CHAPTER TWELVE
Katy
I bounced happily down the pavement. Because tonight was going to be a surprise. Mason, Trent and Nick had ordered me to take a night off, and yet I was heading back to Manhattan to be in their arms. Ethel and Bernard were already fading from memory, the taste of meatloaf dissipating as I looked up at tall Manhattan skyscrapers.
Walking quickly towards the hotel, I shoved my hands into the pockets of my thin coat. Leaving my parents was usually tearful and a drawn-out affair, but not when the band was involved.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted my reverie.
“Hey, Katy!” Vaguely, I heard the voice from behind but didn't pay it any attention. Instead, I walked faster toward the hotel where my lovers waited.
“Katy! Wait up. I want to talk to you!”
Who? What?
Sighing, I turned around, eyes narrowed, trying to see who was calling my name so loudly in the street. A guy stumbled toward me through the crowd. Something about him was familiar. His walk maybe.
“Damn, girl. I've been calling you for the last couple of blocks,” the man called again.
I crossed my arms and backed away from the stranger.
Who was this guy?
No way was I going to talk to some random stranger just because he wanted attention. But he came closer, gesturing wildly at me and my mouth dropped open.
Darren?
I was just talking about him to my parents and suddenly, he just showed up out of blue? Life was fill of crazy coincidences.
“Hey,” I called back to him. “I’m in kind of a rush, so if we could make this quick,” my voice hesitated.
He huffed over, waddling like a duck.
“Thanks for giving me some of your time,” was his smarmy comment, openly sarcastic. The guy was seriously out of shape.
What the hell?
The years since high school hadn't done Darren any favors. His face was still pimply and pale, and he walked awkwardly as hell, uncoordinated and jerky like he was about to fall over any second. The posture was nothing like that of my three alphas who stalked the earth like they owned it. Their slim hips rolled with the promise of sex, penetrating blue gazes irresistible to women.
Compared to them, Darren looked worn down by life. His greasy hair hung down in his face, long and in need of a trim. That flabby body looked even more doughy than before—nothing like my rock hard men.
“What's up?” I didn't want to deal with him but didn't want to be rude either.
“I figured we could get a drink. Your dad told my mom that you were in town. I can’t believe I just happened to run into you. Must be fate or something,” the oily man sneered.
Dammit, Dad. Why the hell would you do this to be?
My jaw clenched in frustration and I just stopped myself from rolling my eyes. Bernard was a good guy and really sweet. Still, he sometimes forgot that I was a grown-up and could guide my own life.
“I'm not really thirsty,” I murmured with a fake smile, backing away slowly. Darren smelled a tiny bit. “I just came from my folks' place after traveling pretty much all day, and you know how that is. I'm so tired I could just fall into bed and not leave it for a week.”
Darren looked me up and down like he was trying to see into my brain, peering left and right as his head cocked.
“Yeah, I know you were home,” Darren said. “Your dad told my mom, like I said. But it’s more than that. Bernard gave me a call and asked if I could meet up with you if I was in the neighborhood.”
If he was in the neighborhood? This smelled like a set-up. A really bad one because Dad should’ve asked Mom before he decided to butt into my business. The last thing I wanted was a blast from the past of the bad kind.
Being near at Darren with his bad skin and greasy hair just reminded me how things used to be. But that was behind me now. My present and future were all about Alpha Prime. I had no intention going backwards towards Darren. Even if it was only for a drink.
“Come on, Katy,” the greaseball wheedled. “What would it hurt? It’s just one drink.”
He looked at me with a pleading smile. The same begging smile that had gotten him close—though not close enough—to plucking my virginity in high school.
“We’re both underage,” I noted suspiciously. “How would we get into a bar?” Of course, I drank with Alpha Prime sometimes, but nothing more than a light wine spritzer. And it was different if you were being supervised by three men in their thirties, gorgeous and strong.
But Darren was nothing like Trent, Nick and Mason, and I didn’t trust him to look out for me at all. The guy had basically been trying to snare me since the Ice Ages as the only girl who gave him more than a single glance. And back then, my self-esteem had been poor, which was the only reason why we were sort-of a couple. As shitty as he and his octopus hands made me feel sometimes, I’d been dumb enough back then to want approval. Even if it was approval from Darren, it was good enough.
Now, Darren was history because no smile, no matter how pathetic, was gonna get me to hang out with him when the band was only a few steps and an elevator ride away.
“My brother bartends at this place not too far from here. No ID required if you’re with me,” he said with a wink. “I’m your free pass to Whiskeytown.”
“No thanks,” I smiled politely. “I'm good. Sorry you came all this way for nothing.”
Darren’s face drooped and he looked even more like a sad puppy. “Come on, Katy,” he wheedled. “I'm a new editor at a publishing house now. We can talk about the book you've been writing if you want. Doesn’t that sound awesome? It’s hard to find that kind of hook-up you know,” he said self-importantly.
Not in the mood for this, I smiled politely and started to tell him “no” again.
But Darren kept going. “Anyway, what about one for old time's sake? You’re just going to blow off your old boyfriend you were with for so long?”
Crap. For so long. Yeah, way too long.
Guilt stabbed me right in the belly. I should've broken it off with him long before senior year. Darren probably would've gotten with some other girl in high school then, instead of getting nothing from me. The guilt twisted in my soul again and I looked over my shoulder towards the hotel.
Dammit.
I sighed. “Okay. Sure. Just one drink though.”
He looked like he’d just won the lottery. “Great. It’s just in that hotel right there. That's where you're staying, right?”
How did he know that?
I frowned and hid a shiver of nervousness.
What did my dad just set me up for?
Tugging at the sleeve of my coat, I cursed internally and wished I hadn't opened up my big mouth.
“Well, the band is staying there. You know, the one I work for.”
“Cool, come on,” Darren prattled like he hadn’t heard. “I hear they have some pretty rad cocktails. My bro has always been good at making drinks.” He giggled and waggled greasy brows at me. “Get it?”
Uck, this was going to be bad, but there was no choice but to follow behind his roly-poly form now. At the nearly empty hotel bar, Darren nudged me away from the bar itself and toward one of the high tables by the window. It had two backless stools and overlooked the quiet urban gardens of the hotel.
A waiter in a tuxedo came around to take our order.
“Darren,” he noted, giving him a nod. The man’s French accent rolled across his tongue. “I see you’re back again.”
My ex nodded and laughed. “Not like I can drink anywhere else.”
The waiter looked annoyed. “And you brought a lady friend this time. I imagine she isn’t twenty-one, either?”
Darren winked. “Let’s just say she is.”
The waiter sighed. “This isn’t good for business. Aaron is going to get fired if you keep showing up here like this.”
Darren ignored him. “Just take the girl’s order,” he snarled nastily.
But I felt guilty, so I smiled. “A Coke with a splash of rum for me, please.”
“That's it? Damn, you haven't changed that much from high school, huh? Still such a lightweight.” Darren eyed me like some specimen he found hiding under a rock, then turned to the waiter. “Gimme a triple bourbon. Pronto.”
Then he sniffled and shoved greasy hair away from his face with both hands. Frankly, my ex looked puffy and extra sweaty, like he'd run all the way down the block or something. The sweat on his round face only made it more obvious how dirty and limp his hair was.
I frowned, but didn't say anything about it.
After the waiter walked off to put in our order, I turned towards him, eyes determined to get this over and done with. Unfortunately, my hair fell out of the messy up-do I’d put it in while on the train with a big flop.
“Crap.”
With a sigh of annoyance, I shoved the broken hairclip in my purse and combed my fingers through the long, loose curls. The table shook a little while Darren leaned heavily on it and stared at me.
I ignored the man. He was just being weird for no reason.
A flick of my fingers settled my hair down my back in a long, silken fall. It had grown a lot in the time I’d been with Mason, Trent, and Nick, hanging almost down to the middle of my back. High school Katy never would wear it loose like this. Alpha Prime loved the long ringlets though. In the middle of making love, one or all of them would pull on it, tugging gently or playing with the locks all the while giving me a scalp massage.
I squirmed again on top of the chair, but for a whole different reason this time. Oh god, the men had me entranced even just thinking of being with them.
But right, I was here for business.
“So Darren.” I tucked a curl behind my ear. “What do you want to talk about?”
The waiter came back with our drinks just then. Once he left, I took a sip of my rum and Coke and waited to see what Darren had to say.
“You look real nice, Katy. Even better than in high school.” He tried the smile on me again.
What the hell?
“Um...thanks? It hasn’t been that long.”
Didn't he want to talk about publishing or something?
“There's something new about you, though,” he mused, leaning closer and looking about ready to tumble off the stool and over into my lap. “Your hair looks all shiny and stuff, like a wild animal in the sun.”
A wild animal in the sun? What was going on? The old Darren was never this lyrical or flattering. He was more of the grunt and nod type.
“I'm not even sure what to say to that,” were my puzzled words. “Is that supposed to be a good thing?”
“Hell, yeah.” He reached across to table and grabbed a thick curl. I jerked my head back and my hair slithered from his hand. He kept on talking. “Back in the day you just seemed like some frumpy girl ready to get in the kitchen and cook her man some food. Real domestic, you know. Like your old lady. But now, though, you're like pretty cat. So attractive.” He grinned at me with his crooked yellow teeth and I flinched, repulsed by the wolfish grin.
His smile was definitely aimed at the wrong Katy. She was dead and gone.
RIP. Definitely don’t miss ya.
That smile of Darren’s made him seem so desperate, and more than a little creepy. I needed to get outta here stat.
Darren wobbled on this stool toward me again. “Take me up to your room and show me how wild you got since high school.” He grabbed my arm and then squeezed my breast.
What was he smoking? No way.
I almost fell off the chair. Disgust ran down my spine, but my parents' lessons about manners kept me from showing it.
“No, thanks, Darren.” I jerked out of his grip and my seat wobbled alarmingly. “I'm not interested.”
“Are you serious?” He looked like I just insulted his mother. “What do you mean you're not interested?”
I pushed my drink out of the way of Darren's flailing hand. He was just about to knock the thing over. “I don't want to invite you up to my hotel room. I don't want to have sex with you, or whatever you think is going to happen up there. Honestly, I think you should probably go home now,” were my gritted words.
Darren bared at his yellow teeth at me. “You can't be for real.” He gripped the edge of the table and leaned over it. A huff of his bourbon breath rushed over my face. I cringed. He rushed on, voice rising higher and higher. “You should be getting on your knees to thank me!” he announced with a princely air. At that moment, the bartender stared over at us from his station, as if sensing trouble. The man frowned, yet did nothing as Darren continued. “I was the only guy who wanted to be with you in high school. Because of me, you didn't have to spend your entire four years as a blob of pus.”
“What?!”
This guy was crazy. I didn’t have to put up with this because this is no way to treat a woman.
“Darren, you're just being super rude,” I warned and grabbed my purse, getting ready to leave.
“Where the fuck do you think you're going?” He lurched toward me and shoved his hands under the table. Long, gangly fingers clamped down on my thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises.
“Ouch!” I stared at Darren in shock as my legs throbbed from the pain.
But the man was on a roll. He jumped from his stool and groped me harder, in full view of everyone at the bar. Darren was always strange, but never did I think he would do something so heinous. On a mission of disrespect, his hands shoved up my dress and fumbled towards my crotch.
No! No!
Frozen in my chair, I trembled, fingers clenched around my purse. Panic burst into my chest and pushed me to the edge of hyperventilating.
This can't be happening. No way. Darren was a terrible person but he’d never done anything like this before.
Unfortunatley, the burst of his breath against my face made the assault even more real.
“You owe me, Katy!” he whined aggressively. “For saving you in high school!”
Still in shock, I tumbled off the stool as the man continued groping. A sharp cry left my throat as I fell.
Oh god!
But instead of hitting the floor, I tumbled back against a warm and firm chest. Strong arms wound around my stomach just as the familiar scent of clean, masculine sweat and citrus soothed me.
Alpha Prime was here, thank god.
“Are you okay, baby?” rumbled Nick. “Are you hurt?”
But Nick was calm compared to his bandmates.
“Get the fuck off her!” came a furious growl.
I opened her eyes just in time to see Mason slam his fist into Darren's stomach. The asshole doubled over with a gasping whoosh! leaving his wide open mouth.
“You touch her again and see what happens then,” Nick hissed, yanking Darren's head back by the hair at the same time Mason slammed his forearm against his windpipe. Darren turned purple, staring from one guy to the otherm, eyes going wide as he realized who they were.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the bartender bellowed, heading towards the scene. “Pierre, call the cops!”
Darren choked. “I can't brea—” He wheezed unable to go on.
Mason pulled his muscled forearm off the guy. “What you can do is get the fuck out of here before we tear you apart.” He shoved Darren away like the touch of the man’s skin disgusted him.
When Mason was done, Trent yanked Darren by the collar of his wrinkled shirt and pushed him toward the door. “Fuck off, you piece of shit.”
Darren stumbled and fell, then clumsily picked himself off the floor as both men stalked toward him with looks that could kill. Pure terror twisted his face when he saw how close they were to trampling the doughy man. He yelped and pumped his doughy legs, scrambling furiously towards the exit.
“Yo, you can’t do that!” the bartender called again. “The cops are coming and you’re all gonna get arrested! I don’t care who you think you are—”
“Shut the fuck up,” Trent cut him off. “You didn’t stop an assault in this bar a few minutes ago. We did. Call the cops if you want but you know that you’ll be in as much trouble as we will.”
The waiter, Pierre, was standing by the phone, hand hovering over it like he wasn’t sure what to do.
I blinked when Nick touched my cheek and brushed his fingers through my long hair. His touches grounded me, bringing me back from the fear that had taken me over when Darren attacked. “Talk to me, Kitty-Kat. Are you okay?”
“I'm...I'm fine. I just...” But I couldn't say anything else. It was too traumatizing. I turned and threw myself into Nick's arms, clinging to him like I would never let go. “Thank you,” was my hoarse mumble. “You came just in the nick of time. I don't know what I would've done if it hadn't been for you guys.”
“Don’t worry sweetheart.” Mason suddenly appeared and kissed my cheek. “You’re with us now.” His lips were warm and comforting and I sighed again.
Can I just stay here with them forever?
“Come on,” Trent said. “Let's get outta this fuckin' place.” He glared at the bartender and Pierre.
“Pricks,” Trent muttered. “Next time help a woman in distress, yeah?”
The bartender opened his mouth to speak, but said nothing. Pierre merely looked confused because he hadn’t quite seen what Darren had done, and I was too tired to explain.
But it didn’t matter. My three men crowded around me like a protective wall of muscle and guided me out of the bar and upstairs to their hotel room.
Nick closed the door behind us. “Come to bed.” It wasn't so much an invitation as a command.
My other men pulled the covers down on the bed and pushed me down into it. I couldn't stop shaking, trembling like a doe. “Mason.” Needy and weak, I stretched out my hand to him. “Trent.” I put out my other hand and the other rock star took my fingers. I opened my legs for Nick to slip in between. Three pairs of bright blue eyes burned into me, comforting yet powerful.
“You need something, don't you, baby?” Nick slipped off my shoes and my clothes while Mason and Trent rubbed the backs of my hands.
“Yeah, she does,” Mason rumbled.
Trent kissed my palm. “Do you know what you need, Kitty-Kat?”
I didn't.
But I ached. That asshole Darren had tried to take something that only belonged to Mason, Trent, and Nick. I hated it. Even though the slimeball wasn't anywhere near me anymore, the memory squirmed under my skin. My flesh crawled.
What was it about me that let Darren think it was okay to touch me like that?
“I didn’t want him,” was my soft whimper. Tears welled up in my eyes. “I belong to you, right? Not to him, not to anyone else?” I must have looked pathetic with my pleas and fears lying naked in my eyes, but Trent brushed his hand through my hair.
“You're ours, Kitty-Kat,” he said. “Know that.”
“Yes,” I moaned. My skin prickled with desperation for all of them to them to touch me. “Only yours.”
Mason and Nick shared urgent looks over my head but I grabbed their hands harder so they would focus on me.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need...”
My protectors. My lovers. They always knew what I craved and what I wanted. At that very moment, my needs weren’t something that would roll off my tongue. I had no idea what would make me feel better.
But now I was here with them, and a kind of peace took over. Everything was going to be okay. I squirmed on the bed, my arms stretched out on either side of me, with Nick pinning my legs to the bed. His touch and strength anchored me to the world that I chose to live in.
“Don't worry, baby. We'll take care of you.” Nick gently let go of my hand and unbuckled his belt. His hard on punched out behind the thick denim and a wet spot betrayed where the fat head of his cock pressed.
It will be okay. They just need to stay with me.
At the sight of his massive bulge, my mouth watered and lust fizzled in my body like soda in a bottle somebody shook up. I mewled, twisting desperately on the bed.
“Yes,” the murmur came like the plaintive cry of a kitten. Need filled my soul, making me writhe uncontrollably. It was finally clear. My nipples were as hard as bullets through my dress. “Yes. Give me that. Give yourselves to me.”
Nick slid the belt from the loops of his jeans with a quick snap of his hand. The sound was as loud as a slap and made me jump. A gasp of excitement trembled from my lips, but I was afraid too. This fear flamed across my skin making me shiver.
“Shhh. It's okay, baby doll.” Trent breathed over my lips, ghosting my nose with the faint scent of the mint gum he usually chewed after a concert to get rid of his dry mouth from singing for hours on end.
Mason nuzzled my throat. “You want our cocks, baby, you got it.”
The men looked at each other and seemed to reach an agreement. Mason and Trent eyed me, hungry and gentle at the same time. Then they pounced.
They grabbed my hands and tied them in front of me with Nick’s leather belt. Then, one of the three covered my eyes with a blindfold. I gasped.
“You’re so good for us, Katy baby,” Trent soothed.
With my eyes covered, I only sensed them prowling about my form. There was a spicy male scent of sweat on their skin. The leather of belt trapped my wrists together. Juices dripped down my thigh, slow and easy. I ached for their touch.
If this was Darren, it would not be okay. But instead, I was with the men I adored.
“I trust you,” came my throaty moan. “One hundred percent.”
I couldn't stop the mewls and yips as they arranged me how they wanted. One of them pinched my nipples and I cried out. A hot mouth settled over my hard nub and sucked and licked. More juices flooded down my thighs, and my nipples stiffened even more. Everything felt thrilling, yet safe. A combination of everything I needed and everything I craved wrapped in three male packages.
So good. So satisfying. My heart leapt even as the pulse in my throat beat unsteadily.
They put me on my knees in the bed, pushed my thighs wide, and snared my wrists tighter in front of me with the belt. I couldn't see anything, but it didn’t matter. I was with my lovers, safe and sound no matter what.
A warm breath gusted over my mouth. “Remember what we talked about, Kitty-Kat?”
A thick tongue lapped my pussy and a gasp ripped out of me. It felt so incredible. The mouth sucked as I whimpered and started to rotate my hips. They were perfect men—men that deserved me. Helplessly, I pushed my cunt backwards into that questing male mouth, wanting more.
“Hmmm?” was my pant even as my spine arched, a gasp escaping my throat. Had someone said something?
Three sets of low and deep chuckles sounded in the room.
“You've got her all messed up, Trent.”
Trent must have been the one eating me out. He loved it so much, and I loved it when he did it. The wet tongue fluttered over my clit then shoved into my pussy the same time fingers pulled at my nipples.
“Oh god!”
“We want to be inside you at the same time, Katy.” That was Mason talking. I recognized the voice. “You like that, don’t you?”
Yes, yes, yes. I desperately wanted that. Having all of them inside me at the same time, taking their pleasure from my curvy form. All of us, finding our highs at the same time and all of them filling me up with their hot cream.
Just with that thought, my hips jerked and my cunt jerked harder on the face it was riding.
Oh god. If he didn’t stop, I was going to burst, right here, right now.
“Oh mmmm.”
He didn’t stop. His tongue stabbed into my snatch and thick fingers pulled and twisted my nipples.
“Yes,” My hips jerked out of control. “That’s it, right there,” I panted desperately.
“Let go for us, baby.” Trent lifted his mouth from my pussy and his breath brushed hot and damp over my clit as he spoke. “You know that won't stop the party.” His mouth closed over my clit again as he sucked hard, lightly tapping my hole at the same time.
“Ohhhh!” I screamed the hotel room down as I came like a rainstorm all over my man's face.
“God, you're so fucking hot like this. Even better, our girl is ready to go again.” It was Nick’s voice now. “I'm so hard for you, sweetheart, it’s unbelievable.”
“You don't have to wait,” I gasped. “Take me, please. All of you.” The breath trembled in my throat. “Take my ass and my pussy at the same time. Please. I want to feel you inside me.”
“Yeah, honey,” Nick growled from behind me. “That's what we're talking about.”
One of them kissed me, and I could immediately tell that it was Nick. His tongue was slick and hot and devoured mine like he couldn't get enough. I moaned into him and writhed my hips, immediately turned on again.
I wanted all three of them in me. My pussy was empty without them, just like my life would be so empty without them in it.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
Desperate for them, I groaned out when Nick pulled away. “No! Come back. Don’t go,” was my desperate mewl.
In answer, they moved me again, one of the guys slipping under me. I was crouched over his lap, my pussy and asshole wide open. Another, Trent, settled in front, and I felt completely safe surrounded by spicy and delicious male flesh. A finger brushed over my mouth, teasing and warm.
“We’re right here for you, sweet girl,” Mason whispered to me.
The sound of an opening and closing cap filled the room. Seconds after that, a slick hardness nudged my asshole. I mewled in anticipation of the pleasure and pressed down into it. My anus squeezed, needy and empty. It wanted desperately to be filled up with that massive prick.
“Easy, baby.”
But I didn’t want it easy. I wanted them to pound me between them, to fuck me and prove to me that I belonged to them and no one else. I wanted them to make me feel safe. I wanted to erase Darren's hands on me.
“Yes, right there.”
My snatch was so wet. Every part of me was throbbing and ready for them.
A hard cock eased between my lower lips.
Yes!
A dripping cock brushed my pussy then, causing my clit to hum. Heaven. I was in heaven.
But the dick near my mouth was suddenly gone. With my mouth wide open and hungry for cock, I searched blindly for one, parting my lips with a hungry sigh. And he answered. A hard, hot pole slid into my mouth at the same time that the two cocks pushed into both my asshole and twat.
Unnh! It hurt a little, but only a bit. More than anything, the sensation was incredible, all my guys in me at the same time!
My pussy moistened even more, and I opened my mouth wide, tilting my head for Nick to have my throat. That was where he belonged. I shifted between Mason and Trent, rocking my hips to find a better position to make all of us lose our minds.
They had fucked me enough that I could tell who was whom based solely on the size of their dicks.
Each one of them groaned in response.
“You're so beautiful, sweetheart. “
“Absolutely exquisite,” grunted another.
“Ah, fuck! Your asshole is so tight!”
The stretch was still slightly uncomfortable, but after a few seconds it started to feel good—real good. Fingers rubbed my clit and rolled my nipples.
“Oh more,” I panted, gasping and squealing. This was so good, and one hundred percent what I wanted. Could life get any more amazing?
My three rock stars grunted, all of them balls deep inside me now. And then they started going even harder, a cacophony of male desire.
“You take this dick so good, baby,” Trent growled. “You own this dick, don’t you? You know it’s all for you.”
“Yeah!” Mason rammed his cock deep and I squealed from the pleasure. “Your little hole loves me so bad.”
Rocking my hips and moving my head up and down on Nick's rock hard stick, I squealed and mewled again, giving the men my all.
“Oh yes,” was my indecipherable moan. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Because I loved it and wanted more. The bed rocked like it was caught in the storm of the century. All three of us swayed together in perfect sync. I screamed out when another high rose in my pelvis again. It rocketed into my belly and down into my pussy, a pure tsunami of pleasure.
Mason's dick hardened in my ass in response.
Trent’s hip went wild, savagely slamming into me hard enough to shove me off the bed. Fortunately, Mason was there to keep that from happening, acting like an anchor.
It was rough, and yet so perfect. I was the luckiest girl in the world. All of those fans wanted to be me, and yet these men were mine alone.
Already close to climax again, I sucked wildly at Nick's massive dong.
“Your mouth is so fucking good, baby!” the alpha grunted as he swelled up, balls crammed against my chin. “I'm gonna rocket in your sweet mouth baby. You ready?”
And then it happened. The alpha roared like a monster as his dick jerk and twitched, filling my mouth with jets of hot cream.
Simultaneously, Mason came with a wild growl and filled my ass, pumping sperm hard into my deep brown hole. There was so much that it overflowed, dripping down my thighs.
But Trent wasn’t going to be left out. “Katy, sweetheart. Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he rumbled, loud enough to rattle my eardrums. And as if on cue, hot male batter spattered inside my sweetest spot, thick and virile.
This was perfection itself. Trent’s viscous cream gushed from my cunt, Mason's milk drizzled out of my ass, and Nick's jizz dripped down the sides of my mouth. I came again, lifted to the highest heights as the men owned my all.
Because I was safe with my Alphas.
I was home.
This was what I needed, and the encounter with Darren only highlighted how far I’d come. No longer was I a shy teen with low self-esteem, just one step away to giving it all to an undeserving prick. Instead, now I had my three alphas, men whom the whole world desired. They could have anyone, from the most beautiful supermodels to the hottest female singers. And yet in an incredible turn of events, Nick, Mason and Trent desired me, the curvy girl. They wanted Katy Baxter with the sweet smile and innocent ways.
How did I get so lucky? There was no discernible reason, but at that moment, I wasn’t about to question my good fortune. So with a satisfied smile, my form relaxed, filled with elation, happiness, and the rosy glow of contentment. Because sometimes, things go your way unexpectedly … and right now, I was the lucky girl.