Page 6 of Seven is Swell

She immediately turns Cory’s face to her so they can kiss, and I think all of us are holding our breath, listening for the sound of the wet smacking that happens every time they part a few millimeters. Cory is adorable and seems completely unsure where to put their hands, so Delaney takes charge, pushing them down until they’re on their back and she’s hovering over them, all without breaking the kiss.

“She’s such a fucking pro,” August whines.

Fuck. I was supposed to be bossing them around. “Straddle their legs, Delaney. I want to see that ass up in the air.”

Does she listen? Nope. She flips me off and pulls the shirt I discard over her head before it hits the bed. I imagine it’s still warm from my body and I’m suddenly jealous of the fabric. Then she pulls the collar up and sniffs it, inhaling deeply. “This feels like a covered titty occasion after all,” she says, and I think she’s doing it to help Cory feel more comfortable. I know she wasn’t lying about her comfort being naked, and I know she’d prefer that, but I also can see that Cory is trying their best not to get too overwhelmed and having a completely naked Delaney all up in them seems to be sending them into a panic-induced spiral.

The t-shirt does jack shit to cover her ass because she’s so damn tall, but it’s sexy as hell to see her ass peeking out underneath it.

I can’t say I’ve never seen her naked before because we’ve hung out a lot, but I doubt she knows I’ve seen her naked.

Fucking art form.

Once Cory is on top, I get on the bed and kick off my pants, not even caring if we take it further, just wanting to be close to my people and hold them without all the clothing barriers in the way.

I push them to their sides and plank above their bodies, my necklace dangling and kind of getting in the way, but I can’t take it off.

“What is that?” Delaney breaks her kiss with Cory when my necklace hits her arm and she reaches up to inspect it, gasping when it clicks for her. “You kept the friendship necklace I gave you when we were eight? I don’t think I even had boobs when I bought that. I’m actually impressed it’s still intact.”

“I might have gotten it enchanted to stay strong,” I admit.

“But…do you always wear it?”

Moment of truth. “Remember that denial I was talking about? I haven’t taken it off since you gave it to me. I just bought a longer chain so I could hide it. I like having it next to me, especially when I moved to campus and you couldn’t be here.”

“Come here.”

I lean forward, studying her facial expression and desperate to know the thoughts that are weighing on her mind.

Just when I think she’s going to be romantic and tame and do something that will ensure I know she’s feeling as sappy as I am, she leans a bit closer and flicks me in the middle of my forehead. “You’re so damn stupid! Are you kidding me right now?”

Fuck. She’s climbing out of bed, and I hate it.

“How many fucking signs do you need before you understand how fucking obsessed with me you are?”

I rub my face, a smile threatening to escape. “I knew I was obsessed with you; I just didn’t want to believe it was in a way that meant I wanted to play with your titties.”

She fakes a gag. “Gross. Why the fuck did you say it like that? I’m putting pants on. Cory, let’s figure out dinner. I think we have something we can put together. No other dicks allowed out there. I need peace.”

I look down at Cory, all splayed out and ready to go, completely sexually frustrated, then at my own body that’s ready to go as well and hate the way this is playing out. I can’t even say she’s wrong though, because she’s not. At all. “I’ll get you off later,” I whisper to Cory before they follow Delaney out to the kitchen.

“You’re a dumbass,” August casually says to me as Jackson stands and stretches, seeming to regretfully leave his brother’s lap.

“You guys are fucking weird.”

“We don’t kink shame in this household!” Delaney yells from the closet.

I look at the bed longingly as I stumble out of it, resigned to walking around half naked since she stole my shirt. When she comes out of the closet, she’s got it tied above her belly button, and I realize for the first time that there’s a tattoo on her hip I had no knowledge of.

“What the fuck is that ugly thing?”

“Dude,” Cory reprimands. “You’re really bad at this ‘being Delaney’s boyfriend’ thing.”

I feel a happy grin on my face. “Is that what I am?” I wrap my arms around Delaney’s bare waist and bury my face in her hair. “Am I your boyfriend?”

“Don’t make me gag again. You’re being mean.”

The twins look too happy though. “Come here, babe. We've got to show them what it looks like when all our cute matching tattoos are in order.”

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