26. We’ve Got You
We’ve Got You
Quinn
I stepped into the shower attached to Reid’s bedroom. The muscles in my shoulders relaxed under the pounding spray, and I closed my eyes, letting the water rinse away the stressful evening.
Our date had ended with such promise with me sharing my feelings, their acceptance, and the possibility of staying. And then came the chaos: panicked horses, a worried donkey, a stuck goat. My heart had nearly stopped when I’d found Pancake wedged under the fence.
The bathroom door opened, and Reid walked in. He stood there for a moment, bare-chested and barefoot, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Without speaking, he reached into the shower, letting his fingertips dance under the spray to test the temperature.
I couldn’t blame him; I did take scorching hot showers.
Smiling at the memory of Kellan yelping the last time he got in without checking the temperature, I adjusted the water a little.
Reid stepped out of his jeans, leaving them pooled on the tile floor before sliding the shower door open and stepping inside.
He didn’t immediately reach for me or pull me into his arms the way I half-expected. Instead, he stood behind me, a silent presence. Only when I leaned back, did his arms encircle my waist and his chin rest on my shoulder.
My eyes met his in the reflection of the wide chrome showerhead. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he reached for my shampoo bottle, pumping a dollop into his palm.
His fingers worked through my hair, massaging my scalp with firm, circular movements. The day’s stress dissolved with each stroke, my eyelids growing heavy as he guided my head under the spray to rinse.
I turned to face him, water cascading between us. Rivulets traced paths down his chest, navigating the lean muscles I’d trailed my fingers along so many times.
He pressed his forehead against mine, water beading on his eyelashes. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away droplets from the corner of my mouth.
We remained like that for several heartbeats, breathing the same shampoo-scented air, saying everything without a single word.
His lips found mine, gentle at first, then with a quiet hunger that spoke of relief rather than urgency. I melted into him, my hands sliding up his slick back, feeling the muscles shift beneath my palms.
When we finally broke apart, I buried my face against him, listening to his heartbeat beneath my ear. His fingers trailed down my back creating a path of warmth.
Reid reached behind me, turning off the shower with one hand while still holding me close with the other. The sudden silence felt as intimate as a confession.
He stepped out first, grabbing a towel and holding it open for me. I moved into it, into him, letting him wrap the soft fabric around my shoulders. His hands lingered, rubbing the towel gently over my skin with a care that made my throat tighten.
Something had shifted between us all tonight. The chaos of the fireworks, the animals in danger, running through the darkness, had stripped away any pretenses, leaving only what mattered. And somehow, impossibly, I was what mattered to these three men.
Reid toweled off quickly, then draped another clean towel around my hair with careful movements. His eyes never left mine as he lifted me into his arms, one arm beneath my knees, the other supporting my back.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling oddly vulnerable despite having been intimately acquainted with every inch of his body. This tenderness was more exposing than any amount of physical nakedness.
He carried me into the bedroom, water from his hair falling onto my shoulders. The lamp on the nightstand cast a glow across the room, illuminating Kellan and Enzo, who were both waiting on the bed.
Kellan’s usual smile had softened, and the worry lines around his eyes from the night had disappeared. He’d showered and changed into a gray T-shirt and basketball shorts.
Enzo sat with his back against the headboard, arms crossed over his chest, watching us with dark eyes that missed nothing. His hair was damp, curling slightly at the temples. Unlike Kellan, he was only in his boxer briefs.
Reid set me on the bed like I was a porcelain doll who might break.
Kellan picked up a bottle of lotion from the nightstand and poured some into his palms, warming it between his hands before gently lifting my foot into his lap. His thumbs pressed into my arch, working out knots I hadn’t known existed. I bit my lip to keep from moaning at the immediate relief.
Reid grabbed my hairbrush from the bathroom and knelt on the bed behind me. He took the towel off my head and began brushing my hair like he’d done it a million times before.
Enzo’s hand found mine, his thumb tracing patterns across my palm. “You were incredible out there tonight.”
I leaned back against Reid as he continued to gently brush my hair. His steady strokes were hypnotic, each sweep lulling me deeper into a state of contentment I hadn’t known existed before these men.
“I wasn’t incredible.” I wiggled my toes as Kellan’s strong thumbs worked magic on the arch of my foot. “I just reacted. Anyone would have done the same.”
Kellan’s eyes met mine, his fingers pausing momentarily. “Not anyone would have run into the dark to rescue Pancake while Debra was having a meltdown.”
Enzo’s fingers moved to my wrist, his touch adding to the heat pooling in my lower belly. “You have a knack for handling the animals. Even Debra… although we’ll see if that sticks tomorrow.”
I laughed, and my cheeks heated at their praise. “I was terrified the whole time.”
Reid put my brush on the nightstand and began massaging my scalp, his fingertips making small circles that sent tingles down my spine. “Being brave isn’t about not feeling fear. It’s about feeling it and doing what needs to be done anyway.”
I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the safety of this moment, surrounded by them. Any moment I’d wake up from this epic dream and find myself in my apartment again.
Enzo shifted on the bed, his weight dipping the mattress as he moved closer. His fingers traced up my arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. “Do you have any idea what you mean to us?”
The sincerity in his eyes made my breath catch. Before I could respond, Kellan’s hands moved to my other leg, his touch firm but gentle. “I think we should show her.”
My pulse quickened as Reid’s lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. “I think that’s an excellent idea.”
The tension in the room shifted. Enzo’s eyes darkened as he watched Reid’s mouth on my skin.
Kellan’s hands moved tantalizingly closer to the apex of my thighs. “Is that okay with you, Quinn?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice. The towel around me was suddenly too constricting and rough against my skin. As if reading my mind, Reid’s fingers found the edge of the towel where it was tucked above my breasts. He unwrapped me like I was a precious gift.
The air hit my damp skin, raising goosebumps. Enzo’s eyes roamed over me, drinking in every inch with an appreciation that made me feel like the most beautiful woman alive. Kellan’s playful smile had transformed into something hungrier.
“Lie back,” Reid whispered against my ear, guiding me to the center of the bed.
I complied, sinking into the soft mattress. The three men surrounded me, their gazes heating my skin more effectively than the shower had.
“What do you want, Quinn?” Kellan’s voice was lower than usual, a gravelly tone that touched every inch of my body.
What did I want? Everything. All of them. The safety, the hunger, the tenderness, the passion.
“Touch me,” I breathed. “All of you.”
They exchanged glances, some silent communication passing between them. Then, as if choreographed, they moved.
Kellan’s mouth found my ankle, pressing soft kisses up my calf. Enzo leaned down, his lips hovering above mine, his breath mingling with my increasingly ragged breathing. Reid’s hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples in featherlight touches that made me arch into him.
Enzo’s mouth finally claimed mine in a kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His tongue explored lazily, as if we had all the time in the world. Meanwhile, Kellan’s mouth had reached my inner thigh, his stubble creating friction against my sensitive skin.
Reid’s mouth replaced his hands on my breast, his tongue circling my nipple before sucking gently. All of their attention sent shockwaves through my body, my back arching off the bed.
Enzo broke our kiss, his forehead resting against mine as he watched my reactions. “You’re exquisite,” he murmured against my lips.
Kellan’s mouth moved higher, his breath hot against my center. His tongue flattened against me, a long, slow lick that made my hips buck involuntarily. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me open to his ministrations.
Enzo moved behind me so my head rested in his lap, his hardness pressed against the back of my head through his boxer briefs. His hands replaced Reid’s on my breasts, allowing Reid to move down my body, his mouth trailing wet kisses across my stomach.
The sight of Reid and Kellan both between my legs, their heads so close together, sent a jolt of arousal through me so intense I had to close my eyes. Enzo’s chuckle rumbled through his chest at my reaction.
“Don’t hide from us,” he whispered, one hand moving to stroke my cheek. “Watch them.”
I forced my eyes open as Reid’s mouth joined Kellan’s. They worked in tandem, their tongues alternating between long, broad strokes and quick, focused flicks that had me writhing between them. Occasionally, their mouths would meet over my clit, sharing it in a way that made me whimper with need.
Enzo’s hands continued their exploration of my breasts, his fingers rolling my nipples with just enough pressure to send jolts of pleasure straight to where Reid and Kellan were working their magic.
“How does it feel?” Enzo’s voice was strained, his own arousal evident in the tightness of his tone.
“So good,” I gasped as Kellan’s finger slid inside me, curling to find that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids. “Too good.”
Reid’s mouth moved to my inner thigh, giving me a moment to catch my breath. “There’s no such thing as too good when it comes to you.”
Kellan hummed in agreement, the vibration against my sensitive flesh making me clutch at the sheets. His finger was joined by another, stretching me as his tongue continued its relentless assault.
I felt the familiar coiling in my lower belly signaling that I was close. “I’m going to?—”
“Yes,” Enzo encouraged, his fingers pinching my nipples hard enough to push me closer to the edge. “Let go for us. Show us how good it feels.”
Reid’s mouth returned to join Kellan’s, and I shattered, my back arching off the bed. They worked me through it, their movements slowing but never quite stopping, prolonging my orgasm until I was a trembling mess.
As I came down from my high, they shifted positions. Kellan moved up to lie beside me, his hand trailing lazily up and down my side. Reid took Enzo’s place, cradling my head in his lap while Enzo moved between my legs.
“Still with us?” Kellan’s breath was hot against my ear.
I nodded, my body boneless from the intensity of my release. “Barely.”
Reid’s hand stroked my hair. “Good, because we’re just getting started.”
Enzo’s hands parted my thighs again, his expression intense as he looked at me, still wet and sensitive from Kellan and Reid’s attention. “Look how wet you are from them.”
His fingers slid through my folds, and he raised them, displaying the evidence. Kellan grabbed his wrist before he could retreat, sucking them into his mouth.
Fuck. Was it possible to come from only watching that?
Enzo pulled his fingers away, and like a man possessed, covered my entire pussy with his mouth. I cried out as his whole damn face seemed to devour me. There was nothing gentle about it; he was starving for me.
Kellan’s mouth found mine, the taste of me still lingering as he swallowed my moans. Reid’s hands moved from my hair to my breasts, his touch so gentle it was almost reverent.
Between Enzo’s skilled mouth, Kellan’s hungry kisses, and Reid’s tender caresses, I was rapidly approaching another peak. My hands found their way into Enzo’s hair, urging him on.
He responded by sliding two fingers inside me, crooking them in a motion that made my toes curl. Kellan broke our kiss to watch my face, his own expression a mixture of awe and desire.
“Look at you, so beautiful like this.” Kellan’s hand moved down to press above my pubic bone.
Reid’s fingers tweaked my nipples at the same time, the slight pain heightening my pleasure. “Let go again, Quinn. We’ve got you.”
The combination of their words, their touches, their hungry gazes was too much. I came again, my body clenching around Enzo’s fingers.
As I came down from my high, Kellan’s thumb traced lazy circles on my hip. “You’re extraordinary, Quinn Porter.”
Reid pulled me closer. “And you’re ours, if you want to be.”
The simple statement, so full of promise and possibility, brought tears to my eyes. I blinked them away, overwhelmed by the emotion welling up inside me. “I really, really want to be.”
Their collective sighs of contentment was the last thing I heard as exhaustion finally claimed me, pulling me into a deep, peaceful sleep surrounded by the three men who had somehow convinced my heart that I belonged.