44. Hazel
HAZEL
Everyone has welcomed me back, even Roddy. “These guys were miserable the whole time you were gone,” he tells me. “Worst I’ve ever seen them. And they made shit progress on the album.”
I’m both sorry to hear it, and selfishly gratified that they missed me that much.
No matter the reason that our marriage began, Conal and his brothers have shown me through not just words, but actions, that our love is real.
And speaking of action, on my first night home the sex is urgent, needy, riding the edge of frantic. We all need to reestablish this part of our relationship, and the unspoken promises we make to each other keep us going through the night .
The next morning, we sleep in, tangled together in the bedsheets.
We finally wake up around midday and make our groggy way downstairs, and it strikes me that this self-indulgent start to the day feels much more like a rock star’s life than the men’s usual up-and-at-’em approach to their work.
If I’m honest, I wouldn’t mind it if we lazed around like this sometimes.
As if reading my mind, the men take the day off from the studio. We spend it together, talking about the future. Our future. I’m always in one of the men’s laps, and the way they touch me makes me feel so cherished.
After a light supper, we go back upstairs. It feels like something has shifted between us during the day, like our emotional bonds have grown deeper. So when Conal asks me if I’m ready for them to take sharing me to another level, I say yes, even without knowing what he has in mind.
The men get me ready, slowly and thoroughly, and then I lie on my side between Conal and Bron. Conal fills my ass, oh so carefully, and when he’s deep inside me, Bron starts to enter my pussy.
“Oh my god,” I moan. “Oh my god .”
The fullness is incredible, the pleasure unbelievable, but beyond the physical sensation is the deep satisfaction of having this level of intimacy with my men. It’s more beautiful than I could have imagined.
I call Rafe over as Conal and Bron begin to move. At first I suck on him, but before long I can’t concentrate well enough, so he fucks my mouth while his brothers stroke in and out of me.
I come so many times I lose count, before each of the men finally follows me over the edge. They don’t pull out right away, and we all cuddle together for several blissful minutes before they gently disengage and we get cleaned up.
I’m hungry for more, though. I reach for them in the night, and by morning they’ve joined with me in every possible configuration. I’m very tired, but very happy.
The men leave me sleeping and go downstairs. When I finally come down, it’s almost lunchtime, and this time I feel guilty. Once in a while is okay, especially when it’s all of us together, but I don’t want to be the pampered princess who lies around while her men are working.
Sure enough, Jack tells me that the men have been in the studio all morning, playing up a storm. I don’t interrupt; instead, I put together a build-your-own taco bar, and bake some sweet corn muffins for their lunch.
When they emerge, they have huge grins on their faces. Conal grabs me and gives me a resounding kiss, followed by Rafe and Bron.
“The magic is back, babe,” Conal says. “This album is going to be amazing.”
“Thanks to you,” Bron says to me, and I blush and grin. I know I only play a tiny role in their success, but I’m glad for it.