12. Kane
KANE
I watch as Abby sips from her water bottle.
Her lips wrap around the straw, and she sucks softly.
How can that be such a turn-on?
Her strawberry scent wraps around me.
I need more of it. I need to bury my face in her hair. In her skin. In her.
It’s not just physical. I definitely need to feel her, touch her, make her feel good, but I need something more than that.
I need to…worship her. I need her to feel like the center of my fucking universe.
No. Our fucking universe.
I have no idea what Benjamin is saying. Something about dinner.
I vaguely realize that Dash is standing at the end of the island. I’m not sure what he’s doing. Probably staring at Abby too.
We all walked into the kitchen together, but honestly, since I got into the SUV at the arena, all I can think about is that we need to talk about my earlier pitch.
All of us dating. Each other, together, whatever.
No one has said anything about that since.
And there is nothing more important than clearing that up.
Right. Fucking. Now.
“Abby.”
Her head pops up, and she looks at me, her blue eyes, the eyes I want to drown in, widen.
“Yes?”
“I’m fucking crazy about you.”
Her eyes go even rounder. She swallows. “Oh.”
I feel my mouth curl into a smile. “Come on, now. That’s not a surprise.”
She studies me, then slowly, her mouth also curves. “I know you like me.”
I move in closer. She’s standing next to the kitchen island, and as I get closer, her back presses into the edge.
“I do like you, Lollipop,” I tell her. “I like you so much.”
I reach out and take her water bottle from her fingers. She lets it go. I take that as a sure sign that she’s okay with this.
“And I think you like me. A lot.”
She nods. “I do.”
“And I think you like Dash. A lot.”
She looks over at my best friend. “I do.”
“And I think you like Benjamin. A lot.”
She turns her head to look at my brother. “I do,” she says softly.
“I think you trust us, too.”
She nods. “Yes.”
“And I think you feel that there’s a special connection here. One none of us have felt before.”
“Is that true for you all?” she asks.
“One thousand percent,” I confirm.
“Good.”
My smile grows. “So in light of all of that, I think you need to date us. All of us. Let us take care of you. Let us show you how good it can be.”
She takes a deep breath. “Can that really work?” she asks. “No one will get jealous? Or feel left out?”
I lift my hand and brush the backs of my knuckles over her cheek. “Oh, Lollipop, that’s the best part. No one is going to be left out. Of anything.”
A little tremor goes through her. “Not anything?” she asks.
“Not anything,” I repeat. “We’re all in this, all of it, together.”
I hold her gaze as those words sink in.
Then her tongue comes out and wets her bottom lip.
Finally, she says, “As long as it’s all of us.”
Those words are going to be burned into my brain for the rest of my life.
Right here, right now, everything changes.
I’m not as good at reading people as Dash is. Maybe not even as good as Benjamin. But I know our girl. Already. And even if that’s crazy, it’s true.
Abby is hesitant, but she wants this. I don’t think her hesitation has anything to do with not wanting us or not believing that we want her.
I don’t think it’s even about thinking this won’t work somehow.
It’s something else. And we’re going to prove to her that there is nothing that can get in the way of this.
We can do that.
We just might have to take it a little slow.
Which is not my strong suit, so I’m going to show everyone that I can do this. For Abby.
I lean in and brace a hand on either side of her hips. I press a kiss to her cheek.
A shiver goes through her, and a soft little exhale of air coasts across my jaw.
“How about we just try a few things,” I say near her ear. “See how things feel?”
“What kind of things?” she asks, her voice already breathless.
“Like how it feels to kiss each of us.” I run my nose along her jaw, inhaling her sweet scent. “I know you already know what it’s like to kiss Benjamin. Dash and I haven’t forgotten that for a second.”
I am careful to keep my tone light.
I haven’t stopped thinking about that, and I’m sure my best friend is the same, but neither of us is overcome with jealousy or seething with anger. Instead, every time I think about it, I simply wish I had been there to see it. And I want to press Benjamin for details.
I decide to share that with Abby. “I’ve been dying to ask Benjamin all about it. How you tasted. How you sounded. How you felt up against him.” I move one hand from the counter behind her to her hip and make a slow circle.
Her breath catches.
“But it would be even better if I could find out for myself.”
I move my lips from her jaw down to the sweet spot just below her ear. The skin of her neck is silky soft, and I press a kiss there, then flick my tongue out briefly.
She gasps, that gives me a tiny moan.
“Do you wanna know how Dash and I taste and feel?”
“Yes,” she says, her voice barely audible.
“A little louder so the boys can hear you, Lollipop,” I say, squeezing her hip.
“Yes, I want that.”
Triumph fills my chest, and I lift my head and look over her shoulder to meet Benjamin's eyes first.
His gaze is hot as he watches us. He’s standing with his hands in his pockets, but I can see the evident erection he’s sporting.
I look to my right and find Dash watching us with an intense, hooded gaze.
I returned my gaze to hers and say, “Start with me.”
She nods.
I hold myself still, letting her initiate the kiss.
She stretches up, putting her lips against mine, and it takes everything in me to not take over instantly.
Her kiss is tentative for a few seconds, but it doesn’t take long for her to sigh and then melt against me.
My heart turns over in my chest, happiness and lust battling to be the primary emotion coursing through me.
She moves her lips against mine, then tips her head and leans into me fully, her sweet body against mine from breasts to hips. She makes a soft little moaning noise, and I literally have to grip the counter to keep from grabbing her ass and pressing her against my aching cock.
She pulls back a moment later, her pupils dilated, her breath moving in and out rapidly.
“Delicious,” I tell her.
“Yes,” she agrees. “But I want more.”
I think my knees actually buckle.
“You can have anything you want from me.” I lift my gaze briefly and look at the guys before returning hers. “From all of us.”
She looks over at Dash. She can’t see Benjamin standing directly behind her. She takes deep breath. “Good.”
I look at Dash. “How about we show her what it’s like to be kissed by two guys at once?”
I feel her body tremble, and I know it’s with anticipation.
Dash moves immediately, without a word. I shift to make room for him. I don’t want her pressed against a hard surface now, so I take her hips, pulling her away from the island, then turn her to face Dash, putting her back against my front.
Now there’s no missing the hard cock pressing against her lower back.
Dash is staring down at her with an intense gaze that, if it were possible, would burn off her clothes without him needing to lift a hand.
“Kiss our girl,” I tell him.
We’ve never shared a woman before, but if we’re going to do this, we all need to get used to talking to one another while we’re together.
He lifts a hand in her face, his huge mitt covering nearly the entire side of her head.
Seeing his hands on her, even like that, is strangely hot. I squeeze her hips, pressing my cock into her as he lowers his mouth.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” the man of few words rasps before he kisses her.
My buddy doesn’t ease in. Their mouths move hungrily, and I can tell his tongue strokes between her lips almost immediately.
I give in to my desire to taste her at the same time and put my lips against her neck while he kisses her.
I feel the shudder pass through her.
I want to give this woman every bit of pleasure we can possibly tease out of this body, and it hits me how much more I can give her with the help of my two friends. This is such a great idea. How if we never thought of this before?
But the realization comes the second later.
We were waiting for Abby.
I hear and feel her gasp as her head tips back and realize Dash's mouth is on the other side of her neck while I am gently sucking on this side.
“Oh my God, you both feel so good,” she tells us.
I’m about to suggest Benjamin join us when Dash shocks me again by stepping back and saying, “Come here, Ben.”
We almost never call him Ben. Usually, it’s only when we’re feeling very mellow, usually when we’ve been drinking. He’s just such a Benjamin.
But right now it seems to fit, and he definitely responds.
He’s around the island in a second, crowding close to Dash.
None of us seems to be having any trouble getting used to being so close to one another in such an intimate moment.
I realize this is all just as good for us as it is for her to get used to.
“She’s addictive, isn’t she?” Benjamin asks, his gaze on Abby.
“I’ll never get enough,” Dash says.
“I’m already addicted,” I say.
“Kiss me,” she says, reaching for Ben.
He complies, obviously, leaning in and capturing her mouth.
“Your safe word is—” I glance around the kitchen quickly, trying to come up with one.
“Stop,” Dash says.
I look at him.
He nods. “All she has to do is tell us to stop.”
I nod.
Benjamin lifts his head from the deep kiss.
I’m not sure Abby heard us, but he did.
He looks at her directly as he reiterates. “If there’s anything we do that you don’t like, you just say stop.”
She nods.
“Say it,” he tells her firmly. “We want to be sure you understand.”
“If there’s anything I don’t like, I just say stop,” she repeats obediently.
“Good girl,” Benjamin tells her, brushing his thumb over her cheek.
We all just stand looking at her for a long moment until she says, “Can you kiss me some more now?”
I chuckle, Benjamin groans, and Dash moves in to do exactly as she asks.
As he kisses her, I feel her ass pressing and wiggling against my cock.
I think our girl needs more than kissing.