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The next orgasm begins to build as they use my body to reach their pleasure.
Luka and JD alternate their thrusts, hitting every pleasure spot I have.
“Come again for us, Emma. I want to feel you milk my cock while I fill you up,” Luka demands.
As if on cue, we all reach our climaxes, waves of pleasure crashing over us like a tsunami. Our cries of ecstasy fill the room, echoing off the walls and intertwining in a symphony of passion.
Finally, spent and breathless, we collapse onto each other, our limbs tangled together in a sweaty, satisfied heap. I’ve never felt more loved or cherished than I do in this moment, surrounded by the men who mean the world to me.
“Emma,” Luka whispers, brushing my hair out of my face. “You’re so incredible.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, my eyes welling with tears of happiness. “Thank you for everything.”
“Always, love,” JD replies, pressing a gentle kiss to my temple.
Chapter 39
The first light of morning filters through the blinds and dances across my face, pulling me from sleep. I slowly open my eyes, finding myself nestled between Luka and JD. The warmth of their bodies wrapped around me should comfort me, but as soon as I remember today is the day of my Spring Showcase, a knot forms in the pit of my stomach. My heart races, and I can already feel my palms getting clammy.
“Hey,” Luka whispers softly, his gray eyes meeting mine. “Go back to sleep.”
JD’s hand slides over my hip, pulling me closer to him. “Yeah, you need your rest for tonight,” he adds with a sleepy smile, his warm brown eyes still half-closed.
I try to take their advice, closing my eyes and snuggling deeper into the cocoon of their arms. But the thoughts of the showcase refuse to be silenced. What if I mess up? What if I forget the words? What if everyone hates it?
“Emma, relax,” Luka whispers, sensing my unease. “You’re going to be amazing.”
“Promise?” I ask, looking into his intense gray eyes.
“Promise,” he replies, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
But sleep refuses to come, no matter how hard I try. I shift restlessly, unable to lay still any longer. Luka sighs, clearly amused by my stubbornness, and rolls over to grab his phone from the nightstand.
“Fine, but let’s at least listen to some music while we lie here,” he says, scrolling through his playlist.
“Maybe something calming?” JD suggests, running his fingers through my brown hair as he snuggles closer.
“Sure thing,” Luka agrees, selecting a soft, soothing melody that fills the room. It does help, but only just enough for my racing thoughts to slow down a little. I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of them—JD’s clean, fresh soap and Luka’s musky cologne.
“Let your mind focus on the music,” Luka whispers in my ear, his breath warm against my skin.
“Okay,” I whisper back, trying my best to let the melody carry me away from my nerves. And for a moment, it almost works. I can feel their love and support, and it wraps around me like a blanket, offering a temporary reprieve from my fear.
A few minutes later, the bedroom door swings open and Alec strides in, a tray of steaming coffee and a plate of pancakes in his hands. His short dark hair is tousled from sleep, and his piercing blue eyes gleam with mischief.
“Good morning, sleepyheads!” he announces, setting the tray down on the nightstand before launching himself onto the bed. My laughter bubbles out of me as Alec wiggles between Luka and me, nudging us apart so he can wedge himself right into the middle.
“Couldn’t let you guys have all the fun,” he teases, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him. The warmth of his body feels comforting against my side, making it even harder for my nerves to take over.
“Hey!” I protest, laughing as Alec captures my lips in a playful kiss, his lips soft and warm against mine. I can taste the faint remnants of toothpaste, and it only adds to the sweetness of the moment.
“Breakfast in bed,” JD says, passing me the plate piled high with fluffy pancakes. They smell heavenly, like a mix of vanilla and maple syrup.
“Thanks, guys,” I murmur, my heart swelling with gratitude for their thoughtfulness. “This is really sweet.”
“Consider it your good luck breakfast,” Alec tells me, grinning. “So, are you ready for the recital today?”
I hesitate for a moment, then nod. “Yeah, I am. But I’m also really nervous.”
