“But—”
“I would’ve gone to the doctor sooner or later,” I point out. “I would have contacted my mum sooner or later. Yes, it would’ve been easier with you guys here to support me, but honestly, I’d probably still have had some kind of emotional breakdown. How could I not?” I shake my head. “This was about me, not you.”
“Still—”
I snuggle into him. “Please stop apologising. It means a lot that you chose me over your interview. I’m just sorry that I put you in that position.”
“You know,” Sebastian says from the kitchen, “Hamish wasn’t the only person who gave us an offer. He was the biggest by far, but there are others we can look into.”
I look up at Jack. “Really? You didn’t tell me that!”
Jack nods and fiddles with his watch. “I don’t know,” he says slowly. “I’m thinking, maybe staying indie is better. Cy’s right,” he nods to Cyrus. “I want to be able to prioritise you and Cami, now. I can do that best if I work for myself.”
“You could find a few really good freelancers,” Cy suggests. “Invest the money the app is making into building your own team.” He pushes back my hair and squeezes the juncture between my neck and shoulder. “Christ,” he mutters, frowning. “You’re so stiff, Bethie.”
“Hm?” I shudder as he starts massaging me. It feels incredible; I can practically feel my tense muscles warming and softening like butter. “Stress, I guess.”
He tuts. “We can’t have that.”
Jack picks up my hand and rubs his thumb into the centre of my palm. My mouth falls open. “Seb, take her feet.”
“I—” I start to protest, but Seb sits down and swings my legs into his lap. His strong hands find my feet, drawing firm circles into the aching arches, and I practically melt.
“Oh.”
The three men all laugh, continuing to work up and down my body. Soon, I’m just a Beth-shaped blob of jelly, lying floppy and boneless between them.
It doesn’t take long for their hands to wander. First, Cyrus starts working on my thighs, squeezing my legs deliciously. Then Jack’s big palms slide to my front, kneading my breasts through my t-shirt. I bite my lip and squirm as heat starts to pool in my core. I assumed that after the last ten days, my libido would be out of order until further notice, but apparently that isn’t the case.
Cyrus notices, shooting me an amused look, and starts sliding his hands higher and higher, until the heel of his hand is pressing right between my legs, brushing my apex. I gasp. My hand flies out and catches his wrist. All three men look at me, and I feel my cheeks pinkening.
“Guess what medication my doctor put me on?” I ask, my voice hoarse. They all shrug. I bite my lip. “The pill. So I guess we don’t need to use protection anymore, right?”
Jack’s lips part. Cy takes a deep breath. I reach across and fiddle with the drawstring on his sweatpants. “He did my bloodwork, too,” I say quietly. “Are you guys clean?”
They all nod.
Jack raises an eyebrow at Cyrus. “What, even you?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Jack shrugs. “It’s just, I know you must meet a lot of girls at the club—”
“For the last time! I! Don’t! Put! My! Dick! In! My! Clients!”
I laugh, kissing the curve of his throat. “I know, baby. He’s just teasing.”
Cyrus lays his head on my shoulder, looking up at me through his impossibly long lashes. My heartbeat raises as his breath touches my lips. “Well. Just one,” he amends. He trails a dark hand up my arm, raising a line of prickling goosebumps. “You want that, sweetheart? You want us inside you? All three of us?”
A shiver clutches me, and his mouth softens into a small smile. “I want there to be nothing in between us,” I whisper. “I want you to take… all of me.”
“All of you?” Jack rasps. “You mean...?”
I nod slowly. “Whenever I looked up foursomes online, they always involved anal. I want to try that. I want all of you inside me.”
There’s a brief silence, then Jack nods. “We can do that,” he says, his voice higher than usual.
Cyrus leans forward and presses his lips to mine gently. “It would be our honour to fuck you in the ass,” he declares, sliding my legs off his knees and standing.