They trade places before I’ve even caught my breath, Jayden and Killian lavishing attention on my sensitive cunt as Noah claims my mouth. I clutch at his shoulders, whimpering into the kiss that tastes like me. It’s too much, the ache inside growing impossibly deeper with each pass of their tongues and stroke of their hands.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for us again.” Killian’s voice is a dark purr against my thigh. He seals his lips around my clit and sucks, pushing two fingers deep inside me.
The coil snaps and I scream into Noah’s mouth, my back arching off the couch as a second, more powerful orgasm rips through me.
I’m only half-aware of them maneuvering me upstairs and tucking me into bed, drifting off to the feeling of their hands stroking over my skin and soft words of praise in my ear.
Chapter 34
Dylan
Theearlymorningsunstreams through the windows as I move around the well-equipped kitchen. The aroma of simmering tomatoes and peppers fills the air as I prepare the shakshuka, poaching the eggs gently in the spicy sauce. Next to it bubbles the golden khachapuri, its melted cheese releasing an irresistible scent.
I smile to myself, feeling a new lightness after last night. The guys really came through, treating me like a teammate, maybe even a friend… and then definitely something more.
This breakfast is my way of saying thanks, and of acknowledging the way we’ve progressed to the next level, whatever that means.
As I chop parsley for garnish, I hear shuffling behind me. I glance back to see Jayden yawning, his hair endearingly mussed from sleep.
“Morning, sleepyhead. I’m just finishing up a special breakfast as a token of appreciation.” I say, unable to keep the grin off my face.
“Wow, Dylan, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble.” Jayden looks touched, his eyes widening as he takes in the spread.
“It was no trouble at all. You guys are… well, you’re all great.”
I plate the shakshuka and khachapuri with pride.
As we sit down to eat, the conversation flows easily. It’s so freeing finally feeling like I’m able to completely be myself. The lingering hurt and doubt of my past fade with each laugh we share.
I smile as Killian wanders in, his hair sticking up every which way.
“Rise and shine! I hope you’re hungry,” I say, sliding a piping hot plate of shakshuka in front of him.
He inhales deeply, eyes still bleary with sleep. “Mmm, smells amazing. Is today my birthday or something?”
I laugh. “Nope, just wanted to say thanks for being so amazing yesterday.”
His eyes soften. “Of course.”
Noah shuffles in next, equally disheveled and adorable. He perks up at the sight of food.
“Dang, Dylan! You trying to fatten us up or what?” He jokes, piling his plate high. “I wondered what that was. It smells divine.”
“Maybe! Gotta keep my guys well-fed,” I quip back, thrilled they’re enjoying my cooking.
The conversation flows easily as we eat, laughter and steaming mugs of coffee warming the kitchen. I truly feel like I fit in here—that I’m actually wanted—and it makes me more than a bit giddy.
As I clear the empty plates, Killian claps a hand on my shoulder. “You’re alright, Dylan. I’m glad you’re here.”
My heart swells. With food and friendship, we’re building something special.
I smile to myself as I start washing the dishes, the chatter and laughter of my teammates warming my heart. This feels right.
A knock at the door interrupts my musings. Noah jumps up to answer it.
“Hey Kai, what’s up?”
My heart just about stops at the mention of his name.