6. Kelsey
Kelsey
The scent of buttered toast and dark roast coffee curls into my nose before my eyelids even flutter open.
My fingers twitch against the sheets, still tangled in the soft cotton from whatever dreams I'd been lost in.
The warmth of the blankets clings to me like a second skin, and for a lazy heartbeat, I let myself sink deeper, savoring the way the mattress cradles my body.
The ache in my muscles is a quiet, insistent reminder of last night… how they'd probably taken turns exploring every inch of me, how their hands had been everywhere, how their mouths had left no part of me untouched.
My lashes lift just enough to catch the edge of a breakfast tray perched on the nightstand.
Golden toast, fluffy scrambled eggs, a bowl of ripe strawberries and blueberries glistening under the morning light. Steam rises from a mug of coffee, the rich aroma wrapping around me like an invitation.
I push myself up, the sheets pooling around my waist as I stretch. The movement sends a twinge through my thighs, a delicious soreness that makes my breath hitch.
The door creaks open before I can reach for the plate.
Kieran steps in first, his broad frame filling the doorway. His silver-gray hair is slightly tousled, like he's been running his hands through it, and the way his copper hazel eyes lock onto me sends a shiver down my spine.
"Good morning," he rumbles. "How are you feeling?"
I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. "Sore."
His lips quirk, just a little, like he knows exactly why. "You need to eat."
Before I can even think of a response, Kyler appears behind him, his dark beard framing a smirk that's equal parts smug and amused. A glass of orange juice glistens in his hand, condensation dripping down the sides. "And some vitamin C," he says, setting it beside the tray with a soft clink.
His pewter gray eyes flick over me, lingering on the way the camisole barely covers my chest. "Long night, after all."
Heat floods my cheeks, and I grab a piece of toast, shoving it into my mouth like it can shield me from the way they're both looking at me. The buttery crunch fills the silence, but it doesn't do much to distract from the way Kieran's gaze darkens.
"Want me to feed you?" Kieran's voice is low, rough, the kind of tone that makes my pulse jump.
I take another exaggerated bite, my teeth sinking into the toast just to prove I can. "I got it."
Kyler's laugh is deep, rich, the sound vibrating through the room like a physical touch. Kieran's mouth twitches, his eyes narrowing just a fraction, like he's fighting the urge to say something else.
I shake my head, reaching for the fruits.
A strawberry rolls between my fingers, the juice threatening to drip onto my skin.
Kyler's hand darts out, snatching it before I can bring it to my lips.
I glare at him, but he just pops it into his mouth, his tongue flicking out to catch a drop of juice at the corner of his lips.
"Hey!" I protest, but he's already grinning, unrepentant.
I retaliate by stealing the next strawberry he's about to eat, my fingers brushing against his as I do. His hand stills, his gaze locking onto mine, and for a second, the air between us crackles. Then Kieran clears his throat, the sound sharp enough to break the tension.
"Both of you, stop stealing food," he growls. His hand moves almost imperceptibly, sliding another strawberry onto my plate.
"Fine." Kyler leans back, his arms crossing over his chest. "What are we doing today?" he asks, his voice casual, but there's something in his tone that makes my stomach tighten.
I shrug, reaching for a blueberry and popping it into my mouth. "I have nothing planned."
"Good," Kyler says, and the satisfaction in his voice is unmistakable.
I narrow my eyes. "Why do you sound so pleased?"
His smirk deepens. "Because it means we don't have to worry about where you are."
I groan, rolling my eyes. "There it is again."
"What?" Kyler feigns innocence, but the glint in his eyes gives him away.
"The overprotective thing."
Kieran doesn't even bother pretending. He just looks at me, his expression unapologetic, like it's the most natural thing in the world for him to want to keep me close. "Get used to it."
I laugh, shaking my head, but the sound catches in my throat as I drink. The coolness of the juice, not just from the drink, but from the way they're both watching me… like I'm something precious, something they're not willing to let go of.
I glance down at myself, my nose wrinkling. The sheets stick to my skin, and when I shift, I can feel the remnants of last night clinging to me. My fingers trail over my collarbone, and I make a face. "Ugh."
Kyler's head snaps toward me, his brow furrowing. "What?"
I gesture vaguely at my body. "I just noticed how sticky it is." The words come out before I can stop them, and heat floods my face as soon as they do.
Kieran immediately reaches for the empty plate. "Sorry about that. Blame Kyler.
He laughs. "That's mostly you." Kyler laughs, leaning down. His voice rumbles low in my ear. "Don't worry. We'll take care of you."
"How?" I ask.
"We'll give you a bath."
I open my mouth to argue, but Kieran's already lifting me off the bed, one arm banded around my waist like I weigh nothing. My legs dangle, toes brushing the carpet as he carries me toward the bathroom.
"Put me down."
Kyler walks ahead, starting the shower.
"You don't get to say no," Kieran murmurs against my temple, his beard rough against my skin.
I squirm, but his grip only tightens. "I can wash myself."
Kyler is inside, already stripping off his shirt. The tattoos on his chest ripple as he moves, dark ink swirling over muscle. "It's our fault, so we'll take responsibility."
The bathroom is already steamy, the shower running. Kieran sets me down just inside the door, his hands lingering on my waist before sliding up to the hem of my camisole. I shiver as he peels it over my head, the cool air hitting my bare skin.
Kyler's fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, dragging them down my thighs until I step out of them.
I'm completely naked now, exposed under their gazes. My nipples tighten, the cool air and their heated stares making them ache.
Kieran strips next, his movements efficient. His cock springs free, already hard, the tip glistening. Kyler follows, just as thick, just as ready. My mouth waters.
They step into the shower first, the water cascading over their bodies, turning their skin slick. Kieran reaches for me, pulling me under the spray with him. The water is hot, but it feels good against my sore muscles.
Kyler grabs the soap, lathering his hands before pressing them to my shoulders. His touch is firm, possessive, as he works the suds into my skin. Kieran's hands join his, sliding down my back, over my ass, between my thighs.
I gasp as his fingers brush my slit, teasing, not quite giving me what I want.
"Stop teasing me," I breathe, my voice already shaky.
Kyler chuckles, low and dark. "You're still being punished."
I bite my lip. "Still?"
Kieran's fingers slide deeper, two of them pressing inside me. I whimper, my hips jerking forward. But he pulls back just as quickly, leaving me empty.
"Nope," he murmurs.
Kyler's hands cup my breasts, thumbs rolling over my nipples. The sensation is electric, sending sparks straight to my core. I arch into his touch, my breath hitching.
"Beg us," Kieran growls, his fingers teasing my entrance again.
I shake my head, but my body betrays me. My thighs tremble, my clit throbbing with need.
Kyler pinches my nipple, just hard enough to make me gasp. "Say, please, Daddy."
The word sends a jolt through me. My cheeks burn, but my pussy clenches, desperate for more.
"Please," I whisper, my voice breaking. "Please, Daddy."
Kieran's fingers slide back inside me, curling just right. Kyler's mouth crashes onto mine, swallowing my moan as his fingers pinch and roll my nipples. The pleasure builds fast, too fast, my body coiled tight.
"Come for us," Kieran commands, his fingers working me harder.
I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. My knees buckle, but they hold me up, their hands never leaving my body.
Before I can catch my breath, Kieran spins me around, bending me over. My hands press against the shower wall, the tile cool under my palms. His cock nudges my entrance, and then he's inside me, filling me in one deep thrust.
I cry out, my body still trembling from my first orgasm.
Kyler slips in between my arms, his cock bobbing in front of my face. I don't hesitate, opening my mouth and taking him in. He groans, his fingers tangling in my wet hair as he guides my movements.
Kieran's hands grip my hips, his thrusts deep and relentless. One hand slides around to my clit, rubbing in tight circles. Kyler's fingers pinch my nipples, the sharp pleasure mixing with the ache between my thighs.
I'm drowning in sensation, their touches, their cocks, the way they own me completely.
Kieran's pace falters, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, I'm close."
Kyler's hips jerk, his cock hitting the back of my throat. "Me too."
I moan around him, my body tightening again. Kieran's fingers work my clit faster, his thrusts becoming erratic. Kyler's grip on my hair tightens, his cock swelling in my mouth.
They come at the same time, Kieran's release filling me as Kyler's spills down my throat. I swallow, my body trembling as another orgasm rips through me.
For a moment, there's only the sound of our ragged breathing and the water cascading around us. Then Kieran pulls out, his hands gentle as he helps me straighten. Kyler's thumb brushes my bottom lip, his eyes dark with satisfaction.
I lean into them, my body spent, my mind blissfully empty.
* * *
One Month Later
I roll onto my side, fingers curling into the pillow, and the ache between my thighs flares sharp and sweet. It's been thirty days of waking up sticky, sore, marked in places no one else will ever see.
They don't ask anymore. They just take.
Just like last night. Kyler has gone down on me again, his beard rough against my inner thighs as he licked me, his fingers already working inside me.
Kieran stood at the foot of the bed, watching, stroking himself.
I came, screaming "Daddy" for them, my back arching off the mattress, and then Kieran was there, flipping me onto my stomach, his cock pressing into me before I'd even caught my breath.
They trade like that… who gets to eat me out, who gets my mouth, who gets to pound me till I scream. Sometimes they argue:
"You had her mouth last night."
"She came three times for me."
"Because I warmed her up for you, you ungrateful bastard."
But it always ends the same way… with me between them, trembling, begging, my body theirs to use however they want.
I should be exhausted. I am exhausted. They take me before I sleep, while I'm asleep, and sometimes, even before I'm awake. The moment I stir, the moment my eyelids lift, one of them is already there, a hand on my hip, a mouth on my neck, a cock nudging against my lips.
"Good morning,," one of them would murmur, their voice gravelly with sleep, their fingers sliding between my legs to find me wet. "You're already dripping for us."
We spend most of our time together.
They don't let me shower alone. They don't let me dress alone. They don't let me breathe alone. And the worst part? I don't want them to.
I used to think home was supposed to be quiet. A place where the only sounds were the hum of the fridge and the occasional creak of the house settling. Now I know better.
Home is supposed to feel lived in… like the walls have absorbed the weight of every laugh, every slammed door, every whispered argument and lingering touch.
Kyler sighs, bringing me back to reality.
Right now, we're all sprawled across the living room, pretending to watch some action flick none of us actually care about.
Kyler's claimed one end of the couch, long legs stretched out, bare feet crossed at the ankles.
His fingers drum against his thigh in that restless rhythm that means he's already three steps ahead of whatever's happening on screen.
Kieran's in the armchair, one ankle propped on the opposite knee, glass of bourbon dangling from his fingers. He doesn't react, but every time the plot takes a stupid turn, he mutters something under his breath, low and dry, like he's personally offended by the lack of logic.
I've got the best spot… burrowed under a blanket that smells like them, my feet tucked beneath me, my head resting against the arm of the couch. The blanket's warm, the kind of warmth that seeps into your bones and makes your muscles go loose and heavy.
"This movie is terrible," Kyler says, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"You picked it," I remind him, nudging his thigh with my toe.
"I made a mistake."
Kieran glances at him, one silver brow arched. "That's becoming a pattern."
I snort, pulling the blanket up to my chin. "You say that like it's a surprise. Kyler's idea of a good time is whatever's most likely to annoy us."
Kyler's head whips toward me, dark eyes flashing. "You wound me."
"Somehow, I doubt that."
Kieran's laugh is low, rough, the kind that vibrates through the room and settles in my chest. "She's got you there."
Kyler's gaze flicks between us, and for a second, I swear I see something raw and hungry in his expression before he schools it back into that permanent scowl.
The movie drones on, some explosion lighting up the screen in a burst of orange and white. I should be watching, but my eyelids are getting heavy, the kind of heavy that means I'm two seconds from face-planting into the couch.
I fight it, blinking hard, but the warmth is too much, the voices too familiar, the rhythm of their banter too soothing.
I let my head sink deeper into the cushion, my cheek pressing against the soft fabric. Just for a minute. I'll close my eyes for one minute.
The last thing I hear is Kyler's laugh, low and rough, like gravel under tires, and the way it wraps around me, tugging me under. His hand finds my ankle under the blanket, fingers curling around it, possessive and warm.
Then everything fades, the world narrowing to the sound of their voices, the weight of Kyler's hand on my skin, and the slow, steady beat of my own heart as sleep pulls me under.