Page 100 of The Saviors: Part One
“Are you still in love with her?” The silence from Axel is telling, and I already know the answer. I know it with Cole too.
“I’ve never stopped loving her.” That’s the first time he’s ever admitted it out loud. He wouldn’t even say her name. “That’s not going to change—”
“Yes, it will. It will change everything,” I interrupt.
We just have to figure out what this means.
* * *
Axel,Cole, and Nolan decided to leave last night to give us all time to process everything going on. I told them that if it was okay with her, they could come over later. I had plans to talk to Chelsea and Sean until I find them naked and making out in the kitchen. I lean against the doorframe and just watch for a minute, then I finally clear my throat.
“You guys do know there’s a bedroom upstairs, right?” I ask.
Sean jerks her mouth away. “I can’t help it,” he groans. “These fucking lips, man.” I totally understand where he’s coming from.
“Maybe we should take this upstairs?” I suggest.
Chelsea peeks around Sean’s arm. “Are you going to get naked too? Because if not, that’s just disappointing.”
Sean starts laughing. “Yeah, Godzilla. Whip that abnormally large cock out.”
“It’s not abnormally large,” I grouch. “It’s not my fault if you can’t handle it.”
Sean turns around slowly with a brow raised. “Who said I can’t handle it?” He just laid down a challenge, and just like any other time with us, I’m not backing down.
“Let’s find out.”
Chelsea’s eyes are huge, but she’s not arguing. Sean tosses Chelsea over his shoulder, causing her to laugh and squeal. “Sean! I can walk!”
He reaches up and pops her on the ass, making her moan. He stops dead in his tracks. “I’m definitely spanking your ass one of these days.” He makes it up two steps before she reaches down, massaging his ass cheeks. “Gorgeous, you’re going to make me drop you.”
“I’m just getting it ready,” she laughs.
He groans, making my cock jerk to attention, then jogs up the rest of the steps, making Chelsea laugh uncontrollably. We make it to the room, and he lays her on the bed and then turns to me. “You still sure? This happens,” he gestures between us, “it changes a lot.”
“I’m sure.” I jerk my shirt off and shove my shorts off with my boxers. My cock is painfully hard, pointing at him, begging him to touch me. I look at Chelsea. She’s lying on the bed on her stomach with her chin propped in her hands. “You’re okay with this?”
“Yep,” she says, popping the ‘P’. Fuck, she’s amazing.
“That’s settled then,” Sean says. “You going to kiss me before you ram that thing in my ass?”
My eyes jerk to his lips as his tongue runs across his bottom lip, then he bites down on that damn lip ring. I jerk him toward me by the nape of his neck, kissing him hard. With a groan, he deepens the kiss. Our tongues are dueling, fighting for control.
Kissing Sean is different. For one, there are only about three inches in height difference, and his lips are soft but not as soft as Chelsea’s. I can feel his hard chest rubbing against mine instead of the soft feeling of her breasts. None of that is turning me off. His cock rubbing against mine is almost more than I can take.
He pulls back, breathing hard. “Damn.” If I could talk, I’d agree. He walks over to the bedside table, digs around, and then tosses me a bottle of lube. “Turn around,” he tells Chelsea. He gets her turned over on her back. Her legs are spread wide, pussy right in his face. He looks over his shoulder. “Get me ready. It’s been a while.” He turns back around and buries his face in Chelsea’s pussy.
I walk up behind him and run my hand up his spine, causing him to shudder. He climbs on the bed, throws her legs over his arms, and leans on his forearms so his ass is pushed out for me. I grab the bottle of lube and squirt a generous amount onto my fingers. Smoothing one hand up his back, I use the other to slide my slick fingers between his ass cheeks. I rub in a circle, then slide one finger into the knuckle.
“Fuck,” Seans groans, pushing back onto my finger. He starts eating her pussy faster, making her grind against his face.
Adding a second finger, I start scissoring them apart. I do that until he’s groaning and stroking his own cock. I lean down over his back. “You think you can take me?” I whisper as I push a third finger in.
“Fuck, Kai,” he grunts, pushing his hips back onto my fingers.
“Doesn’t his voice sound yummy in your ear?” Chelsea asks between moans. He has his face buried so far into her pussy I’m surprised he can even breathe.
“Yes,” Sean moans. “You ready to fuck my ass, Kai?”
