He realized what I was doing and clamped his arm tighter around me. “This isn’t right.”
I turned my head as much as I could. There was concern on his face. “Do you know what I think whenever I see you, Knox?”
“How many cans of spinach has he eaten?” Tonio joked, but I frowned at him, and he held up his hands in surrender.
A bit irritated with Tonio, I started again. “Every single time I see you, I think: this man has my back. He’d do anything to protect me, and he’d never hurt me.”
Knox was silent for a moment, but his arm loosened around my waist. “That’s what I’m doing—trying to make sure you don’t get hurt.”
I reached backward, patting his hip at a slightly awkward angle. “Having my back means you don’t let anything bad happen—but it also means you don’t prevent the good things from happening. If you knew there was something I really wanted, wouldn’t you do whatever you could to give it to me?”
Knox didn’t answer, but it didn’t matter. I knew what the answer to that question was.
“You’ll always have my back and right now you’re literally at my back—which is right where I want you to be. Except I want you to be a little lower and to slide into me. I want to feel that connection with you. I want to feel that close to you. If you really have my back, then you’ll respect that I know what I want.”
I held my breath, hoping he could see how important this was to me. Just when I thought he wasn’t going to respond, he sighed and planted a small kiss on my neck. Then he shifted his big body behind me, and I felt the tip of his cock press against the backs of my thighs. Austin tossed a condom to him and a second later, I heard the rustle of the wrapper.
This position was another new one for me, but I leaned back against his broad chest and swung my leg up and back, hooking it over his. His big hand stroked my breasts for a few seconds as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down my slit. I ground myself back against him, wanting more—and he gave it to me.
He pushed inside me, filling me more than anyone had ever before. My back arched and I gasped. Knox froze, likely afraid that he’d hurt me, but it wasn’t painful, it was just an extreme feeling of fullness. It was a sensation I was pretty sure I could get used to.
I moved my hips, sliding up and down on his cock, and a moment later he took up the rhythm. When I got a little more acclimated to the sensation of being stretched, I looked up at Austin. With a grin, I cocked my finger and beckoned him over.
He wasted no time and was soon kneeling by my head. I grasped his hard cock and rubbed my fingers up and down it. My thumb skimmed easily over the top, spreading a drop of precum. I gave a little tug and he scooted closer, allowing me to take him into my mouth.
I closed my eyes as I sucked his hard cock. Just a short while ago, I hadn’t liked doing this act. Now I loved the way it made me feel connected to him. All my guys had been inside me tonight. It was crazy, but that felt right. Like it was meant to be.
Tonio moved around the side of the bed, standing behind Knox. He grasped the leg that I’d slung over Knox’s and that eased some of the strain on my back. And Denver licked his finger and then pressed it against my clit.
As the pleasure built inside me, my mind grew blissfully blank. Only one real thought remained—this was how it was supposed to be. This was right for all of us—and it was definitely right for me.
The next morning, I was a little apprehensive. Would last night change the way things were between us? I took my time getting ready, taking an extra-long shower to soothe some minor muscle aches. The memory of how I’d gotten those aches made me smile.
The others were down in the kitchen when I got there, and as soon as I stepped into the room, I knew it was going to be okay. I got hugs from everyone except Tonio, who was frying bacon at the stove. I stepped up behind him, raised myself up on my tiptoes and kissed the back of his neck.
We were all famished, which wasn’t surprising given what we’d done last night. As we ate, the jokes flew around the room. There was a lot of laughter—and a lot of innuendo.
Except for from Austin. He followed the conversation, but he didn’t participate much. The hunch of his shoulders made me realize that he’d reverted to the sour mood he’d had after the club closed last night. I wished I knew what it was about—and I wished I could make him feel better.