didn’t respond right away. I wondered if I had pushed too far. They could want to protect me, but I knew that this was right. I felt it in my gut. This was always how it should have been. Us trusting one another. Making decisions as a family. “Fine,” he finally whispered. With a nod, I turned back to Patrick to finish what I’d started. Up and down I went, testing different sensations. I hummed on his cock and kept moving until he was jerking in my mouth. Hot, salty cum slid down my throat, and I sucked off every drop like it was my job. Knowing I did this to Patrick. Knowing that he was at my will felt better than fighting, than numbing myself. If I’d known how good giving into my desires would be, I wouldn’t have waited so long.
Standing, I turned to stare at Huxley.
It was the most relaxed I’d ever seen him. His hooded eyes were free of stress and the responsibilities he wore every day. I slowly approached him, keeping my eyes on his broad shoulders until I was resting my hands on his chest. His hard cock bumped against my stomach. Soft wonder came over his face as he stared at me.
"I've missed you," he whispered before stroking my cheek.
"What do you mean?"
A hand on my shoulder made me turn around to face Patrick. He intertwined our fingers and smiled down at me. "You know I've always had to do all the talking for him." Hard hands jerked down my pants from behind, and when they landed on the ground, I stepped out of the heap of fabric and kicked it away.
While I stared into Patrick's eyes, Huxley slid his hardness between my thigh gap, rubbing it against me and sliding along my bundle of nerves. I gasped while Patrick threw me a wicked grin.
"He means, even if he hates the thought of you going into danger, he'd go to hell and back to see you this alive again. You've been numb for so long."
Huxley gripped my hips, his nails digging into my skin and lifting my shirt up. Patrick cupped my cheeks in his hands. "We know you need this, sweetie." His voice was husky, his words slow and savory. "So we're gonna do whatever it takes."
Patrick then kissed me as Huxley continued to rub along my slick seam. I clenched my thighs tighter together. Huxley and Patrick owned my moans. The three of us went like this for what felt like hours. I craved Huxley inside of me but was glad that he didn't cross that barrier. When things calmed down and I finally took that step with my guys, I wanted it to be special. And I wanted each individual to have my undivided attention.
I squirmed, grabbing Patrick's hair to deepen our kiss. Each time Huxley slid along my clit, a sharp and wanton thrill flowed through my core, rising my pulse to a peak of ecstasy.
"Oh, God," I moaned into Patrick's mouth as I rode a wave of pleasure, and determination settled in my bones. I knew that this was it. There was power in accepting an uncertain future.
I spun around and grabbed Huxley, pumping up and down his shaft with my palm. Huxley, my wordless warrior, allowed nothing but sighs to escape his lips as he came. It felt wonderfully wicked, like my needs were finally awakening.
"Just be safe," he finally whispered before resting his forehead on mine.
We walked to the creek to bathe. Patrick massaged my back as Huxley kissed the tingly droplets of water along my skin. I wasn’t sure where we went from here. And the rapid way their chests rose and fell made me think that there was still much more left unsaid between our hearts—and our bodies. No, this wasn’t over. This was a battle I’d gladly be fighting until there was no longer air in my lungs.
But for now, there was work to be done. “We should go back and pack,” I suggested while wading over to the bank of the river.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay a bit longer and…?” Patrick offered, but I placed a hand on his muscular chest and grinned.
“There will be more time for that,” I replied. I was determined to explore everything with my men. I was done being the martyr. I was done keeping my emotions at bay or feeling guilty for the decisions Cyler, Maverick, and Jacob made. It was time to