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Alex
I watch Ava sleep, her face peaceful and content as she curls into Liam’s side. The soft, warm glow of the bedside lamp casts a gentle light over her features, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheekbones, the dark sweep of her lashes against her skin. Her hair, usually so carefully styled, is now a tousled halo around her head, a few stray strands falling across her forehead in an endearingly messy way.
The sight fills me with a sense of deep protectiveness, a fierce desire to shield her from any harm. It’s a feeling that swells in my chest, warm and all-consuming, as I watch the steady rise and fall of her breath, the way her lips part slightly in sleep. I want to gather her in my arms, to hold her close and never let go.
It’s a feeling I never expected. In the past, my relationships have been fleeting, superficial things - more about physical gratification than any true emotional connection. But Ava is so much more than any other woman who came before her. She’s not just a warm body in our bed, a pretty face to admire. She’s become a part of our lives, an integral piece of the puzzle that makes us whole.
As I think back on the incredible experience we shared earlier, I feel a sense of awe at her bravery, her willingness to trust us with her deepest desires and vulnerabilities. The way she surrendered herself to us, body and soul, was an amazing gift, one that I know none of us take lightly. The soft sighs of her pleasure, the way her body arched and trembled under our hands, the look of pure bliss on her face as she came undone - these are memories I will cherish forever.
And I feel a deep sense of gratitude for the opportunity to be a part of her journey, to help her discover and embrace this new side of herself. Watching her bloom under our attention, seeing the way she’s grown in confidence and self-awareness, has been a joy and a privilege. She’s like a flower turning its face to the sun, and we are the lucky ones who get to witness her unfurling.
But I also know the road ahead won’t always be this easy. The dynamics of a relationship like ours are complex, and there will be challenges to navigate, both in and out of the bedroom. We’ll need to be careful, to communicate openly and honestly with each other, to make sure everyone’s needs and boundaries are being respected.
The last thing I want is for Ava to be hurt, either physically or emotionally. The thought of her in pain, of her doubting herself or our commitment to her, is like a knife to my gut. We’ll need to be attuned to her moods, her reactions, ready to slow down or stop at the first sign of discomfort.
The soft sound of feet on the thick carpet makes me turn. Ethan catches my eye, his expression mirroring my own mix of happiness and concern. He moves to stand beside me, the heat of his body a comforting presence at my side.
“We need to talk about how we’re going to handle this,” he says quietly, mindful not to wake Ava. “Set some ground rules. Make sure we’re all on the same page.”
I nod, my hand coming to rest on Ava’s hip, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin sheet. Her body is soft and pliant in sleep, molding to my touch in a way that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Agreed,” I say, my voice low and rough with emotion. “Her well-being is our top priority. We need to make sure she feels safe, both in and out of the bedroom.”
Liam hums in agreement from his position beside Ava, his fingers gently stroking her hair. The tenderness in his touch, the way he looks at her with such adoration, makes my heart swell. I know he would move mountains for her, just as Ethan and I would.
“We should probably keep things quiet at the office, at least for now,” Liam suggests, his voice a soft rumble. “No PDA, no special treatment. We don’t want anyone giving our girl a hard time.”
It’s a valid point. As much as I want to shout from the rooftops that Ava is ours, that she’s chosen us, I know that discretion is key. The last thing we want is for nasty rumors to start circulating, for Ava to face judgment or harassment because of her association with us. We can’t risk damaging her reputation or career.
“We’ll take things slow,” I say, my voice firm with conviction. “Let her set the pace, and make sure she’s comfortable with everything we do. And we’ll constantly check in, make sure she’s happy and feels supported.”
Ethan nods, his expression unusually solemn in a silent show of unity. We all know what’s at stake here, how precious and fragile this new bond between us is. It’s not just about sex or pleasure, but about trust, about caring for each other on a deeper level.
Looking down at Ava, seeing the way she trusts us even in sleep, I feel a renewed sense of determination. A determination to make this work, to build something real and lasting between the four of us. It won’t be a typical relationship by any means, but that doesn’t make it any less valid, any less meaningful.
We’ll face challenges, both from within and without. There will be jealousies to manage, insecurities to soothe, logistics to figure out. We’ll need to find a balance, to make sure Ava never feels overwhelmed or pressured, that she has space to breathe and grow outside of her relationship with us.
But I have faith in us, in the strength of our connection. We’ve already weathered so much together, both professionally and personally. We know how to work as a team, how to support and uplift each other. And now, with Ava, we have even more reason to fight for what we’ve found.
It won’t be easy, but nothing worth having ever is. We’ll take it one day at a time, communicate openly, and prioritize Ava’s well-being above all else. And in the process, I believe we’ll build something beautiful, something that will enrich all of our lives in ways we never imagined.
Right now, all I want to do is gather Ava closer, feel the steady beat of her heart against my chest. I want to inhale the sweet scent of her hair, to feel the soft warmth of her skin against my own. I want to lose myself in the peaceful rhythm of her breathing, to let the rest of the world fall away until there’s nothing but the four of us, safe and content in each other’s arms.
Ethan and Liam seem to have the same idea, moving to the bed to carefully arrange themselves around Ava. She stirs slightly as we settle in, a soft sigh escaping her lips, but doesn’t wake. Instead, she nestles into our combined warmth, her body instinctively seeking our touch, even in sleep.
I press a soft kiss to her temple, whispering a promise against her skin. “We’ve got you, sweetheart. Always.”
And with that, I allow myself to drift off, secure in the knowledge that, come what may, we’ll face it together.
Ava
I wake up to the feeling of warm, naked skin pressed against mine and the memories of last night’s delicious debauchery flooding my still sluggish mind. A satisfied smile stretches across my face as I burrow deeper into the tangle of muscular limbs, content to drift in this blissful haze forever.
But of course, my bladder has other ideas. With a groan of regret, I carefully extract myself from the cuddle puddle, doing my best not to wake my snoozing bedmates. I pause for a moment to appreciate the stunning view - three gorgeous, naked men sprawled out in a dead sleep, their faces relaxed and peaceful. Damn, I’m one lucky bitch.
I tiptoe to the bathroom, my delightfully sore muscles protesting every step. As I take care of business, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and have to do a double take. Holy shit, my hair! I look like I’ve been through a fucking tornado… a sexy, orgasmic tornado. But still!
I’m just attempting to tame my wild mane into something resembling a hairstyle when strong arms wrap around my waist from behind, pulling me back against a firm, warm chest. I melt into the embrace, a purr of contentment escaping my lips.
