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“Relax, honeybee. It’s just us,” he whispers in my ear, ending it with a short lick across my earlobe.
Nate walks in from the hallway. “Tiny beast is okay,” he updates.
He’d gone to check on our new addition as soon as we got home. He’s already ordered a camera so he can make sure he’s safe when he has to go to work, ignoring the fact that Bry works from home.
I wish I could work from home too, but last month, I took a step closer to achieving my dream. Anita announced she was retiring, which meant there was a full-time position available for me to accept, with pay too. The guys are thrilled for me, however they made me promise I would save the money to use it to enrol in university and study to be an animal behaviourist.
Life is finally filling up with happiness.
“Such the perfect pussy whisperer,” Max snorts behind me. “No wonder Honeybee likes you.”
Nate scowls, taking a step towards us, and I tense, ready to wiggle free and escape.
“There’s one more present,” Noah announces, and my brows rise as I lift my head from Max’s chest.
“What?”
He doesn’t answer straight away. He walks over, offering me his hand. “It’s from all of us.”
Still none the wiser, I let him pull me up and guide me into Nate’s bedroom. With this being the place Moshi tends to sleep in most, we’d set up the new kitten in Max’s room to. Nate wasn’t entirely keen on the setup. But he also wasn’t prepared to relocate Moshi.
I swear I fall for him more every day. Well, all of them really.
Noah lets go of my hand once I’m a few steps from the bed. I crane my neck around to try to see what the gift could be, hoping it’s not too expensive.
Nate prowls up to me, standing close enough that my body automatically leans towards him. “If you’re uncomfortable with anything, we stop. Your shoulder hurts, we stop,” he demands and lifts my chin with his thumb. It’s been healed for awhile, but he’s still overly cautious.
“Okay?” I answer. Are we even having the same conversation? What is he talking about?
“Bry and Noah are going to strip you,” he announces.
I still have no clue what’s going on, but my body responds to his words, and my pulse increases.
They both step to me, and Noah’s fingers pluck at my shirt buttons, slipping each one free. I glance at his face, and the organ in my chest leaps hard at the soft, adoring expression.
The zip on the side of my skirt is slowly dragged down, pulling my attention away from Noah. Bry’s on his knees and shuffles the leather down my hips, dropping it to pool at my feet. The shirt slips from my shoulders, and my skin prickles from the cool air. Or it could be the fact that I’m standing here, in my emerald lacy underwear with four sets of eyes locked on me.
The bottoms are cut high on my thighs. The material at the back barely covers my cheeks, and the fabric at the front is satin with lace edging.
“Fuck,” Nate grunts, and I squirm beneath the heat they’re all throwing at me.
He gives out more instructions, but his words go in one ear and straight out of the other, the anticipation squealing too loudly in my mind.
Because is this…what I think it is?
Am I going to be in the middle of a group session?
Holy crapsicles.
My head’s tilted to the right, and Noah’s lips meet mine. His kiss is unhurried, languid, and at complete odds with all the blood racing through my system.
Someone’s tongue licks over the lace covering my left nipple, then it stands to attention, turning hard and sensitive.
Something hot covers the satin between my legs, then my leg is lifted and placed on a shoulder. The muscles beneath my toes and the calloused hand gripping my thigh mean it’s Nate nuzzling my clit through the satin.
A sloppy wet trail glides from my shoulder up my neck, and I know without a doubt that the body at my back and the hands grabbing handfuls of my butt cheeks belong to Max.
I try to moan, all the different sensations overwhelming me in the best way, but Noah swallows the sound, his thumb stroking up and down my cheekbone.
