I spent the remainder of naptime futilely waiting for Mason to come back, but he never did. I couldn’t stop thinking about every touch, every kiss, every thrust as he moved over me. I kept smelling him in my bed and on my skin, making it impossible for the demanding throb between my legs to go away.
I’d just resolved to finish myself when the wakeup knock came and ruined that possibility. I felt twitchy and overheated as I pulled my clothes back on and left my room to join the line of people waiting for their medicine. Even the presence of two blue pills instead of just one wasn’t enough to get my mind off of the need pulsing through me.
Afterward, as I passed through the common room to go outside, I once again found myself looking for Sarah, but there was still no sign of her. I remembered her remark about getting out soon and wondered if she’d been released, but something about that felt wrong.
My thoughts were cut short, though, when I spotted a flash of long, dark hair in the farthest corner of the courtyard outside, disappearing behind a big tree and some shrubbery. Making my way over, I found the guys hunkered down, hidden from everyone else behind the bushes.
My gaze immediately landed on Mason where he was leaning back on an elbow picking at the grass and chatting with Emmett next to him. An image of him moving above me flashed through my mind, quickening my breaths and tightening my core. Pierce was sitting sideways to me with the hood of his sweater up, bobbing his head slightly. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself if I sat next to Mason, I made to sit next to Pierce, but before I could settle beside him, he snatched me up and brought me to his lap.
Coiling his arms around my waist, he dipped his mouth to my neck and whispered, “Missed you, Little Flower.”
I couldn’t quite suppress my whimper at the feeling of his hot breath on my skin and his growing erection rising against my ass. Why he always seemed to be hard around me, I didn’t know, but I was in no condition to handle it just then. Whether it was the tight grip I had on his knees or the uncontrollable twitch of my hips back into the cradle of his lap, something made him go still.
He twisted me so I was sitting sideways on him and peered at me closely while he pulled out one of the earbuds I hadn’t noticed. I didn’t even ask where the hell he’d gotten them or whatever device he had squirreled away on his person that was playing the music. I was too busy trying and failing to appear calm and not like a person who was slowly being driven mad by unfulfilled need. I knew my cheeks were hot and assumed he could see the heat of desire still glazing my eyes because a wicked, if confused, smile stole over his mouth.
“What’s got you all riled up?” he asked softly.
Mason, who’d stopped talking when I appeared, cleared his throat. Pierce, Emmett, and I all glanced at him in time to see a guilty blush stain his cheeks.
“That, uh, that’d be my fault,” Mason admitted.
“What are you talking about? What’s your fault?” Emmett asked, looking between us with furrowed brows.
“Little Flower is twitchy and, unless I’m seriously mistaken—which I never am—is feeling… needy,” Pierce announced, his voice low and smoky.
My cheeks flamed. I opened my mouth, but Emmett cut me off, staring at me with narrowed eyes before glaring at Mason. “What’d you do?”
Mason winced at the accusatory tone in Emmett’s voice. He looked at me regretfully but longing bled into his striking gaze, telling me he was thinking about exactly what he’d done. “I darted into her room during naptime. Things may or may not have happened,” he answered evasively.
“Mmhm,” Pierce murmured. “Things definitely happened, but that doesn’t explain why she’s still all hot and bothered.”
“I’m not… bothered!” I cut in.
I was lying through my teeth but wanted to cut this conversation off before it got even more revealing. Pierce and Emmett both snorted and gave me near identical looks of disbelief while Mason muttered under his breath that he was most definitely bothered.
Obviously unable to hold out under the dual weight of Emmett and Pierce’s expectant stares, Mason sighed, “Before we could finish, I… had to leave.”
There was a drawn out moment of shocked silence before Pierce made an inarticulate noise of horror.
“You’re not serious! You left her like that? What the fuck dude!” Pierce sputtered, his expression genuinely appalled.
“I didn’t have a choice! And then Jason… ” he trailed off, his grimace becoming a full on cringe.
“Aw fuck, Flower. You okay?” Pierce asked softly, pulling me closer against him and eyeing Mason as if he’d just admitted to kicking a puppy.
Not that I had any experience with a conversation like this, but they seemed to be taking my predicament very seriously. I was beyond happy Pierce and Emmett weren’t freaking out that I’d had sex with Mason, but that didn’t mean I wanted to have a sit down discussion with them about it. I had no idea how to get them off of the topic and onto one that didn’t have me focusing on either the heat between my legs or the burning in my cheeks.
I was cut off from answering again when Emmett scoffed, “Of course she’s not okay. Would you be? My poor Pretty Pixie. Come here, let me fix it,” he coaxed, waving me to him.
I didn’t think my cheeks could possibly get any hotter, but they did.
“I’m fine! Really, it’s okay. Perfectly fine. No fixing needed,” I babbled, scandalized at Emmett’s proposal.
“Oh really?” Pierce challenged.
In an effort to prove me wrong, he slid his hands down my sides and gripped my hips, holding me in place as he rocked his hardness up against me. I drew in a sharp breath that ended on a moan and clenched his knees harder, feeling a fresh surge of wetness soak my already damp panties.
“See? It’s just as I thought,” he groaned, his movements affecting him just as much as they were me. “Don’t worry, Flower, we’ll take care of you.”
“Damn right we will,” Emmett muttered. “Mason, this is your fault so you’re on watch.”
“But… ” he started then sighed when Emmett gave him a stern look.
“Emmett, really. We can’t be doing this. We’re outside!” I gasped, trying to stop rocking my ass back into Pierce and put the seriousness I was no longer feeling into my voice.
“Can’t be doing, my ass. Gonna! Get over here and let me touch you, Pixie. Let me make it all better,” he coaxed, staring at me hungrily.
Mason stole my attention when he crawled to me. He stopped when we were nose to nose and held my gaze with his as he slowly closed that last inch and kissed me teasingly.
He pulled away too soon, the heat in his eyes now an inferno, and stood. I inhaled sharply when that put his straining erection at just above eye level, feeling my mouth water and the need between my legs grow. Mason didn’t make any effort to hide his arousal as he moved to stand near the big tree blocking us from the rest of the courtyard, keeping watch just as Emmett ordered.
That Emmett had an authoritative streak surprised me, since he was always happy and lighthearted when I saw him, but it surprised me even more that the other guys listened. I bit my lip when I glanced at him and found him still watching me avidly.
The look in Emmett’s eyes—reassurance, temptation, and answering need—convinced me to trust him where his words hadn’t.
Pierce released me when I slid off his lap to kneel on the grass but immediately followed me up, pressing his chest to my back. He moved with me as I knee-walked to Emmett, staying with me every step of the way.
I stopped inches from Emmett, my heart thundering in my chest with a mix of desire and nerves. He grinned down at me, apparently delighted with my show of trust and reckless bravery. Grabbing my hips, he lifted me effortlessly and spun me around so I was sitting in his lap just as I had been in Pierce’s.
He guided me to relax back against him while Pierce sat back on his heels in front of us, close enough that even if someone made it past Mason and caught us, they wouldn’t see anything.
I felt tiny, surrounded by their big bodies, but safe. Pierce moved first, his dark eyes glittering as he leaned forward to kiss me softly and push his hands under my sweater and t-shirt. He stroked them up my stomach until he was cupping my breasts. I moaned when he rolled his thumbs over my nipples then gasped when he flicked them sharply. He took that opportunity to push his tongue into my mouth, playing with mine.
Emmett brushed my hair aside and tilted my head to press hot, sucking kisses down the length of my neck. I felt one of his big, rough hands come around my side, drawing little circles on the sensitive skin of my hip, gradually getting closer to where I needed him. I tensed, waiting, wanting. He teased me, dipping his fingers past the waistband of my pants to stroke my wetness lightly, making me whimper.
I cupped the back of Pierce’s neck, pulling him harder into our kiss, and let my knees fall open. Emmett groaned and took my silent invitation. I cried out into Pierce’s mouth when Emmett pushed first one finger, then two deep inside me.
“Fuck, Pixie. You’re dripping wet for us,” he hissed, slowly pumping his fingers and grinding the heel of his palm against my clit.
I reached forward, needing to touch them as they were touching me, and grazed the tight material over Pierce’s shaft then skimmed my hand down the length of him, delighting in his choked moan. His kiss turned forceful and he pushed himself into my hand.
They were both hard as steel, Pierce against my palm and Emmett beneath me. I desperately wished we were inside, behind closed doors so I could touch and explore them like I wanted to. They must have rubbed off on me because a wicked thought popped into my mind. Why was I the only one in a potentially compromising position?
Grinning against Pierce’s lips, I slid my hand inside his pants and cupped his cock. He wasn’t wearing boxers. He tore his mouth from mine, gasping as he eyed me like he wanted to devour me.
Biting his lip, he gripped my wrist but, instead of pulling my hand back out like I thought he would, he guided my movements, helping me stroke him. I moaned, unsure why that was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, but it was. I felt him jerk when I rubbed my fingertips over the wetness leaking from his tip, gathering it to slick my movements.
Emmett thrust his fingers harder, faster inside me, growling against my neck as he rocked my entire body against him. I undulated my hips in time with his rhythm, rubbing myself back against his cock as I stroked Pierce within the confines of his pants.
Emmett did something between my legs, gently pinching and caressing my clit without removing his fingers from within me, making my orgasm build faster than I was prepared for. My hand faltered on Pierce as I squeezed my eyes shut and threw my head back, trying desperately to contain my cries. He took over, guiding my grip over him.
Emmett turned my face to his and sealed his lips to mine, prying my mouth open with his tongue so he could feed on my moans and gasps as he pushed me over the edge.
Every muscle in my body locked up for a second as my release hit me, only to convulse and twitch as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me.
I slumped back against him when my orgasm slackened, breathless and shaking. I thought it was over, but Emmett didn’t slow the hard plunge of his fingers or let up on his maddening caresses on my clit.
“One more, Pretty Pixie. I need to see you come again,” he demanded harshly, nipping the tender skin of my throat then laving it with his tongue.
I whimpered and shook my head, sure I couldn’t, not after the intensity of the orgasm still sparking though my body, but I was wrong. He didn’t let up, relentlessly pushing me until I could feel another building between my legs. As soon as I acknowledged it, I wanted it, needed it, but it taunted me, staying just out of reach no matter how hard Emmett buried his fingers inside me.
Groaning, I pulled Pierce closer and frantically pushed his pants down his hips, freeing his thickly curved cock. I needed to take my frustration out on someone. I needed more—more touch, more pleasure.
“Fuck. Yes. Suck me, Baby, take it out on me,” he hissed.
I leaned forward and closed my lips around him, sucking hard. Pierce was already close to the edge and it didn’t take more than a minute before I felt him throb warningly in my mouth. I gripped his hip to hold him in place when he tried to pull free, rolling my eyes up so I could see the pleasure spread over his face. He stared down at me, watching me with intense, impassioned eyes before he gasped and froze. I moaned when he came and drank him down greedily, delirious with the power I held, driven mad with the urgency pounding through me. I released him and fell back against Emmett, rolling my hips frantically.
“I need more,” I panted, hunger burning through me like fire.
Emmett groaned low in his throat and shifted me, sliding my pants and panties down just far enough, before he pushed his own down to let his hardness slap up against me. He lifted me slightly, positioning me over him, then pushed me down. I slapped a hand over my mouth, stifling my cries at the feeling of him impaling me. He didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt.
Every nerve ending in my body felt alive, every muscle strung tight. Holding my waist, he slid me back up, letting me feel every vein and ridge, before he shoved me back down, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. Over and over again he lifted me only to drive me back down, bouncing me on his cock.
“Come for me,” he growled in my ear.
I reached back and fisted his hair then turned my head so I could crush my lips to his. I screamed into his mouth as I peaked, the pleasure so intense I thought I would drown in it. I felt him stiffen beneath me, felt his thickness swell further inside me just before he shoved me down hard, grinding me over him and let out a low, shuddering groan. The feeling of him filling me with his release prolonged my orgasm, heightened it. We strained against each other, locked in a cycle of almost painful pleasure for endless minutes until it finally lessened and I could suck in a deep, shaking breath.
I felt boneless and euphoric as I collapsed back against him, my core still fluttering around his length.