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Xavier stretched her out across the bed and took his time kissing every part of her body while Mack seemed to lose himself in her mouth, kissing her deep until they were both out of breath. I moved a chair near the foot of the bed and sank into it, content to watch Layla writhe under their touch.
She cried out when Xavier settled himself between her thighs and slowly licked her dripping pussy. He used his tongue to spread her wetness to her ass and used his tongue to fuck both of her holes at a lazy pace until she yanked at his hair. Still, he didn’t rush. He took his time bringing her to orgasm and when she did come, she screamed his name.
There seemed to be an understanding that night that we each needed our own moment with her before anything else happened. Mack and I settled back and watched as Xavier moved up Layla’s body and kissed her with her wetness coating his mouth. She braced her feet on the bed and lifted her hips to take his length. He planted his fists on either side of her head and took his time sliding himself deep inside her.
Layla moaned his name and clung to him while he eased his length out and then thrust deep again. Over and over again, he filled her at a pace that seemed to make them both desperate for each other. Their moans were broken by the sounds of their kissing and legs twisting on the blanket under them.
As she got close to another orgasm, her movements became jerky and the way her fingers dug into his shoulders started to leave marks. Xavier growled and rolled them into a sitting position with her straddling him. Wrapping his arms around her, he moved her up and down his dick until they were both clinging to each other and coming hard.
I couldn’t take my eyes off Layla as she laid out on the bed, chest rising and falling fast as she smiled at the ceiling. She was so beautiful that it was hard to catch my own breath for a moment. That was why when Mack looked at me, I nodded to him that I was fine with waiting as he took his time with her. I wanted to watch her and just know that she was ours. I needed that comfort after everything.
Mack laid next to her and I watched him pull her on top of his chest so he could hold her while he kissed her. They lost themselves in each other and only broke that kiss when he lifted her enough to slide inside her welcoming body. She curled herself over him so she could continue kissing him even while slowly riding his length.
I watched as they rocked against each other and their kisses became open-mouthed pants. Even in their hungry drive for each other, their pace stayed the same. Even when their cries and groans became chaotic and loud, it was the same. It stayed slow and deep until they both came together.
My chest ached with love and pride as I watched my best friends and the woman I loved take care of each other in the most basic way. If I’d ever had any doubt that what we had made sense, that moment would’ve quieted it. I’d never felt that kind of peace. And when Layla stumbled on weak legs to stand and walk over to me, I knew that my future was set and it was going to be fucking good.
She climbed onto my lap and sank her tight core over my length in one steady stroke. When her knees rested on the chair outside of my hips, she wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled. “I love you, Jones.”
Each time I heard her say those words another piece of me felt like it healed. Knowing she loved me was a high unlike any I’d ever experienced. I cupped her face and pulled her closer. “I love you so fucking much, Firecracker. I will love you forever.”
Her eyes filled with tears and she kissed me, letting me taste the saltiness of those tears. “Forever might not be long enough.”
Running my hands down to her hips, I lifted her almost completely off my shaft and then pulled her back down until her thighs rested on mine. I repeated that motion, fucking her in long, slow strokes that threatened to break me. “You belong to us, baby. You’re ours. Say it. Tell me that you’re mine.”
She moaned and tightened her grip on my neck. “I’m yours. I belong to you. I belong to each of you. I always have.”
“I’m going to spend the rest of my life taking care of you, Layla. We all are. You’re going to be cherished and cared for, the way you were meant to be.”
She dropped one hand to her clit when she watched the way my jaw clenched. “Come inside me, Jones. I want to feel you in me with Mack and Xavier. I want to spend forever like this.”
I pumped her up and down my shaft harder until we both came. Instead of the normal body slam type of orgasm, it was a whisper that promised everything to come. It was gentle and quiet, a purposeful moment to show her that we would love her in every way.
After I caught my breath, I was still hard and I stood up with her in my arms so I could walk to the bed. With the slow and easy part of our needs met, I could feel the desperate hunger rising again, like always. The part of me that wanted to love her sweetly was overcome with the part of me that wanted to love her so hard she passed out and couldn’t move.
Xavier and Mack had waited and watched, their animalistic need growing as they did. We all knew that our sex would always come back to that base place of fucking like animals, rutting to mark her as ours.
I laid back on the bed and pulled Layla’s arms over my head so she would grip the headboard. With her body arched over my head, I tipped my mouth up to bite her nipples and suck hard enough to distract her from Mack settling on the bed behind her.
She screamed out when Mack pushed his length into her ass, stuffing her full. Her throat bobbed over me as she tried to catch her breath but then Xavier was sliding his dick into her throat. I watched as her chest flushed and her eyes rolled back in her head. That was the look I craved. She liked being fucked my one of us at a time, probably even loved it just as much, but there wasn’t anything like the three of us stuffing her full at the same time and it showed in the way her body went pliant for us and burned hotter with each stroke. She needed it.
Xavier stood over us, feeding his cock to Layla, and watching as Mack and I drove our cocks into her ass and core, forcing our previous come out of her with loud, wet sounds. He growled. “We’ll all have to come in that sweet pussy again to make sure we give your body time to drink us all in and start growing that baby.”
Without warning, Layla came like the firecracker she was. It was explosive and her body went as stiff as a board between us while she screamed around Xavier’s dick. She kept coming, kept flooding my balls with her juices as she did, and cried out each of our names the whole time. She was ours. Soon her growing body would prove that to everyone else.
With thoughts of that baby and her body changing to grow it, we all lost it. Possessive assholes that we were, there was nothing hotter than our come staking that kind of claim over her body in such a huge way. When we all came, it was with the promise of forever and more.
49
Layla
WhenIwalkedintothe hospital room the next morning, it was with a limp. The idea of putting a baby inside me had turned the guys into rutting beasts and I’d happily taken them deep time after time until I’d been covered in their attempts to knock me up and my body’s eager receptiveness to the idea. I wasn’t sure I’d gotten any sleep at all, but I didn’t care. I’d needed to be with them that way.
I hadn’t realized that not having them touch me with that wild need since before our fight the night I’d flown home was affecting me. A scared little corner of my brain had quietly been conspiring to make me believe that the guys were there not because of wanting me, but because they were really great men. The night before had shown me that while they were great men, they wanted me maybe even more than that. They’d each tried to stop and let me rest, but their need had been too much. My own need had been too much, but seeing theirs…I felt like I could breathe easier.
They were taking care of Jagger, they knew I loved them and they loved me, and I felt hope. Things were going to be okay.
That was why, when I walked into the hospital with a limp, I didn’t feel all that concerned when I saw the TV in the waiting room playing a clip of Matthew sitting down for an exclusive interview. I hadn’t thought twice about him since I’d heard about Jagger’s wreck.
