by Rye Hart
And the moment we came together, Rowan picked me up and settled me into his lap.
“How’re you feeling, beautiful?” he asked.
“Wonderful,” I said breathlessly.
“Got room for one more?” he asked.
“Always,” I said, smiling.
Slowly, we moved together while the other brothers caught their breath. The air of the room was tainted with the smell of sweat and cum and it didn’t take long for Rowan’s frustration to bubble to the surface. He came with a fury while his fingertips dug into my skin and the beautiful look of twisted pleasure on his face forced me over the edge for my final orgasm that night.
A sloppy smile crossed my face as my back arched, bowing so deep I thought it would snap while Rowan kept me rooted to his hips. He filled his condom so much it began to leak out, so he pulled out of me quickly and sighed.
I collapsed back down into his thin, strong body, feeling his green eyes looking down at me lovingly while he pressed a kiss into the top of my head.
I remembered nothing else from that night as I passed out against his skin, surrounded by the naked bodies of my Lost Boys who had come to my rescue when I needed them most.
I was never going back.
Not after this.
CHAPTER SEVEN - HARPER
I tried to fight for a position next to Kyra while we all passed out in the living room, but Owen had edged me out. So, instead of trying to make myself comfortable on a pathetic chair, I simply went back to my room. I fell asleep with the smell of Kyra’s hair in my nose and I woke up before everyone else that next morning. I descended into the kitchen to dig out something to make for breakfast, making sure I had enough to feed everyone.
I spent most of my time in my room working. Life didn’t stop for a writer. I’d authored multiple books over the past few years that had garnered me a great deal of success and money but the reason why it worked was because I shut myself away. I allowed myself to get lost in these worlds I created and by the time I was done, I felt like I’d carved out my own best friends. I knew them like the back of my hands. Like the face in the mirror that stared back at me.
I wanted to get to know Kyra and her body that way.
Writing was something I enjoyed but it was also a way to give back to my brothers who had simply accepted me as I was. Dad struggled with how I was all the time because he was such an introvert himself. Our father struggled with anxiety about going out into society, which was why he’d settled us all on top of this mountain.
All my brothers were fairly outgoing, but I had my Dad’s gene of cooping myself up.
My brothers always defended me to Dad, even though they teased me about writing stories and shit. It was just what we did as brothers. I knew they were just playing and I was grateful for their aid whenever Dad tried to get me out into the city. I owed my career path to the fact that they continued to encourage me and, as I began frying up some bacon, I thought about the next book I was going to write.
Then, Kyra came padding into the kitchen.
I turned around and saw her beautiful legs poking out from a t-shirt she’d borrowed from someone. She was blinking the sleep from her eyes while she ran her hands through her tousled hair and I felt my chest tighten at her flushed skin. Never in my life had I seen her look as beautiful as she did right then and, as she moved to make a pot of coffee, I started to digest what had happened last night.
I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it. I’d finally gotten my wish. I’d made love to Kyra just like I’d imagined I would for so many years. But it was still a bit odd. It wasn’t the two of us alone, like I thought it would be. Instead, it was my brothers and me, passing her around like she was just some trophy to be taken.
I still wasn’t sure how I felt about that, even though I knew she enjoyed last night.
There was a component about it that was still sexy. Watching her come at the hands of another man was never something I thought I would enjoy. My cock throbbed just at the idea of it. The smell of coffee permeated the kitchen and I started cracking eggs into a pan.
“Kyra, could you do me a favor and hand me that loaf of bread to your right?” I asked.
She yawned and nodded, tossing me the bread. I chuckled at her tired state.
“How are you feeling?” I asked.
“Sore,” she said, grinning. “So very, very sore.”
“But you say that with a smile,” I said.
“The very best smile,” she said. “Need help with that bacon?”
“If you don’t mind.”
We danced around one another in the kitchen like clockwork while we both prepared the table for us all to eat at. I thought about how nice it would be to do this every morning. To wake up to her flushed skin and her tousled hair, her body cloaked in my clothes while we cooked breakfast and drank coffee together.
None of my brothers were up yet, so I took her hand and tugged her toward the eggs.
“Watch these for a second,” I said. “I gotta go get something.”
I dashed up to my room and grabbed the Christmas gift I’d been working on. I thudded back down the stairs while Kyra stirred the eggs and I had to take a second just to digest her beauty.
I could write an entire book centered around her beauty.
I put her present on the kitchen table before I went and settled my hands onto Kyra’s hips. She jumped and I pressed a kiss to her neck. She giggled lightly before I took the eggs from her. I motioned for her to go sit while I made her a plate, sitting it in front of her while she eyed the box curiously.
“This is for me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I said.
She picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite, moaning at its flavor before she shoved the rest of it into her mouth.
“Really good,” she said.
“I’m glad you like it.”
She wiped her hands on a napkin then picked up my box and I could feel my heart hammering into my chest. Suddenly, I was self-conscious about the present. What if she didn’t like it? What if she thought I was a weirdo? What if she threw it back at my face and laughed at me?
She gently unwrapped it, making sure to not rip the paper before she slid the wooden jewelry box from its confines.
She gasped, her fingertips running over the lyrics to a song we used to listen to every day together. It was the summer after she’d graduated from high school and we were both obsessed with it.
“Glitter in the air,” Kyra said breathlessly. “Where in the world did you get this?”
“I made it,” I said, shrugging.
I saw tears crest her eyes before she launched herself from her seat and wrapped her arms around me. I held her close to me, feeling her sniffle against the crook of my neck as she buried her face into my skin. I pulled back and lifted her chin toward me, her eyes meeting mine before I slowly dipped my lips down to hers.
But the moment I did, I felt her stiffen before she lightly pulled way.
“Thank you so much,” she said. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re welcome,” I said. “Anytime.”
She sat there and continued to eat, but she didn’t say another word. I walked over and poured myself a glass of juice, sitting across from her while I watched her. Something seemed off all of a sudden and, in an instant, I regretted last night. I fought the doubts that besieged my system, but a terrifying thought crawled across my mind.
Had we forced her into something she didn’t want to do last night? Was she upset over what happened?
Holy fuck, did she feel like we’d taken advantage of her?
We’d all followed her lead and I even stopped everything to make sure she was okay. She kept waving off drinks from Chance, openly saying she wanted to stay sober and keep a decent head on her shoulders. Hell, she even said outright she wanted us all to fuck her.
But even still, we’d all been a little drunk.
As I sat there and sipped my juice, I prayed she didn’t regret what we did last nig
ht. I prayed she didn’t feel taken advantage of and I hoped to the heavens this didn’t destroy our friendship.
But more than that, I hoped she didn’t regret the attention I showed her. I hoped she didn’t regret the way my lips met hers or the way my hands ran through her hair. I hoped she didn’t regret the connection I knew we had while she rode my hips, bringing us both to a bliss I’d only ever met in my dreams.
I hoped she didn’t regret me because I knew I could never regret her.
CHAPTER EIGHT - BLAKE
I entered the kitchen and nodded at Harper sitting at the table. Kyra was dropping her plate in the sink, looking more beautiful than I remembered from last night. I went up to her and snaked my arms around her, wanting to feel her warmth against my bare chest.
But the moment she felt my arms, she stiffened within them.
I immediately backed off to give her some space. I could only imagine what she was feeling, especially since we had all been taken by surprise. Kyra maneuvered away from the sink and over toward the kitchen door and, all the while, her shoulders were taut and pulled back.
“I should get on home,” she said. “Hopefully before my dad wakes up.”
“I’ll walk ya home,” I said.
“That would be nice, thank you.”
She slipped out of the kitchen, probably to go find her clothes, and I grabbed a slice of toast. I bit into it and walked over to Harper, glancing down at my brother who was obviously brooding. Harper was always brooding but if he’d tried to touch her this morning and she reacted the same way to him, then he was already in his head for the day.
That was just how he was.
“How is she?” I asked.
But all Harper did was shrug.
Kyra came back into the kitchen, wearing her rumpled clothes from last night’s party. She picked up a wooden box from the table, something I’d never seen before, and then she made her way to the back door.
I followed her outside and we quickly crossed the lawn, which brought back memories that made me smile.
Many times over the years, I’d made this same trek with her. She’d come over after a fight with her parents, or after some guy did something stupid, and she would crash with us. She’d sleep on the couch or in one of our rooms and we’d all huddle around her and listen to her talk until she fell asleep. Then she’d wake up in the small hours of the morning, I’d offer to escort her home and off we would go across the lawn.
Only this time, it felt different.
I could feel the tension between us as we crossed the snow-covered lawn, walking quickly to her porch as we settled in front of the door. I wanted to gauge her mood before I let her go. Figure out where she was so I could let the guys know.
The last thing any of us wanted to think was that we’d taken advantage of her last night.
“I’m happy you’re back,” I said, smiling. “It’s really nice havin’ you home.”
“It’s nice being home,” she said.
“Did you get the books I sent for your class?” I asked.
“Oh, I did. Thank you so much for your donation. I’m sorry I didn’t thank you sooner. It was just around the time that things were getting rough between Landon and me.”
“I understand,” I said. “No worries. You know I’m here for you if you want to talk or if you need anything.”
“I appreciate it. I’ve always felt close to you guys. Thank you for all you’ve done for me.”
She moved to open her door but I reached out for her arm, stopping her in her tracks before she could get inside. She panned her gaze over to me and I pulled her back, her body so close I could feel the heat of her bouncing onto my skin.
“I know what happened was out of the ordinary but I don’t regret one second of it, Kyra. I’ve thought about being with you more than once or twice and I could never take back what happened last night.”
She smiled at me for the first time that morning and it melted a part of me that was worried.
“I’ve thought about it, too, to be honest.”
I raised my hand and cupped her cheek, stroking my thumb over her flushed skin. She felt soft, like the powdered snow that had just started falling from the sky. The sun was beginning to peek over the trees, threatening to shine light on the fact that Kyra hadn’t been home last night.
I knew I didn’t have much more time with her.
“You’ve always been special to me. And to my brothers. We’ll always be here for you, Tink, always.”
I saw tears welling in her eyes and I bent down to kiss her cheek. I didn’t want to overwhelm her or make her uncomfortable, but I did want her to know that we’d never take it back. None of us would. I felt comfortable saying that for my brothers. I wanted her to know she was special to us before the encounter and she’d be special to us after.
Then I watched her enter her home as she shut the door behind her.
I made my way back across the lawn to find all the brothers at the table. They were devouring breakfast, not saying a word to each other as their eyes all panned up toward me. I could tell they were all waiting for what I had to say, to hear whatever conversation I must’ve had with Kyra.
Our Tinkerbell, who’d given us so much last night.
“She’s home,” I said, nodding. “A little shaken, I’d say.”
I could see the worry bubbling up in all their eyes, but no one else said a fucking word about what happened last night.
How were we supposed to move forward if no one would talk about it? How were we supposed to keep enjoying one another and having good times like always if we didn’t want to address what took place? Everyone wanted to avoid the topic entirely and if I couldn’t find a way to bring us all together, it would ruin our Christmas.
We might even lose Kyra in the process.
“Eventually, we’ll have to talk,” I said. “So, get used to it now.”
I grabbed another piece of toast and walked out of the kitchen, leaving everyone else to think as I headed to my room.
CHAPTER NINE - KYRA
Even though I thought I would beat my dad to the punch, he was actually in the kitchen when I walked in. His back was to me while he was cooking up eggs and sausage, but I could tell by the twitch in his shoulder that he’d heard me come in.
“At least Blake got you home,” he said huskily.
“I’m sorry, Dad. We stayed up drinking and I passed out on their couch.”
I saw him nod and the guilt in my stomach began to flutter. I’d never lied to my father before. Ever. I made it a point not to, especially after Mom died. He was a wreck and I was the only one here to take care of him, so I wanted to make sure I was as transparent as possible. The last thing he needed to do after grieving her death was try to figure out the mind of a teenage girl.
But here I stood, lying to him about the biggest thing that had ever happened in my life.
I knew if I told him what happened, it would break him. Not only that, it would break the relationship he had with the Trent Brothers. He trusted them like they were his own sons and if he ever found out what happened between us all last night, he’d kill every single one of them.
“Figured as much. You hungry? Or they feed your hangover?”
I could hear the grin in his voice as I shook my head.
“Harper already fed me,” I said.
“He’s always been the cook of the family,” he said.
“I’m gonna go get a shower, though,” I said. “I’m a sweater when I drink.”
“Gross,” he said. I stalked up to my room and peeled my clothes off my body. I stood in my bathroom and looked into the mirror, fingering the marks left behind all over my body. There were marks on my breasts and marks on my love handles. There were marks on the insides of my thighs and even marks on my back. While my skin tingled at the idea of what happened last night, I was still wary of the line I’d crossed with them. I didn’t expect things to happen so quickly and, as I turned on the hot water and let the steam surrou
nd me, I found my mind going a mile a minute.
What happened last night was unbelievable. As my muscles relaxed and the hot water poured over my sore body, a smile crossed my face. I’d always thought about screwing around with the Trent Brothers, but I’d never dreamed it would happen all at once. I hadn’t lied to them last night when I told them I couldn’t choose between the six of them. I hadn’t lied when I told them I wanted them all.
I just never thought in a million years they’d actually go for it.
I wanted them all, but the truth was, that wasn’t how it worked. I couldn’t just love six men and stick with them for the rest of my life. What was I, crazy? But the problem was, if I was with one, there was always something that reminded me of another. The way they melded into my life and intertwined into my memories would make it almost painful to be with only one, which meant if I couldn’t have all of them, I couldn’t be with any of them.
The thought brought tears to my eyes and I allowed them to rush down my face.
I didn’t want to ruin any relationship I had with any one of them because they were all unique and special. I had a bond with each of them and yet, none of them were more or less important to me. But last night harbored a line that had been crossed. A line none of us could come back from. What if it had gone a different way? What if I’d pissed one of them off? Caused a fight? It could’ve jeopardized my relationship with all of them.
I could’ve just as easily lost all of them last night with my antics.
I’d been a fucking idiot. A stupid, air-headed idiot. I got out of the shower and started brushing my hair, allowing my body to drip dry underneath my robe while I continued to chastise myself. No more. No more line-crossing with those boys. They were my boys… my Lost Boys… and if I lost them it would kill me inside.
