We sit pressed together in the booth, feeding one another in between kisses, and I fall in love with him all over again.
We walk home along the beach, barefoot, wrapped around one another, and my heart is full, my mind light, the future bright.
“I love you, my queen,” Saint says, holding his naked body still over me, peering deep into my eyes. I’m a writhing mass of desire underneath him, brought over the edge three times already as he remained true to his word, worshiping every part of my body like it was our first time together. Lust flows through my limbs like water gliding through a stream, and I’m more than ready to feel him moving inside me. “I will never make you forget that again.”
“What’s happened is in the past,” I say, reaching up to brush my fingers along the stubble on his cheeks. “We just focus on moving forward now.” There is nothing to be gained from overanalyzing the mistakes of the recent past.
He nods, and I feel him nudging my entrance. “I never want to treat you any less than you deserve. You have given me a life I never imagined possible, Lo, and you are my entire universe. You and the kids and our family mean everything to me.” He pushes slowly inside me, and we both moan in pleasure. “This, babe.” He thrusts to the hilt, holding himself still, fully seated inside me. “This is everything.”
Leaning down, he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss as he starts to move inside me. Except it’s no frenetic coupling like the past few months. His thrusts are measured and slow, and he pulls out and pushes back in as if he has all the time in the world. I feel him moving inside me, and it’s as magical as I remember. My walls hug his cock, clinging to him, and my fingers explore his warm skin, remembering all the contours and planes of his beautiful body.
He holds my wrists up over my head as his lips worship my lips and then my neck. His mouth moves lower, brushing seductively against my collarbone, sending shivers cascading along my flushed skin. Very softly, he sucks one nipple into his mouth while his hips continue moving strategically, his erection sliding in and out of me like time is endless. It’s a slow, continual seduction, a synchronized marriage of tongue, lips, fingers, and cock as he blows my mind, entrances my body, and reclaims my heart.
I am putty in his hands, matching his languid thrusts, meeting his skillful explorations with explorations of my own, making love to his mouth in return, until there is no me and no him. We are one as we ascend into ecstasy, shattering explosively together, staring at one another through glassy eyes as all the cracks are repaired and we are remade anew.
Chapter 8
Harlow
WE MADE LOVE for hours, and Saint worshiped me like I was made of porcelain. It was an entirely new experience for us and one which we both craved like addicts in need of a new high. Eventually, we fell asleep, waking up in a tangle of limbs as a loud noise jolts us both from slumber.
“What the hell is that?” I mumble into his chest, struggling to open my eyes. My body aches deliciously in a way it hasn’t for a long time, and I stretch out alongside him, purring like a cat in heat.
“Surprise, queenie,” Saint mumbles as Galen, Caz, and Theo come bursting into the room.
“What are you guys doing here?” I ask, rubbing sleep from my eyes as Saint repositions us against the headboard.
“Gatecrashing the party,” Caz says, flopping down on the end of the bed. “What else?” He flashes me a naughty grin.
“Who’s watching the kids?” We don’t have many babysitting options considering we live so far from our families.
“Jazz and Ken have them.”
“Was this your doing?” I ask Saint, brushing my messy hair out of my eyes.
“Yep. It’s been forever since we were all together. It didn’t seem right to hog you for the whole weekend.”
“This seriously feels like my birthday,” I say, before remembering what day it is. I squeal, flinging my arms around Saint. “Happy birthday, baby.” I pepper his handsome face with kisses while he looks at me with amusement.
“Yeah, happy birthday, baby,” Caz says, putting his face into Saint’s and puckering his lips.
Saint pushes him away, and he falls back, chuckling. “Knock that shit off, assface. Go kiss Theo.”
“Been there, done that, bought the T-shirt,” Theo says, smirking as he flips Saint off. Sitting down beside me, on the edge of the bed, he pecks my lips. “Love the hair.” He fingers a few strands. “It’s sexy as fuck.”
“If we hadn’t already arranged this,” Galen says, crawling up the middle of the bed. “We’d have called in every favor to get our butts here after Saint sent us those photos last night.” He leans in, kissing me. “I didn’t think you could get any sexier, but fuck me, that hair is sensational.”
“You all know sex is guaranteed, right?” I say, quirking a brow as my gaze dances between them. “You don’t need to shower me with compliments. My pussy is yours. My mouth and my ass too.” I fix the fakest sweet smile on my mouth as my hungry gaze rakes over them. It’s been forever since we had group sex.
“I smell an orgy coming on.” Caz waggles his brows and rubs his hands in glee.
“Food first,” Galen says as his stomach grumbles loudly.
“You are getting old, dude,” Saint says. “When does food ever come before sex?”
“When I need sustenance to show my wife the best fucking time.” Galen tilts his head to the side, grinning. “And I’m officially the baby, so you don’t get to throw shade.”
“You’re only a few months younger than us,” Theo reminds him.
“I’m still only thirty. The rest of you are ancient.”
“Hey!” I swat Galen with a pillow. “Anyone would think you don’t want me to ride your cock.”
He tosses the pillow aside, yanking me out of Saint’s arms and plonking me on his lap. “Does a bear shit in the woods? The day I stop wanting you to ride my monster cock is the day I’m dead.”
“You just had to go there, didn’t you?” Saint shakes his head before swinging his legs out the side of the bed. He yawns, and that sets me off too.
“Can’t deny the facts,” Galen teases, puffing out his chest.
“I still can’t believe y’all measured your dicks,” I say. “I seriously have no words.” There is competitive, and then there are my husbands. “Where are you going?” I ask, when Saint stands.
“To take a piss.” He pins me with a cocky smile. “Unless you want to hold it?”
“Ew. There are some things even I won’t do. Be gone with you.” I shoo him away with my hands, and the instant he steps into the en suite bathroom, I hop up, racing naked for my weekend bag. Bending over, I rummage around until I find the envelope.
Warm hands land on my hips, and I shriek at the unexpected contact. “Hell yeah, beautiful,” Caz says, rocking his hips suggestively as he thrusts back and forth against my ass. “Just like that, queenie.”
Straightening up, I fist the envelope and my silk robe in one hand, playfully shoving my husband away. “Someone’s horny.”
“We’re all horny,” Galen adds. “Just in case there’s any confusion.”
“I don’t know why we bothered bringing overnight bags,” Theo says. “Not when we’ll be naked for most of the time.”
“You guys have this all worked out, hmm?” I tease, laughing at Caz’s pout when I wrap my knee-length red silk robe around my body, tying the belt.
“Yes,” Caz replies. “And wearing robes was not part of the plan.” He tugs on the belt, and my robe falls open. “That’s much better,” he murmurs, his eyes darkening with lust. Reaching underneath my robe, he cups one of my breasts. “Much, much better.”
I swat his hand away. “There will be plenty of time for sex. I want to give Saint his birthday gift, have breakfast, and then the orgy can commence in earnest.” I flash him a devilish grin as I firmly tie my robe again.
“What gift?” Saint asks, yawning again as he emerges from the bathroom, buck ass naked. His dick juts out proudly, saluting me,
and I lick my lips as desire tightens in my core.
Theo chuckles, and Galen grins. Saint bundles me into his arms. “Is that for me?” He gestures at the envelope in my hand.
I turn around in his embrace, smiling. “Yes.” I give it to him, my grin expanding as he lets me go to tear at the paper.
“No. Way.” Awe seeps from his tone, and his eyes pop wide as he stares at the photograph while palming the car keys in his hand. “Is this real?” He lifts his head, eyeballing me and then the guys. “You seriously found me a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429?” Shock splays across his face.
Since I relocated my dad’s car collection from the cabin to Newport ten years ago, Saint has become obsessed with classic cars. We don’t get to visit the cabin much these days, so it seemed a shame to let the cars gather dust. The guys were in complete agreement, and we built a new garage at our house to accommodate them. Now, we have more cars than we know what to do with, but that still hasn’t stopped the guys from adding to the collection.
While Saint runs the business side of the garages he co-owns with Caz, and Caz is the more hands-on of the pair, he still loves tinkering with cars as a hobby. Saint got it into his head that he wanted a 1969 Ford Mustang Boss and he’s spent years scouring the internet to find one he could fix up, with no success.
“I located a guy online who specializes in finding classic cars,” I explain. “I actually contacted him almost two years ago, hoping to find one for your thirtieth birthday, but it didn’t work out. He got in touch last month to let me know one was going under auction and he bid on it for us.”
When Saint discovers we paid over two hundred thousand for it, he’ll lose his nut, but he’ll get years and years of enjoyment out of it, and he’ll have something special to pass down to one of the kids when they are older. Besides, it’s actually a good investment. They are so rare I doubt we’d have trouble recouping our money if he chose to sell it in years to come.
“It’s got the A code engine, and it’s in pretty decent shape,” Caz says. “But the bodywork and interiors need work. I figured we could work on it together in the evenings. It will be at the Newport garage on Monday.”
Saint stares between the picture of his car and us, his head jerking up and down, and for once, he’s completely lost for words.
Caz chuckles. “He’s speechless.”
“We need to record this moment,” Theo adds.
“At least we now know how to shut him up,” Galen says.
“Assholes,” Saint mutters, flipping his middle finger up as his gaze stays locked on the picture of his car.
I had planned on cooking Saint breakfast in bed. Okay, well I was going to attempt it, but now the guys are here, they won’t let me near the kitchen.
I consider that a win. Saint does too.
So, we sit outside on the lounge chairs while the others slave over a hot stove. We are wearing our swimwear, sipping mimosas, as we listen to the waves lap against the shore. The day is bright and clear, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. Heat beats down on us, and I tilt my face up to the sun, absorbing the warmth from its rays.
“Is it okay that I arranged for them to come?” he asks, touching my arm.
I angle my head to face him. “It’s perfect. I’m glad you did.”
“We’re a team,” he adds, idly rubbing my arm. Closing my eyes, I savor his touch and the deep sense of contentment I feel. “I didn’t just need to make it right with you. I needed to make it right with my brothers too.”
“I know, hun.” I lean over and kiss him. “I’m happy we are all together again. In fact, I think it’s time we made it a rule. We should have at least one weekend a year where we sneak away.”
If we prearrange it, I can get Mom and Linc to fly in to watch the kids. She loves any opportunity to spend time with her grandchildren. Or, if Caz’s family moves to Rhode Island, I’m sure Nelia would babysit with Grandma Evans.
Howie could be an option, if he wasn’t the eternal bachelor. I would feel nervous leaving him alone with the rugrats for a weekend, because he’s clueless when it comes to kids.
Howie works with VERO now too, in a different section than Theo, but they work on some projects together, on occasion. Over the years, Saint found it in his heart to forgive his other uncle, and he’s now a proper part of the family. He lives in D.C. and usually comes up for a weekend every two months or so.
After a delicious breakfast, we relax on the beach before taking a swim, and then we head back to the house, making a beeline for the bedroom.
“Oh God. Yes, Galen. Just like that. That feels so fucking good,” I moan, as he tilts his hips up, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside me while I bounce up and down on top of him.
“It’s no wonder he has a big head,” Saint says, reaching around to cup my tits. He kneads them roughly as he thrusts in and out of my ass. “You give him far too much credit.”
“Jealous ’cause I’ve got a monster cock and I know how to use it?” Galen quips in between primal moans.
“As if,” Saint scoffs. “Tell them how good I made you feel last night, baby.” He nips at my earlobe before planting hot kisses along the side of my neck.
“You sexed me good, Saintly. You loved me good.” I stretch my head around, and his lips glide against mine without hesitation.
“If you’re done with the pissing contest, some of us are feeling left out,” Caz says, and I can hear the pout in his tone.
I tear my lips from Saint’s, whimpering as he and his cousin lay siege to my body in a crescendo of expert moves and scorching-hot touches. Fuck, I have missed this.
“Don’t pretend like you and Theo haven’t been having your own little party,” I tease, reaching out to cup Caz’s face. “I saw you sucking one another off.”
“Fuck. Angel,” Galen hisses, as liquid warmth gushes from my pussy. Watching Caz and Theo together will never get old. It turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.
“Well, we need your mouth now, babe,” Theo confirms, sliding up on the other side of the bed.
I lean into him, planting a passionate kiss on his mouth. “Hmm. I can taste Caz’s cock on your lips.”
Caz’s fingers replace Saint’s on one breast, and he tweaks my nipple between his thumb and his forefinger. “My turn, queenie. I need that dirty mouth.”
Angling around, I kiss Caz, sliding my tongue between his lush lips, letting him taste himself. His mouth is quickly replaced with his cock, and I alternate between the lovers, taking turns sucking them both, bringing them to the brink.
I come with Saint and Galen, and then we switch out. The cousins take seats by the window, smoking a joint as they watch us reposition ourselves. I lie beside Theo, running my hands up and down his lean body as Caz slides inside his ass. I watch, transfixed as he fucks my husband, and my hips grind against Theo’s side of their own accord. “You two are so freaking hot together. I fucking love it.” Theo grabs the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth to his as my fingers curl around his length. I stroke his hard length while Caz fucks his ass, and then I situate myself on top of Theo, and he holds my hips as I maneuver his dick into my pussy.
Heat rolls off Caz as he presses against my back, fucking Theo’s ass while I ride Theo’s cock. Sounds of skin slapping echo around the room along with mutual pants and groans.
Man, I love sex.
I would spend twenty-four-seven naked, on my back, fucking my guys over and over, if I could get away with it.
“Thank fuck for yoga,” I pant, as my leg and thigh muscles strain with the effort involved in fucking Theo like this.
“Let’s move,” Theo says, always thinking about my comfort.
I lie flat on my back while Theo hovers over me, slowly working his condom-covered dick inside me. Leaning down, he kisses me while jutting his butt up so Caz can glide into his puckered hole. We fuck with practiced ease, like lovers who have done this time and time again, while the two cousins get stoned in their chairs, watching us get our rocks off.
We spend the rest of the afternoon in the bedroom, only moving into the living area when hunger gets the better of all of us. After showering, we lie draped around one another on the couches, sipping drinks while we wait for our takeout to arrive.
Galen is flicking channels on the TV, trying to find something worth watching.
“Wait!” Theo exclaims, bolting upright. “Go back to that sports channel.”
“It’s the Chicago Bears,” Caz confirms, leaning his elbows on his knees.
“And there’s their star quarterback,” Saint adds.
I smile at the screen when Sean’s handsome face appears. We have followed his career over the years, and we try to catch most of his games on TV. Sariah would be so proud of him. While he and Emmett both played ball in college, Sean is the only one who went on to the NFL. He was a third-round draft pick for the Bears, and he’s lived in Chicago ever since. He got married last year to Lainey. She’s a widow with three small kids. Her first husband was in the military and he lost his life in Afghanistan when she was pregnant with their youngest child.
Sean didn’t date for years, throwing himself into his college studies and football, and I worried about him a lot, so I was thrilled when he met Lainey and even more thrilled a year later when he told me they were getting married.
She’s very different from Sariah, not that it’s a bad thing. She’s a few years older than us, and she runs her own psychiatrist practice. I have enormous respect for her. I can’t even imagine how hard it must have been to raise kids alone while studying and working. I’m not terribly close to her, but we get along fine when we do meet. Which isn’t often, but I make it a point to keep in contact with Sean by phone, and we speak a few times a year. He’s my last link to Sariah, and I never want to lose touch.
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