Page 77 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“Neve?” Xavier rolled me to the side, cradling me. Chest to naked chest.

“Yes?” I didn’t care about the question, my answer would only be one word. Moaned, sighed and sung.

“Are you sure?”

My heart leapt, wanting and needing these three men.

“Xavier, I love you. If you don’t know that by now then nothing I ever say or do is ever gonna prove it to you. I love you, but right now I need to be with all of you. So, yes, I’m bloody sure.”

Xavier was the first to enter me, the man who made me his while the others waited their turn. Xavier’s kisses readied me to the point of no return until I remembered to play fair.

“Dev? Are you ready?”

Devon took me from behind, while I stroked Chase and moved my lips to his. His patience would be rewarded. His love would be returned. These were my men, and I refused to let them go unsatisfied or unloved.

Except Xavier was the first to withdraw, finished first and ready for his dessert. But before he could push Devon out of the way, my cock on demand did exactly that. Demanding my attention with thrust after powerful thrust. I almost saw stars, but it was the love in Xavier’s eyes that held me sane.

He loved me.

He loved watching me be fucked by his friends.

He loved me.

“Thought you were gonna lie back and take it like a girl!” Xavier joked, parting my legs and getting Chase to hold me firm. “Relax for me, baby. Lie back and think of the men who love you.”

I did.

I thought about the first night with Xavier, as his fingers opened the way. I thought about Devon and how he’d made losing at pool so much fun while Xavier added his tongue. And I thought of Chase, sweet Chase while I needed to grab onto something. Needing to suck the life out of him while Xavier sucked and teased and played with my clit.

“Come for me,” Xavier demanded.

“Not yet,” I moaned, needing a couple of more minutes for Chase. Pumping his hips until he fucked my mouth in time with Xavier’s fingers and tongue.

“Sydney!” Xavier took one last breath before diving in for the kill.

“Neve, oh, Neve,” Chase was almost there.

“My dirty, fucking blonde.” Devon was already lying back, the sleek cat that had swallowed the cream.

“Yes!” I cried as Chase and I almost broke windows with our cries.

Devon and Chase only left the bedroom to grab boxers. Apparently, the risk of rubbing uglies with other guys was enough to make them sprint up the corridor before returning. Xavier had found his football shorts under my pillow. Perhaps, I’d borrowed them. Needing to have something of his to hold onto until I got the real thing again.

I still wore Xavier’s chain, now joined by his The Flying Monkeys muscle shirt. The large armholes forbidding any modesty, but if one of my boys found a nipple and wanted to munch on a midnight snack, I wasn’t gonna complain.

Spread out across the bed, me in the middle of my three men, we’d all tossed and wriggled until they all had part of me. Ready to fall asleep, until the soft knock at the door.

Trent.

Xavier stroked the length of my back, giving permission as I sat up and crawled over Chase to get to the end of the bed.

My arms open.

“Neve? Sydney?”

“Whatever you want to call me.”

“Okay, I just—” His cry was the most humbling. “I just don’t want to get hurt again.”

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