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“So, what are we going to watch?” I tease Isaac. He is notorious for falling asleep whenever we start a movie. He gives me an even stare, arching his brow.

“Are you teasing me for never being able to stay awake?” he asks, lifting me off my feet.

Grayson pulls my boots and socks off my feet, and then I also find myself sailing into the pile of pillows.

“Oof,” I grunt. There’s so many pillows, all of differing firmness. It creates the perfect bed. We all may actually fall asleep here.

“May as well join the circus,” Kenzo rumbles, throwing his shoes aside as well.

“Silla, what do you want to watch? Any preference?” Sidney asks, toeing off his shoes and socks to crawl onto the fluffy cloud with us.

“I know you’re going to laugh at me…” Silla begins.

“I would never.” He grins, laying on her chest. Her boobs really are a great pillow.

“I want to veg to a romantic comedy. I don’t really care what we watch,” she admits.

Food is distributed, the movie is turned on, and we all snuggle together. Silla giggles so hard at parts that she snorts, Isaac falls asleep on my shoulder, and Grayson runs his fingers in little designs only he knows what they are along my thigh. I squirm, making him chuckle in my ear.

“Am I bothering you, Baby?” he whispers along the shell of my ear. I shake my head furtively, barely breathing a sigh of relief as Isaac snores lightly, turning to curl on the pillows. Silla looks over at us, making me smile.

“You okay, Silla?” I ask, and she nods.

“I think they fell asleep on me too,” she giggles.

Kenzo is curled at the bottom of the pillow pile, breathing deeply. I’m glad he’s finally sleeping, because he was a bit fitful last night. My brother has his arms wrapped around Silla’s waist, his head on her stomach. Sidney, of course, fell asleep on her breasts. Lucky ass.

“I’m stuck,” Silla says wistfully.

“If you wiggle up, they’ll let go, thinking you have to pee,” I suggest. “I’ve slept between the two of them for years.”

“That’s actually a really good idea,” Grayson murmurs, turning to kiss my neck. He’s feeling extremely affectionate, and I’m not mad about it. Whimpering, I writhe in his arms.

“That looks like fun,” the little shit I call my girlfriend teases, wiggling and pushing her way up. Grunting and huffing, she’s a little breathless as she gets loose, crawling up to us. Just as I knew they would, Sidney and my brother snuggle each other, my lips twitching in amusement.

“Hey, Baby,” Silla says, cuddling next to me. My arms immediately open to her, my nose burying in her neck.

“I bet she smells delicious, doesn’t she, ’Drya?” Grayson rumbles into my ear. Fuck, this man’s voice is ruining my panties.

Breath rapidly coming faster, I pant as I nod. “Yes, Daddy,” I breathe. I’m turned away from him, and Grayson groans.

“Oh, honey. Don’t call me that unless you mean it,” Grayson says.

“What do you want, ’Drya?” Silla asks, moving away to gaze into my eyes. There’s just enough light from the movie still running for us to see each other.

“I want this,” I confess. “I’ve been hot and bothered for days, and I’m tired of denying myself.”

“Does that mean I get to taste your pretty pink pussy as Gray fucks you?” she whispers, her lips brushing mine.

I whimper as Grayson presses his erection against my ass, slowly grinding against me. “Is it true, Baby? Do you want my fat cock to fill your tight pussy?”

I gasp, feeling as if I’m going to combust from his words.

“Yes… I’m wearing too many clothes,” I moan.

Silla’s hands glide up my torso, pulling my dress up with it. Raising my arms, I allow her to undress me. Reaching for her, Silla shakes her head.

“You’re our focus, Beautiful,” she murmurs, kissing me. Grayson’s fingers unsnap my bra with that ridiculously hot one handed motion, and soon that’s gone as well. “How quiet can you be for us?”