I kissed him, tangling our tongues together, and then I reached for his hand and put it between my thighs. “Make me come,” I said imperiously, and he groaned loudly. He thumbed at my clit, using the rhythm of my hips as a guide. The faster I rode, the more pressure he gave me. when I backed off, so did he. Sparks danced behind my eyes, and my body went rigid with pleasure. “Oh!” I came, hard, and Thomas swore as I clamped down around him. From his groan of tortured pleasure and the sudden wet heat between my thighs, I could tell that he came, and then moments later, I felt Zach come against my skin.
My men held me, not pinning me but tight enough that I knew they were there. I glanced to where Jake was sitting on my recliner. His eyes were fastened to us. To me. “Let me up,” I said to Zach, who reluctantly shifted so that he was on the couch beside Thomas. I shifted off Thomas’s lap and went to Jake. I dropped to my knees and reached for his belt, but he caught my hands. “You don’t have to do that,” he told me.
“I know,” I said, “but what if I want to?”
He touched my cheek. “Will you think about moving in with me?”
I blinked. “Do youreallywant to fight about that now, when I want to put my mouth on you?”
“I don’t want to fight,” Jake said, “but I do want you to consider it. It would make me feel so much better if—”
“Dude, stop talking yourself out of a blowjob,” Thomas snarked at him from the couch. “We can discuss it later. Jesus, you’d think you didn’t like sex or something.”
Jake looked at me. “If you want—”
“Doyouwant me to touch you?” I asked. “Because I’m not into touching someone when they don’t want it.”
He smiled. “Baby, I will always want you to touch me.” Without dropping eye contact, I reached for the zip on his pants, and this time, he didn’t stop me. I pulled him out and sank my mouth down over him, swallowing as much of his length as I could manage. “Your mouth feels like Heaven,” he said.
I wrenched every sound, every gasp that I could from him, moaning when his fingers slid into my hair. He didn’t press me down or try to put more of himself into my mouth, but I let his hand be my guide to what felt the best to him. His fingers curled and tightened when I paid attention to the head of his cock, and he let out little whines when I ran my tongue over the slit. “Alex—” It was a warning, but I doubled down, bobbing my head and swallowing him down. He twitched in my mouth and came. I did my best to swallow what he gave me.
“I willthinkabout living with you,” I said, my voice ragged. His eyes, still hazy with arousal, met mine, and his lips curved into a smile. “Don’t get too excited,” I warned. “I could always tell you no.”
But looking at my men, the loves of my life, sprawled across my living room in various states of satisfaction, I knew it was only a matter of time before I said yes.
25
ZACH
“What if he loses his license?” Alex asked, and I had to ease her bottom lip out from between her teeth with the pad of my thumb. We were standing in my kitchen, preparing dinner and waiting to hear from Jake. I didn’t want to tell Alex that his hearing with the Bar Association shouldn’t have taken this long. None that I’d seen had lasted more than an hour and a half. It had been more than three at this point, and I was getting nervous. But I couldn’t let her know that.
“He won’t,” I assured her, even if it was an absolute lie, “and even if he did, it would be okay.”
Alex didn’t look particularly convinced. “He loves being a lawyer,” she said, and I couldn’t exactly argue that point. Jakedidlove being a lawyer. He got the same courtroom high that we all did during a trial. He loved winning. “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t told that bitch Naomi anything, it would have been fine.”
Thomas, who had been chopping vegetables, put the knife down and came around the counter so that he could wrap her in his arms. She clung to him, digging her fingers into his shoulders. “This is not your fault,” he said. “You thought Naomi was your friend, and you trusted her when you were scared out of your mind about the baby. You have the right to have friends that you confide in.”
I heard Alex sniffle, and I plastered myself against her back so that she was wedged between us. I peppered her shoulders and neck with kisses. “You’re allowed to have friends,” I reiterated. “You’re allowed to tell people about your life. We never want you to feel ashamed or like you have to hide for us.”
She let out a bitter laugh and buried her face even more into Thomas’s neck. “Don’t we have to hide? Look at what happened! We nearly outed Ryan and his family, and we might have tanked his career, and Jake might lose his license, and...” She was sobbing now. I met Thomas’s eyes over her shoulder, and we gave up trying to talk her out of her guilt. Instead, we held onto her, rocking her gently as she cried.
When she calmed down a little, Thomas gently broke away. “Let me finish dinner, okay? We’ll sit and relax while we wait to hear from Jake.”
Thomas went back to chopping vegetables for a ratatouille. I would have been just as happy to get takeout, but he insisted that it was great comfort food. I’m not entirely sure what’s comforting about vegetables, but I wasn’t going to argue, especially when Alex had looked excited for the first time all day.
“What do you want to do for the holidays?” I asked, trying to distract her. “Should we invite everyone over again?”
Tears trickled down her cheeks, but Alex gave me a wobbly smile. “I would like that.” She got a faraway look on her face. “You know, I’ve always wanted to go somewhere cold for Christmas. It’s chilly here, I know, but I’ve never even been to the mountains.”
I grinned. God, she was cute. “Youwantto be cold?”
Alex rolled her eyes at me. “Not cold,” she said, “but I want to do the fun winter things that happen in the cold. Hot chocolate and ice skating and stuff.”
She didn’t talk about her family much, but I had always gotten the impression that it wasn’t the warmest place growing up. I looked at Thomas, and he nodded in return. Whatever it took, we were going to bring her somewhere for a true Christmas. Somewhere we could show her just how much we loved her. “Anything in particular you want for Christmas?” I asked.
Alex shook her head. She reached out and touched my cheek, brushing against my lip with her thumb. “You guys already spoil me,” she said. “Let’s pass on gifts this year, okay? Just... be with me, and that would be enough.”
It wasn’t enough by half, but I wasn’t going to tell her that. By the look on Thomas’s face as he started greasing a casserole pan, he agreed with me. “Not even a little something?” I coaxed.