Never Again: Lost Boys of Neverly Prep: Academy Romance

by L. E. Bross

  “Obviously we don’t have a problem with it,” X says with a chuckle in my ear, loud enough for Ry to hear.

  A wry laugh escapes Ry and he shakes his head and mutters still not snuggling you fuckers under his breath before he heads toward the bathroom.

  Baz tugs me to a sitting position, taking advantage of the fact that our lips are close enough to kiss. Understanding floods me after Ry is gone. That’s why X wanted him to go first. He knew that Ry struggles with this and he wanted to make sure that our reunion included all of us. That we all reconnected tonight.

  My heart swells with even more love.

  “You guys are amazing,” I tell them, standing on shaky legs.

  I hold out my hand to them and they each take one. I’m not sure who pulls whom to the closest bedroom, which happens to be where Baz sleeps. All the beds in the house are king-size and I’m grateful for that when the three of us tumble onto Baz’s in a tangle of arms and legs.

  Baz grabs me and rolls onto his back, then grips the back of my neck to pull us nose-to-nose. His earnest gaze searches mine.

  “I am so fucking sorry you felt alone, baby. Never again. You’re the most important person in my life and I’ll spend every day I have left making sure you know that. Making sure that you know how much I love you.”

  My heart thumps against my chest.

  “I love you too, Baz,” I whisper against his lips.

  Our kiss is slow, the metal stud in his tongue rolling over the sensitive underside of mine. I shift so that my knees are on the outside of his hips and my center is right over his fabric-covered length. He grows harder under me as I rock slowly back and forth.

  Fingers trail down my spine and a rush of goose bumps chase the touch.

  When I think my skin can’t get any tighter with anticipation, hot lips start to make their way along the same path. I sit up at Baz’s urging and he stares at my body, hunger burning in his eyes.

  X kisses back up and nestles behind me, now pressing kisses along my shoulder. Baz runs his fingers up my stomach and around each breast, but avoids where I want his touch most.

  “We have no problems sharing you, sweetheart,” X says between kisses. “But if you’re not comfortable with it, I can leave you two alone and wait my turn.”

  Baz watches with hooded desire in his eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly. Every time I rock forward, his hard length is pressed to my clit and I can feel the wetness seeping into his pants.

  “I trust you, both of you.” I turn my head and catch X’s lips. The kiss goes from playful to hungry in only a few seconds. I groan when I feel Baz press his thumb between my legs, circling my clit. “There’s just one problem,” I gasp. “I’m the only one who’s naked.”

  I’m on my back and within seconds, I’ve got two equally naked guys on the bed next to me. With equally hard dicks bobbing inches from my face. I giggle then press my hand to my mouth.

  “Oh, something’s funny? Didn’t anyone ever teach you that laughing at the sight of a guy’s dick is just wrong?”

  I giggle harder and try to smother the sound, without luck. I can’t stop. I’m too damned happy to be here with them.

  They lay down, one on each side and both start to trail their fingers over my arms. My laughter comes to a stop and X smirks at me when goose bumps pop up along my skin.

  “Have you guys ever done this? Together, I mean.”

  I’m nervous. I have no idea what to expect and I don't want to disappoint either of them. They seem to work in tandem too well not to have done it before.

  “Nope,” Baz says, drawing his lips over my shoulder.

  Knowing this is the first time for all of us helps me to relax, to enjoy the moments more.

  Baz teases a nipple and his dick bobs against my thigh. I can’t resist the urge to touch him. My fingers wrap around the length and he groans, the sound vibrating my skin. When the back of my other hand brushes against X, I slide my fingers around him too.

  “Fuck yeah,” he grunts, pushing against my grip.

  Part of my mind tells me this shouldn’t be okay, that it shouldn't feel so right, but I can’t imagine not having all of my guys with me. I’d never be able to choose just one of them and thankfully, I don't have to.

  Fingers snake between my legs and I part them enough so they can touch me where I need them most. One circles my clit, the other dips inside. When I lift my head enough to glance down, I see that both boys are touching me.

  I squeeze them both harder and they groan in unison.

  “How is this going to work?” I pant, lifting my hips against the fingers stroking in and out. I can't believe there’s another orgasm inside me, but they are building me back up already.

  “Any way you want it to,” Baz says, kissing along my jaw. “We’ll take you any way you want.”

  The innuendo makes me clench down on the fingers inside me.

  My mouth waters and I let go of X to roll onto my stomach. There is something I haven’t done very often that I’d love to try now.

  “Scoot back against the headboard,” I tell Baz and when he’s situated, I crawl between his legs and lay down on my stomach. His eyes darken when I wrap my fingers around him again and dip my head.

  “Fuck, baby,” he grunts when I close my lips around the head.

  He clasps the back of my neck and I sink down another inch.

  “You just made his eyes roll back in his head,” X says from behind me. His hands smooth down over my back and onto my ass where he kneads the flesh for a moment. X slaps one cheek and I jerk forward, sinking down even further onto Baz. The head of his dick nudges the back of my throat.

  His fingers tighten and he swears. When I peek up, his head is tipped back and his eyes are closed.

  “On your knees, Sweetheart.”

  X guides me upwards so I don’t have to break contact with Baz, then sinks his fingers into me, the new angle putting him in direct contact with that spot I’ve come to love. He pumps them in and out a few times, then replaces them with his cock.

  I glide my mouth up and down Baz’s length, swirling my tongue along the underside with every stroke as X thrusts in and out, going deeper with each motion until he is buried as far as he’ll go.

  I groan and Baz’s hand fists at my neck.

  “Fuck, that feels too good, baby. You got me so wound up I’m not gonna last long.”

  “Same,” X grunts, pulling back and driving forward.

  This time the momentum pushes me onto Baz and he goes even deeper. His free hand fists the sheets next to his thigh and he gives a little thrust up with his hips every time I go down.

  “Fuck. Baby, I’m gonna come.”

  He’s warning me to give me an out, so I tighten my lips to let him know exactly where I want him. X slows his thrusts to go as deep as possible with every stroke. He hits all the right spots and I can feel my orgasm growing closer.

  I whimper and try to rock my hips. Our movements are erratic now, no longer in sync as we each chase our own release, racing to see who can get there first.

  X reaches around me and uses my own wetness to rub circles on my clit. The double stimulation is all it takes. The orgasm slams into me with the force of a freight train and I cry out around Baz.

  He lets go of the sheet and holds my head between his hands as he pumps his hips, then stops with a deep groan as his dick pulses inside my mouth. The salty taste of his release coats the back of my tongue as I tremble in my own climax.

  Behind me X grunts and I feel him swell, then he goes still and pulses inside me. The room is filled with the sound of our combined ragged breathing. Baz slips from my mouth and I rest my cheek on his thigh, still trying to catch my breath.

  X holds my hips and rubs his thumbs in small circles along my lower back for a few more beats, then gently eases out of me. My legs stretch out behind me until I am flat on my stomach and X collapses on his side, his face inches from mine.

  “We should have been doing that from the start
,” he says with a satisfied grin.

  Baz makes a noise and when I look up, his eyes are closed.

  “Scoot down,” I tell him, rolling to lift the covers. Once he’s tucked in, I go to the bathroom and clean up, then come back to bed and slip in beside him. I lie against Baz, one leg thrown over his, and X snuggles up behind me.

  It’s not long before the sound of Baz’s deep breathing fills the room.

  “You’re the love of our lives, you know that?” X whispers in my ear. “You came along and you healed three lost and broken boys. You saved us.”

  I hug his arm tighter against me.

  “And you all saved me. I don't know what I’d do if I didn’t have you guys to love.” I exhale a long breath. “Is this finally our happy ever after, X?”

  “Sweetheart, this is the first day of the rest of our ridiculously happy life.”

  Five years later…

  Ever

  I walk across the stage and accept my diploma with a huge smile on my face. With fanfare, I move the tassel from one side of my cap to the other. I’m officially a college graduate. After two years of being undeclared, I found my niche. I’ve got a B.A. in Public Relations now.

  I finally figured out where I fit into the boys’ lives outside our home.

  And the icing on the cake is that today is the anniversary, to the day, of the very first morning I first set foot in the Panchard kitchen and laid eyes on my boys. Shirtless, of course.

  It was the day my life changed forever.

  I stare out at the crowd and my gaze immediately finds them.

  Three sexy-as-hell men standing on their seats, whooping louder than everyone else. Wendi and Bill are on one side, Belle and her boyfriend Tyler on the other.

  She catches my stare and waves frantically, then gives me two thumbs up.

  I can’t believe my smarty-pants little sister graduated high school a year early. Her eighteenth birthday is in a month and her mom and I are already planning a party to end all parties.

  She deserves the very best.

  The guys have been warned not to hire strippers, but I don't trust X to listen. I’ve got Baz keeping an eye on him.

  The rest of the ceremony goes by in a blur of applause and celebration. When it’s finally over, I make my way to the guys. X grabs me and swings me around, planting a kiss on my lips as we twirl.

  I stagger when he sets me down and Baz wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. His kiss is softer, but I still feel it down to my toes. I dig my pink nails into the back of his neck and feel him smile against my lips.

  I’m breathless when he pulls away and tucks a strand of shoulder-length hair behind my ear.

  Finally Ry steps up and slides his hand along my jaw to cup the side of my face. His grey eyes are hooded as he leans in.

  “You are the sexiest woman here,” he says in a low voice. “And I really hope you’re not wearing anything under that gown.”

  He kisses me quickly and winks.

  X dared me.

  I guess they’ll have to wait to find out if I took the dare or not.

  “Ever, congratulations!” Wendi swoops in and pulls me into a hug, then cups my face. “You are radiant, my dear. Glowing.”

  Next Bill steps up and I move into his arms, giving him a huge hug.

  “We’re proud of you, my girl. Luc and Aria send their love. They’ll drop by when they get back next week.”

  “How are they enjoying Italy?”

  Wendi loops her arm with Bill. “When they manage to leave the honeymoon suite, they have fun.”

  “I still can’t believe they pulled off a surprise wedding like that.” A backyard BBQ turned into an amazing wedding two weeks ago and I could not be happier for Luc and Aria. She made a beautiful bride. Of course her dress was mermaid style.

  “Speaking of weddings,” Wendi says, eyes sparkling.

  My face flushes and I fan my program in front of it.

  “Mum, we talked about this,” Baz says, throwing his arm over her shoulders. “She literally just graduated like five minutes ago.”

  I might have said I wanted to wait until I graduate when the subject came up a couple years ago. I’m pretty sure Wendi has the date programmed in a countdown app on her phone.

  “I’m the Maid of Honor, right?” Belle asks from behind me.

  I swing around and pull my baby sister in for a hug. She’s taller than me now and her long blond hair falls down her back in soft curls that make her look like a supermodel. She’s gorgeous, inside and out, and I’m pretty sure that Tyler thinks the same.

  He’s always staring at her with this adorable look on his face. She’s in good hands.

  They’re both starting at USC in the fall.

  They don’t know yet that the apartment Luc and Aria shared is theirs now.

  It’s part of her birthday present.

  “So, you’re all coming to the house for the party, right?” Wendi asks. She and Bill are staying at the house Luc and Aria bought in Forest Acres. It’s a beautiful antebellum-style mansion that they bought last year and renovated.

  There’s a long tree-line driveway that takes my breath away every time we visit. I want something like that. Someday. Or sooner.

  “We’re going to go home and change and then we’ll head over,” Ry says, pulling me to his side.

  “Oh, wait, pictures!”

  Wendi makes us pose and takes about a hundred pictures, then we alternate to make sure everyone is included. The last shot is taken by a guy Wendi grabbed as he was unlucky enough to walk by.

  By the time we’re done, my hair is sticking to my forehead and the guys have shrugged out of their jackets. The heat is making my head swim and I grip Riot’s arm tighter.

  “Time to go,” he says. “It’s hotter than Satan’s balls out here.”

  Wendi smacks his arm as X laughs. We walk to the parking lot together, then break away to climb into our own vehicles. Baz drove me the whole two blocks to school this morning so I could ride home with them. I would have walked, but not in this heat. Not today.

  The rush of air conditioning feels amazing against my skin. I lean my head back and close my eyes. I can’t believe I did it. Five years ago life felt chaotic and uncertain, and now, everything’s perfect.

  Well, almost.

  We get home and Ry jogs around to open the door of the Denali. The monstrous black SUV is tricked out with every feature known to man, because of course it is. I have to admit it is more comfortable than the truck ever was and I’m glad he bought it.

  Ry doesn’t race as much now that we’re all working together, but I still love watching him speed around the track in his gear. Sometimes X and Baz will join him and it’s like I’ve traveled back in time.

  I pull the cap off my head and set it on the kitchen island.

  X comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me off my feet. He’s been my study buddy for the last four years, nudging me when I get stuck, pushing when I didn’t want to try anymore.

  Their means of motivation were diabolical, but they worked. I’ve had more orgasms in the last forty-eight months than most women get in a lifetime.

  X presses his lips to the crease in my neck.

  “Remember what we said your prize is when you graduated?”

  My nipples tighten.

  I may have circled the date on the calendar.

  “Not yet,” Baz says. “If we don’t show up for Ever’s party, Wendi will come here and let herself in. We don’t need a repeat of the last time.”

  My cheeks go hot. God no, we don’t. She still gives me a cheeky look and a thumbs up every time I see her. Just what every girl needs; the mother of her boyfriends high-fiving her over kinky sex.

  “Proud of you, sweetheart.” He kisses my shoulder and steps away. “And I’m going to stand over there because if I keep touching you, I’m going to bend you over the island and get this party started early.”

  I look over at Ry and he
licks his bottom lip, his gaze roving over me. I clench my thighs. I never asked for the party….

  “So I have an announcement,” Baz says, breaking through the sexual tension that’s filling the kitchen. “The deal went through this morning. Eckard Enterprises officially bought L.B. Tech for an obscene amount of money.”

  X whoops and fists pumps the air. Ry leans back against the counter, shaking his head, but then stick out his fist. Baz bumps it. They both start to grin like maniacs.

  “Holy shit man, that amazing! Now you can keep us all in the lifestyle to which we’ve become accustomed,” X jokes in a terrible British accent.

  “We can,” Baz says. “It was our company. All of us had a hand in making it what it is today.”

  What it is, is the hottest global cyber security company in the world. My guys are even better at what they do than I thought. Smart. Funny. Sexy as hell.

  “Fuck yeah we did.” X does this dance that has me clutching my gut, I’m laughing so hard. He looks over at me. “Getting you hot, isn’t it?” He puts his hands on his hips and starts thrusting.

  “That will give her nightmares,” Ry says, shoving X so that he stumbles into the cabinet.

  Baz comes to stand next to me and we watch them tussle for a few seconds. My guys. My heart swells to bursting.

  “Maybe it’s time to buy a bigger house that’s not so close to a college campus? In a quieter neighborhood,” I suggest.

  I hate the idea of leaving the condo, but it was always a temporary solution. While X was in college, and then me. I look around, pride bringing tears to my eyes. It’s a home now, filled with love and laughter and sometimes even arguments, but we always find our way back to each other.

  Our relationship is unconventional, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I focus on the guys, who are now having an animated conversation.

  “With a huge pool,” Baz says.

  “And a dirt track out back,” Ry chips in.

  “And a room-sized TV to watch porn on?”

  Ry punches X as he laughs. When X catches my eyes, his grin turns wicked and he winks at me.