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They don’t hesitate for one second. Their arms come around both of us, surrounding us, enclosing us in a circle of protection.
“Whatever you need,” Nate says.
West tightens his hold, dips his head forward, his soft hair brushing my forehead. “We’re here.”
It makes me want to kiss them all, laugh and cry at once. And maybe I’m the one who starts it, I’m not even sure, not sure where I end and they begin, but we kiss.
I kiss Kash on his salty mouth that’s also sweet and bitter with fear, and then I turn my head and I’m kissing West. And finally Nate.
He draws back with a small curse, but doesn’t move away. His fingers slide in Kash’s hair, and then West is nuzzling my neck, and Kash is leaning into West, and we are a tangle of bodies, somehow still standing.
“Bed,” someone whispers, and I realize it’s me. “Let’s go to bed.”
It’s all kind of a blur. We don’t let go of each other as we lurch back inside. We’re holding hands, West has his arm slung over Kash’s shoulders, Nate has his arm around my waist, Kash is still leaning into West, his steps unsteady.
We end up in Nate’s bed, just because it’s the first bedroom we find. We stagger inside and fall on top of his bed. West turns on the nightstand light.
I don’t know what we’re doing. I doubt the boys do, either. They all look dazed, touching and tugging on clothes, Nate and West rolling me and Kash in the middle, keeping that protective circle from before. They kiss me, kiss my arms, my bared belly, my legs, my face, my mouth when they can reach it, like I’m their axis and they move around me.
“West.” His mouth captures mine, and then he rolls me so he can mold his body against my back.
That rolls me against Kash’s front. He’s spooned by Nate who’s actually up on one elbow, looking down at us, his eyes dark with desire.
“Kiss him,” he commands me. “Kash, kiss her, dude.”
“So bossy, man.” Pushing pale hair out of his eyes, Kash huffs something that may be laughter, but his eyes are warm, the emptiness and panic that filled him before gone. “I can barely… breathe. Fuck.”
I lift my hand to his face, tracing the sharp line of his jaw, touch the coolness of the hoop in his nose. His full lips that are slightly parted as he draws uneven breaths. The fear is gone but his body is still struggling with it.
“Kiss him,” West murmurs from behind me, his breath warm on my neck. He brushes his mouth under my ear, and I shiver. “Breathe for him.”
“Are we talking… CPR?” Kash grins at me, and I swear, my heart flips over.
I press my mouth to his and he sighs, pale lashes dropping over his gray eyes. I feel the shape of his mouth, the fullness of his lips, dart my tongue out to taste him better, seeking that bitterness from earlier.
He groans and grips my chin, his tongue dancing against mine, then pushing between my lips, licking into my mouth—drawing a whimper from my throat. My body feels hot and taut, and my pussy clenches with desire. I press my body more fully to his, feeling his hard cock twitch in his pants, trapped between us.
“Holy fuck.” Nate is watching us, his gaze hot like fire, his bare sculpted chest gleaming like metal, a silver drop of sweat rolling down his abs and into his black boxer briefs. He reaches down, and I realize he’s hard, too, his cock tenting his underwear.
Oh God.
West pushes one hand under my blouse, resting it right under my boobs. “Touch him, girl. Nate isn’t the only one who wants to see.”
What’s happening? It’s as if they had this antagonism between them, Nate and West, but it doesn’t apply to Kash. In fact, Nate is dragging Kash’s T-shirt up, baring his chest for me to explore, gaze dipping down to it, and I swear I see a flare of need in his amber gaze.
Then Kash is kissing me harder, tongue flicking against mine, lighting me up inside. His hand slides to my neck, and West cups and strokes my breasts, thumbing the peaks of my nipples, and I’m lost in sensation. I’m so wet, so horny, I don’t know what to do to relieve the ache inside me.
Kash groans, and my eyes snap open when he breaks the kiss. I glance down and find that Nate has unbuttoned Kash’s jeans and pulled them down.
“Touch him,” Nate says again, his voice full of grit. “Don’t you wanna?”
What a question. I wrap my hand around Kash’s cock, and he throws his head back with a grunt, his hands falling to my shoulders. I stroke him, tugging and releasing, precum
leaking from the flushed head of his cock and easing my movements.
“Fuck, yeah, oh God.” Kash rocks into my grip and I’m vaguely aware of Nate pulling Kash’s pants all the way off, shoes and socks following.
Not sure what he’s doing, but I’m distracted because West tugs down my panties, rolls me on my back and buries his face between my legs.
