Page 109 of Stuck with my Brother's Firefighter Besties

“Are you okay?” His voice sounded a bit like a growl.

“God, yes,” I breathed out, wriggling, wanting more.

“Don’t leave us hanging, guys?” Colt managed to say, his tone strained.

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Jaxon said, slotting himself between my legs. And then he was inside of me as well, tearing a scream from my throat.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” I chanted over and over as they started to move in cadence with one another.

“Don’t forget me,” Ryan said, scrambling over and tapping my lips with the head of his dick. I opened my mouth and started sucking on him, gasping and keening in a muffled way as the other two had their way with me.

“Come for us, baby,” Jaxon said to me, his tone breathless.

And I did, with shocking force, seeing stars. My loud cry of pleasure was stifled slightly by Ryan’s cock, and I felt a rush of my own release soak my thighs and spill over Jaxon.

Colt immediately followed me over the edge with a shout, and Jaxon pumped into me two more times before spilling himself as he whispered my name.

“Hold still for a moment, babe,” Ryan told me, pressing forward between my lips a few more times before coming down my throat.

“I didn’t know that… anything could be like that,” I managed to say, leaning back against Colt and panting.

“Hell, neither did any of us,” he replied with a chuckle.

“I love you,” Jaxon said, pressing a kiss to my brow before slipping out of me.

“So do I,” Colt told me, squeezing me close.

“And me, too,” Ryan said, kissing my cheek.

They rolled me onto my side, and Colt went to get some towels for all of us. I basked in the aftermath of the most intensely pleasurable thing I had ever experienced.

I didn’t care anymore what anyone else thought.

There was nothing that could convince me I didn’t want this in my life.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

Ryan

Lila was sittingin the passenger seat of my Jeep, blindfolded and clutching Biscuit in her lap.

Colt was in the back, whispering to the dog and probably slipping him treats. Jaxon was in his truck, following behind us with the rest of the supplies.

She had no idea where we were going, and her nervous excitement was palpable. She kept fidgeting with the hem of her sweater, a habit I’d noticed when she was trying to play it cool but couldn’t quite contain her curiosity.

“You’re sure I’m not going to hate this?” she asked, her voice carrying that edge of playful suspicion that made my chest tighten in the best way.

“You’re not going to hate it,” I said, my tone firm. “Just trust us.”

“I do trust you,” she said softly, and something about the way she said it—quiet but certain—made me glance over at her, even though she couldn’t see me.

That trust wasn’t something any of us took lightly.

Not after everything she’d been through.

Rick had stolen so much from her… her money, her home, her confidence in herself.

But he hadn’t stolen her heart.

---