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“A little longer than forever,” I hummed. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Hudson rolled away from me, reaching over to the nightstand and fumbling around. When he rolled back towards me, I saw a silk tie in his grasp.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed, fastening the tie as a makeshift blindfold. “Good boy. Now, you just relax, okay?” I bit my lip and nodded. I shivered as four hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me. I needed my clothes off. I didn’t want anything between us.

“Please take my clothes off, Masters,” I urged.

“We’ve got you,” Hayes murmured, breath tickling my collarbone. “Stop thinking. Just let go and feel.”

Hudson purred, “Be a good little puppy andstay.” I whined, trembling with want as my shirt was slowly inched up my torso and chest, my arms were lifted, and the shirt was pulled off. Another set of hands massaged my hips before sliding my pants and underwear off. When I was finally naked besides from my socks, the hands began to roam again—journeying up and down my body.

The blindfold amplified the sensations, almost to the point where I thought I might come from the groping and petting alone. I mewled as someone’s fingernail scraped one of my nipples.

“You make such pretty sounds, pet,” Hayes said.

“P-please,” I whimpered, feeling my arousal drip into the crease between my thigh and groin.

“Shhh,” Hayes hushed. “We know what you need, don’t worry.” I wasn’t sure if it was his hand or Hudson’s, but someone began to stroke the outside of my holes, touching my dick every other pass.

Hudson said, “It’s time for my favorite.”

“Oh! Please, yes, yes,” I moaned, rocking my hips ever so slightly as Hudson’s tongue swirled around my dick, kissing it passionately.

“Good boy,” Hayes whispered, licking the shell of my ear, then sucking the lobe into his mouth. Moans fell freely from my mouth as the twins fulfilled their promise to worship me.

No inch of my body was left untouched as they brought me closer and closer to orgasm. At some point, Hudson had slipped a finger into my front hole, fucking me with it and his tongue.

I felt like I was going crazy. My mind was filled with nothing but the increasing need to come. As Hudson added another finger to his onslaught, my thighs shook and my chest hitched.

“More, p-please, Master. More fingers, please,” I whined, my voice high-pitched and needy. Hudson’s tongue pulled out of my hole, instead slithering up to lap at my dripping cock. He added a third finger just as he began to suck, causing a loud, long moan to pour out from my throat. “Yes, yes, yes—please,” I begged.

Hayes plucked my sensitive nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to us.” Hudson lightly grazed my little dick with his teeth, causing my hole to grip onto his fingers as the tightly-wound coil inside my low belly suddenly sprang loose.

“Fuck, yes! Yes! Coming,” I cried, bucking against Hudson’s face as I rode the waves of my orgasm. He continued to lick and nip at my cock, moaning the entire time, prolonging my orgasm for even longer.

“There’s a good fucking boy, Oliver. Such a perfect cockslut for your Masters. Ride his face, baby. Grind that fucking pussy,” Hayes growled.

As I came down from my high, the twins undid my blindfold and brought a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean up the little mess I’d made. I could hardly keep my eyes open anymore when they gently redressed me and held me between themselves under the heavy comforter.

“Go to sleep, pet,” Hudson said quietly. I hummed, already half-asleep.

“I love you,” they said simultaneously.

23

Oliver

A few weeks later, Hayes and Hudson accompanied me to Greyson and Lane’s apartment. They refused to just drop me off, citing the two times Greyson had “lost” Lane. Personally, I didn’t think either had anything to do with Greyson. The first incident had basically been my fault—arguing with Lane and unknowingly triggering him into running away from the home he’d never wanted to leave. The second incident—the one when Lane’s severely abusive cousin had kidnapped him from a zoo—wasn’t Greyson’s fault in the slightest. Maybe the fact that Greyson had accidentally killed the cousin’s friend, thinking it was the cousin, therefore allowing Lane to let his guard down?

I still couldn’t get behind blaming him for what happened. I also had him to thank for Lane being alive today. He wouldn’t have been found soon enough in order to save his life unless it was for the GPS tracker Greyson had apparently implanted in him without his knowledge.

At least once we made it inside their place, my men took up residence on the couch with their brother, giving Lane and me a chance to finally be alone. We went to his room and sat on his bed, the cat purring contentedly between us.

“Lane, I’m so sorry for what I said that day,” I began, my voice shaky. “I was stupid and scared for you. I didn’t mean any of it—the awful stuff about your cousin. The second the words came out, I wanted to take them back, but it was like I couldn’t stop. I just kept making it worse. I hurt you so badly, and I put you in danger by making you feel like running away was your only choice.”

Lane swallowed hard, his brow furrowed. “I understand why you said it. I haven’t really talked much about my BPD or what triggers me. And I never told you the full story about Tate. There was no way you could’ve known how much your words would affect me. How deep they would cut.” He paused, his voice softening. “We both could’ve handled it differently. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I… I know this will hurt to hear, but I need you to understand—change overwhelms me. Everything was happening at once, and I—I forgot you. You’re my best friend, and I didn’t step up. I didn’t ask Grey to get his brothers to let you go. I didn’t even try to see you. That must’ve been terrifying, and I’m so sorry. Do you think you’ll ever be able to forgive me?”

I keened softly, reaching for his hand. “Lane, I already have. I love you so much. You know that, right?”

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