The anticipation between us is almost palpable. I swallow, my mouth feeling dry. With slow, deliberate movements, Milo reaches for the hem of my shirt, his eyes on mine, questioning. I nod my acceptance. Ollie’s fingers brush my spine when he grabs the back of my shirt. They lift in unison and I raise my arms over my head as the shirt slips off, leaving me in just my pale blue bra.
Ollie’s fingers trace over my shoulder and fall to the clasp in the middle of my back, where he doesn’t hesitate in unclipping it. I lower my arms as the fabric droops, and Milo drags it the rest of the way off, leaving it forgotten on the edge of the bed.
I reach forward and tug on the bottom of Milo’s shirt, so they knows I want theirs off, too. Ollie shifts behind me, and I watch his shirt go sailing over the side of the bed. A wave of his heat hits me like a blast from a furnace, and my nipples pebble as gooseflesh covers the back of my arms.
Milo takes his time removing his shirt, his eyes locked on mine as he drags the fabric over his head from the back of his neck. When his head pops free, his hair is a little messy, and it just adds to his appeal. My eyes roam over his chest and shoulders. Milo’s muscles are tightly packed, but he still isn’t bulky. I dance my fingers from his collarbone down and over his chest, then bump over his impressive abdominals.
Ollie tucks himself close to my back. He reaches over my shoulder and places his hand on the back of Milo’s neck, dragging him closer and squeezing me between them. My breath leaves me in a huff as they share a kiss right over my shoulder. This close, I can see the side of Ollie’s tongue as he slides it in Milo’s mouth. An ache forms low in my belly.
I bring my hands up and run my fingers over Milo’s back, his shoulders roll a little and he lets out a low groan. Ollie’s fingertips skate over my sides and his skin warms even more against my back.
I turn my head and place a kiss on the side of Ollie’s neck. He pulls back from Milo and shifts to my side, placing his mouth against mine. He curls his tongue past my lips, teasing me, then pulls back. I lean forward trying to catch his mouth, but I’m pinned against Milo’s chest. I feel the smile on Ollie’s lips as he dips back close to me and brushes his lips over mine.
“So many things I want to do,” Ollie mutters, as another blast of heat fills the room. Milo shoves Ollie’s shoulder, so he falls back against the mattress. Ollie’s eyes go a little round, but soften almost immediately. “There he is.” Ollie licks his lips. “See, not so fragile.”
“Shut up,” Milo demands, but there’s no heat to his words. He reaches for me, his hands skimming over the tips of my nipples as he makes his way to the waistband of my leggings. Milo’s eyes meet mine and he cocks his brow, asking permission. I nod, not really sure how this will work between the three of us. I know Milo and Ollie haven’t been together, but that was before, when Milo was reluctant to be with anyone, before we slept together.
Milo slides his hands around my back, his fingertips going under the material of my pants at my hips. Ollie lifts up on his elbow and watches, his eyes glued to Milo’s hands as he drags the fabric down my thighs. I lift my left knee so he can get the bunched-up material the rest of the way down, but Milo skims his hand back up to my waist and lifts me, so my head is above his. “Little help, Oliver,” Milo whispers. I lean down and kiss Milo softly. His gruffness with Ollie is almost sweet, in a strange way.
Ollie works the fabric over my bent knees, tugging it off my feet. I feel his palms slide up the back of my thighs as he cups my bare ass. I don’t know if it was Milo’s intention to take my panties with my pants, but that was the result.
Ollie lines himself up against my back again. His jeans feel rough against my sensitive skin, but I love the heat and warmth that comes with him. Ollie slides his hands down behind my knees and pushes my legs up to wrap around Milo’s abdomen. No longer able to focus on the kiss with Milo, I pull away and gaze down at him, my eyes heavily lidded.
Milo makes a hissing noise as Ollie presses himself to my back, his eyes go a little wild before he leans down and kisses his way down my chest to my breasts. My head falls back but Ollie’s there to catch me. His hands skate over my hips and skin until he guides his fingers between mine and Milo’s bodies. Our skin is slick with sweat, Ollie is throwing off so much heat.
Milo loosens his hold on my waist, and I slide down his body until my knees hit the mattress again. I glance up, wondering what’s coming next. Ollie leans over my shoulder and places a soft kiss on Milo’s lips. The muscles in my lower abdomen tighten in response. I move out from between them, and Milo reaches for Ollie and hauls him closer until every inch of their bodies are flush from knees to chest. Ollie glides his hands up Milo’s arms and shoulders. Milo angles his head to deepen the kiss as he crowds even closer to Ollie, almost bending him backwards a little in the process.
If the small sound Ollie lets out is any indication, he seems to like the fact that Milo doesn’t seem to be holding himself back. I settle myself on the mattress next to them, but I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from them. Is this what it was like for Ollie earlier when he was watching me with Dante?
Milo’s hands glide up Ollie’s arms until he reaches just above his shoulders, then he drags his lips away from Ollie, but doesn’t pull back. Instead, he places his forehead against his and breathes deeply. His shoulders are relaxed, but I can still see the muscles of his back and biceps flex with each breath.
Ollie opens his eyes and he spies me off to the side. Watching them. “Where do you think you’re going, Muenster?” His voice is husky.
“Nowhere.” I shake my head to reinforce my words.
“That’s right.” Ollie pulls away from Milo and crawls over to me. His eyes are eating up my body without an ounce of shame. Ollie pushes his lips against mine then pulls back only to drive right back in with a little more force this time. I either have to grab his shoulders to stay seated, or let him nudge me until I’m lying beneath him. I have no complaint about either.
So, I do both. I wrap my arms around his neck and let him guide me back to the bed. Ollie hovers over me, his lips still teasing against mine. His fingertips shake a little as he skates them over my side. When he pulls away, he glances over his shoulder. I watch his neck bob as he swallows thickly.
“Where are you going?” There’s an urgent edge in Ollie’s tone.
“I’m not leaving, if that’s what you think.” Milo’s voice comes from across the room. I was so ensnared by Ollie, I had no idea he had even gotten up. I hear a rustling sound then Ollie breathes out a long sigh.
“Thank fuck,” Ollie mutters under his breath, only loud enough for me to hear. I bite my lip to hold in the smile forming on my lips. Ollie doesn’t bother to hide his grin. Instead, he smiles down at me, his eyes dancing. “Where was I—oh yeah, right about here?” He rocks his hips against me. My eyes fall closed.
The bed shifts, and when I open my eyes, Milo is right next to us. He licks his top lip and his eyes are focused where Ollie’s and my hips are meeting. It’s then I notice the foil packet pinched in his fingers. I reach my arm over to him, the back of my knuckles brushing against his tightly packed abdominal muscles, making him breathe in on a hiss. He looks at me, his pupils blown wide. I wrap the tips of my fingers over the waistband of his joggers and tug them down a bit.
Ollie keeps his hips rocking against mine. I love the feel of him, but his jeans need to come off too. Milo swallows and glances over at Ollie. He drops the condom to the bed and pushes his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, adjusting until he gets them off.
Milo’s erection bobs free; it’s thick, just like the rest of his body. I wrap my fingers around him, and his head falls back on his shoulders, but he knee walks over to get even closer to us.
Ollie leans over me, his palm hitting the mattress on the other side of Milo, not missing a beat as he rocks against me. Then, he rises up on his knees, his free hand moving to the button on his jeans. I work my hand over Milo while watching Ollie remove his pants.
Ollie snags the condom off the bed with a smirk on his lips. Milo reaches over and brushes his fingers over my nipple, drawing my attention. His lips are parted, his chest heaving with each stroke. Ollie reaches for my wrist. I glance up at him as he tugs my hand free from Milo and draws it up close to his face. He looks up at Milo and gives him a wink before licking my palm. I furrow my brow as he guides my hand right back to Milo.
I wrap my fingers around him again, the moisture on my hand making my fingers glide over him a little easier. Milo lets out a groan. Ollie lowers his head and kisses me briefly, before working his mouth lower over my chin and neck, then down to my breasts.
This time when he rocks against me, I don’t feel the roughness of his pants, just his hot skin against mine. Milo inches even closer. He’s so close I can barely move my arm to work from root to tip. But another idea forms. He’s close enough that I could lick him if he moved up near my shoulder a little more.
Ollie settles his hips against mine, and I can feel the tip of him near my center. Ollie sucks on my nipple—hard—before popping free. He puts one palm against the bed and uses his other hand to guide himself into me. My entire body softens, my hand falls away from Milo, and my back arches while Ollie slides inside me.
Ollie groans when his hips are flush against mine. I open my eyes; it’s hard to see Milo with Ollie over me, but I can see his lower stomach next to us. I watch as his hand comes up and wraps over his own cock. His grip is tight as he twists his way up to the tip, and a tiny bead of moisture seeps out. I crane my neck and turn my shoulder to dart my tongue over the slit. Milo’s abdomen contracts hard.
Ollie sits up farther, changing the angle, but still manages to keep himself deep inside of me. Milo inches himself closer, his hand running over my forehead and into my hair. I take him between my lips just as Ollie pulls out of me and slides back in slowly.
Milo palms my breast with his other hand, pinching my nipple. The combined sensation of having them both touching me is almost too much. Ollie starts up a heady rhythm while I lick and suck Milo.
My body tightens around Ollie, and I moan. Milo lets out a hiss of pleasure, so I don’t hold back my sounds, as muffled as they are, since he seems to be enjoying it. Ollie grabs my hips and lifts me, while he shifts so he’s kneeling between my legs. It allows me to see Milo better, and he runs his eyes and hands greedily over my body. With Milo in my mouth and Ollie between my legs, I can’t do much but hold on as Ollie starts rocking against me harder. I wrap my hand around Milo’s base; I don’t even try to fit him all the way in my mouth. His head falls back on his shoulders, and the tendons in his neck stand out as he gasps for breath.
Ollie’s fingers are bruising on my hips as he drags me even closer. His thumb slides over my lower stomach and brushes across the top of my pubic bone. It feels like fire just licked my skin, but there’s no pain, just heat. He works his thumb even lower, and my mouth falls open around Milo when I feel Ollie brush across my clit. Milo pushes deeper into my mouth.
I tighten my lips around him as Ollie circles me with his thumb, my knees squeezing against Ollie’s sides as my back goes rigid. Milo pumps into my mouth a few times then jerks himself away from me. My hand is still wrapped around his base as he turns to the side. He brings his hand up over his tip and lets out a long, low moan. I can feel his cock jerking as he comes into his own hand.
I look up at Ollie, his eyes are on Milo, and he’s biting his lip and breathing hard. He looks down at me with a smile blossoming on his lips. “Fucking amazing.” He drops his lips to mine and slides his tongue in my mouth. I melt under him. This feeling of him fully against me—even though his chest and stomach are almost too hot—I love it. I pull my knees up higher on his waist. Ollie braces his hands on the outside of my shoulders and starts to move his lower body like he’s dancing. His hips swivel and rock, all while he’s still pushing in and out of me. I break the kiss, my head falling back to the bed as Ollie licks up my throat and kisses the side of my neck.
I groan when I feel another set of hands brush up the back of my thigh. The combined touch is all it takes, my body starts to spiral, the pleasure building until I’m almost desperate for a release.
Milo’s fingers brush against where Ollie and I are connected. Ollie stills over me; his eyes are a little wide as he pushes back into me slowly. He closes his eyes. His face is a little pinched, but his lips part and he lets out a heavy sigh. My legs start to tremble, warmth pooling in my stomach. I claw at Ollie’s back, pulling him tighter against me while I swivel my hips under him. His eyes pop open, and he gets back to his steady rhythm. “Got distracted, Muenster. Sorry,” he tells me, then really puts some effort into showing me what I was missing.
Within seconds, I’m ready to fall over the edge. Just as a soft moan starts to leave my lips, Ollie reaches down and grabs my ankle, and places it over his shoulder. When he rocks back into me, he’s somehow deeper. That move takes my orgasm up another notch, and my body goes rigid as I let the euphoria take me. This feeling—the closeness and the intimacy—is addictive.
Ollie’s pace speeds up until he’s panting for breath. He throws his head back, the cords in his neck standing out as his jaw clenches. After several long seconds, he peers down at me, his eyes a little droopy with a contented smile teasing at the corners of his lips. I reach up and brush his hair away from his cheek. Ollie leans into my touch and lets a little more of his weight fall against me.
The bed next to us shifts as Milo rests his face right above my breast and wraps his arm around Ollie’s back, so he’s cuddled in close to us. Ollie shifts, and he slides free of my body, making me wince. I hate that feeling. “I’ll be right back.” He bounces up with way more energy than I could muster at the moment. I hear the water turn on in the bathroom. True to his word, he’s back in seconds with a damp towel.
When he slides it up the inside of my thigh, I yelp and shrink away. It’s freezing. “Oops, sorry about that.” Ollie holds the cloth in his hands for a second, warming it up, then places it back on my leg. After a brief cleanup, he tosses the cloth to Milo. “Got a mess you need to take care of?” he teases.
Milo catches it in his hand and holds up Ollie’s shirt with the other. “I’m all good actually.” He raises his brow in challenge, then tosses both items on the floor. Ollie makes a scoffing sound then chuckles. I roll my eyes at both of them. They’re too adorable.
Chapter 23
“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Ares is holding me by the tops of my shoulders, studying my eyes.
I nod and answer, “I need to see them, Ares. It’s been days.”
“There’s no rush,” he offers again. I know there isn’t, but I’ve been hiding out in the house for three days. Those days have been filled with stolen kisses and soft caresses from most of the guys, and I’ve thoroughly enjoyed every moment, but it’s time to deal with my parents.
“I know, but we need some normalcy. You need to work, and we need to get back to school. I need to see and know what’s happening.” Dante told me Wyatt is already improving physically, but we haven’t really talked about mentally. I think his improvement is something I need to see for myself anyway. Every time I think about him, I imagine him under that white sheet, so frail and thin that it looked like his bones would snap if he tried moving.
I shake those thoughts away and gaze up at Ares. The other guys are already waiting outside for us. Ares made an excuse to keep me behind. I lean up on the tips of my toes and place my lips softly against his. “I miss you,” I mutter against his mouth.
He slides one hand up and cups the front of my throat, applying a light pressure. “What exactly are you missing, Cara? I’ve been right here.” His warm breath falls over my lips seductively.
“This. You. Are you mad at me?” I meet his eyes from under my lashes.
His hand tightens infinitesimally. “No, why would you think that?” His head tilts to the side.
“You’ve barely touched me since… well, si
nce we were at your old place, then the stuff with Leon happened…” I look down, but Ares catches my chin with his free hand.
“I just wanted to give you time to process. You’ve had a lot of shit to deal with. I don’t want you to feel like we’re another obligation.” Ares licks his bottom lip then scrapes his teeth over it.
“You’re never something I have to deal with.” I reach up and run my hands over his vest, then up until the tips of my fingers hit the smooth fabric of his slate gray dress shirt. He steps in a little closer, the front of his shoes touching mine. His hand stays on my neck, while the other skims down over my side until his fingers curl around my hip. “I need this from you,” I whisper, as he ghosts his lips over my cheek.
Ares sighs near my ear, and I close my eyes, enjoying his nearness. Ares isn’t one to back off, and I don’t want him to start now. “Good to know.” Ares slides his hand around the back of my neck and tugs me to his chest. He holds me there for several moments. I rub my cheek against the soft material of his shirt and relax into his embrace.
Footsteps on the stairs alert me that someone is coming. I don’t pull back from Ares, so I feel it when he turns his head to look over his shoulder. “You guys coming?” Ollie huffs a little from rushing up the flight of stairs.
“Yeah, coming,” I call, patting Ares’s chest so he’ll release me.
“We’re not in a hurry.” There’s a little censure in Ares’s voice. He’s speaking to Ollie.
“I know, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.” Ollie widens his hands in surrender.
“It’s okay,” I tell Ares, and snag his fingers to pull him with me. I smile over at Ollie to let him know everything is, indeed, fine. “I just needed a minute with the Dark Lord.” Ollie groans.
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