Chapter 26
Twenty-Six
New Year's Eve
Aria
The house was unusually quiet without the kids, and I couldn't help but smile as I walked through Noah's front door.
All seven of them—Oliver, Theo, Hazel, Mila, Finn, Wyatt, and little Mason—were having a sleepover at Julian's mum’s house, which meant for the first time since Christmas, we had the entire night to ourselves.
"There she is," Ethan called from the kitchen, a champagne flute already in his hand. "The woman of the hour."
"It's not even nine yet," I laughed, making my way over to where they were all gathered around the island. Someone had gone all out—there were appetizers spread across the counter, bottles of champagne chilling in ice buckets, and the whole house was decorated with silver and gold streamers.
"Doesn't matter," Noah said, pulling me against his side and pressing a kiss to my temple. "We're celebrating early and often tonight."
Gabriel appeared with a glass for me, his dark eyes warm as they met mine. "To new beginnings," he said, raising his glass.
The others joined in, lifting their drinks. "To family," Julian added.
"To the woman who changed everything," Ronan said softly, his gaze locked on mine.
"To Aria," Liam finished, and they all echoed it.
I felt my cheeks flush as I clinked my glass against theirs.
"To all of you," I said. "For giving me everything I never knew I needed."
We drank, and the champagne was crisp and perfect on my tongue. But it was nothing compared to the way Noah's lips tasted when he leaned down and kissed me, deep and slow, right there in front of everyone.
"Get a room," Gabriel teased, but his voice was rough with want.
"That's the plan," Noah murmured against my mouth, and I felt heat pool low in my belly.
Ethan set his glass down with a decisive clink. "I say we start the new year off right. We've got—" he checked his watch, "—three hours until midnight. That's plenty of time."
"Plenty of time for what?" I asked innocently, even though I knew exactly what he meant.
"For us to worship you properly," Julian said, moving closer. His hand found the small of my back, warm through the thin fabric of my dress. "We've been thinking about you all day."
"All week," Liam corrected, his blue eyes darkening. "Ever since Christmas morning.”
My breath hitched as Ronan stepped up behind me, his chest pressing against my back. "We want to make this a New Year's Eve you'll never forget," he murmured in my ear, and I shivered.
"Then what are we waiting for?" I whispered.
The energy in the room shifted instantly. Gabriel took my hand and led me toward the stairs, the others following close behind. My heart was racing, anticipation making every nerve ending come alive.
Noah's bedroom was already prepared—the bed made with fresh sheets, candles flickering on the nightstand, casting everything in a warm, golden glow. Someone had planned this.
"You're all very presumptuous," I said, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as Ethan's hands found my hips from behind.
"Can you blame us?" he asked, his lips brushing the curve of my neck. "Look at you in this dress.”
It was a simple black number, fitted and falling just above my knees, but the way they were all looking at me made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Julian reached for the zipper at my back, slowly dragging it down. "May I?"
"Please," I breathed.
The dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in just my black lace bra and panties. Six pairs of eyes raked over me with undisguised hunger, and I felt powerful under their gazes.
"Fuck," Gabriel muttered. "Come here."
I went to him willingly, and his mouth crashed against mine, demanding and possessive.
His hands gripped my ass, pulling me flush against him so I could feel how hard he already was.
Behind me, I felt someone—Liam, I thought—unhook my bra, and then eager hands were cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples until they peaked.
"On the bed," Noah commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.
I climbed onto the mattress, my body already aching with need.
They were all stripping now, revealing the bodies I'd come to know so intimately.
Noah's broad shoulders, Gabriel's defined abs, Ronan's strong arms, Julian's lean muscle, Ethan's perfect proportions, Liam's powerful build—each one different, each one perfect.
Ronan was the first to join me, settling between my thighs and hooking his fingers in my panties.
"These need to go," he said, and I lifted my hips so he could slide them down my legs.
"Already so wet," he murmured appreciatively, running a finger through my folds. "Who's this for, baby?"
"All of you," I gasped as he circled my clit. "Always all of you."
He rewarded me by dipping two fingers inside, and I arched off the bed. "That's my girl," he praised, working me slowly, thoroughly, until I was writhing beneath him.
Julian moved to my side, taking one of my nipples into his mouth while his hand played with the other. The dual sensation made me moan, and I reached for him, wrapping my hand around his hard length.
"Fuck, Aria," he groaned against my breast.
Liam appeared on my other side, and I took him in my other hand, stroking them both in rhythm with Ronan's fingers inside me. The sounds filling the room—my moans, their groans, the wet slide of skin on skin—were obscene and perfect.
"I need to taste you," Ronan said, and before I could respond, his mouth was on me, his tongue replacing his fingers. I cried out, my hips bucking against his face as he devoured me like a man starved.
"She's close," Noah observed from where he stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself slowly.
"I can tell by the way she's trembling."
He was right. The pressure was building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. Julian and Liam were both thrusting into my hands now, their breathing ragged, and Ronan's tongue was doing sinful things to my clit.
"Cum for us," Gabriel ordered. "Let us see you fall apart."
That was all it took. I shattered, pleasure crashing over me in waves as I screamed their names. Ronan worked me through it, not stopping until I was boneless and panting.
"Beautiful," Ethan murmured, climbing onto the bed. "But we're just getting started."
He positioned himself between my legs, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. "Ready for me?"
"Yes," I breathed.
"Please, Ethan."
He pushed inside in one smooth thrust, and we both groaned at the sensation. He felt incredible, stretching and filling me perfectly. He started to move, slow and deep, and I wrapped my legs around his waist to take him deeper.
"So fucking tight," he grunted, picking up his pace.
"So perfect."
Noah moved to the head of the bed, and I reached for him eagerly, taking him into my mouth. He groaned, his hand tangling in my hair as I worked him with my tongue.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Take it all."
I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him deeper as Ethan pounded into me. The dual sensations were overwhelming in the best way—being filled from both ends, surrounded by the men I loved.
Ethan's thrusts became erratic, and I knew he was close.
"Gonna cum," he warned. "Fuck, Aria—"
He buried himself deep and came with a shout, his release triggering another orgasm from me. I moaned around Noah's cock, and he pulled out quickly.
"Not yet," he said roughly. "I want to be inside you when I come."
Ethan pulled out, and immediately Gabriel was there, flipping me onto my hands and knees. "My turn," he growled, and slammed into me from behind.
I cried out at the intensity, bracing myself on my hands as he set a punishing pace. This was Gabriel—raw and powerful and utterly consuming.
"Take it," he commanded, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise while the other came down on my ass in a sharp slap. "Take all of me.”
"Yes," I gasped. "Harder, Gabriel."
He obliged, fucking me with an intensity that made my arms shake. Julian appeared in front of me, and I took him into my mouth, wanting to be filled completely.
"Jesus Christ," Julian groaned, his hands gentle in my hair even as Gabriel ravaged me from behind. "Your mouth is heaven."
I worked him with everything I had, hollowing my cheeks and using my tongue until he was cursing and trembling. Gabriel's fingers found my clit, rubbing tight circles, and I came again, my whole body convulsing with pleasure.
"Fuck!" Gabriel roared, slamming into me one last time as he found his release.
We collapsed together, breathing hard, but there was no time to rest. Liam was already pulling me into his lap, positioning me over his cock.
"Ride me," he said, his blue eyes blazing. "Show me how much you want it.”
I sank down onto him with a moan, my oversensitive body protesting and welcoming the intrusion all at once. His hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I rolled and ground against him.
"That's it," he encouraged. "Use me. Take what you need."
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest as I rode him harder, chasing another orgasm. Ronan appeared behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks.
"Think you can take both of us?" he asked, his finger circling my back entrance.
"Yes," I gasped. "Please, Ronan."
He worked me open slowly, carefully, adding lube and fingers until I was ready. Then he was pressing inside, and the stretch was intense and perfect and overwhelming.
"Breathe," Liam murmured, holding still inside me. "We've got you."
When Ronan was fully seated, they both paused, letting me adjust to the fullness. I felt split open, claimed completely, and it was exactly what I needed.
"Move," I begged. "Please move."
They started slowly, finding a rhythm—when one pulled out, the other pushed in. The sensation was indescribable, pleasure bordering on too much but not quite crossing that line.
"So fucking perfect," Ronan groaned.
"Taking us both so well."
"Made for us," Liam agreed, his thumb finding my clit.
I was babbling now, incoherent pleas and praise falling from my lips as they worked me higher and higher. When my orgasm hit, it was devastating—my whole body seized, pleasure whiting out my vision as I screamed.
They followed seconds later, both of them coming deep inside me, their groans mixing with my cries.
We stayed like that for a long moment, connected and complete, before carefully separating. I collapsed onto the bed, utterly spent, my body humming with satisfaction.
"Two more," Noah reminded me, and I looked up to see him and Julian watching with dark, hungry eyes.
"I don't know if I can," I admitted, even as my body responded to their gazes.
"You can," Julian assured me, moving to the bed. "And you will."
He pulled me into his arms, kissing me softly, tenderly—such a contrast to the intensity of moments before. "Let me take care of you," he murmured against my lips.
He laid me back gently, settling between my thighs. When he pushed inside, it was slow and sweet, his eyes locked on mine.
"I love you," he said, and my heart clenched.
"I love you too," I whispered.
He made love to me like that—slow, deep strokes that built the pleasure gradually, his hands and mouth worshipping every inch of skin he could reach. When I came this time, it was softer, rolling through me like a wave instead of crashing, and he followed right after, burying his face in my neck.
"Perfect," he breathed. "You're perfect."
Finally, Noah climbed onto the bed, pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. "One more," he said, brushing my hair back from my face. "Can you give me one more, baby?"
I was exhausted, wrung out, every muscle trembling—but for him, I would find the strength.
"Yes," I said, sinking down onto him.
He groaned, his hands spanning my waist. "That's my girl."
I rode him slowly, my movements languid and unhurried. There was no rush now—we had time. His hands roamed my body, touching and caressing, while his mouth found mine in a deep, claiming kiss.
"You're everything," he murmured against my lips.
"Everything we needed. Everything I needed.”
Tears pricked my eyes at the emotion in his voice. "You're everything to me too," I said. "All of you."
He thrust up into me, and I gasped, the angle hitting something deep inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids. We moved together, finding a rhythm that was perfect and right, building slowly toward that peak.
"Cum with me," Noah said, his hand sliding between us to circle my clit. "One more time, baby. Give it to me."
I shattered around him, and he followed immediately, both of us crying out as we came together.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard fireworks—and then the others were cheering.
"Midnight," Liam said, grinning. "Happy New Year."
Noah pulled me down against his chest, both of us still connected, still trembling. The others crowded around us on the bed, hands touching, lips pressing kisses to whatever skin they could reach.
"Happy New Year," I whispered, looking around at all of them—these six incredible men who had given me everything.
"To new beginnings," Ronan said softly, echoing our earlier toast.
"To family," Gabriel added.
"To us," Ethan finished.
And as we lay there together, tangled and satisfied and complete, I knew that this was exactly where I was meant to be. This was home. They were home.
And I would never let them go.