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Calla

Sweet and troubled Billy. Of all my boys, he’s the one who struggles the most. He hasn’t had it easy, and initially, my instinct was to protect him—and I tried.

But, Billy didn’t want protection—he wanted love and affection, which I was more than happy to give him.

When his lips press gently against my skin and he lifts his head to grin shyly at me with heat in his eyes, I have to fight back a giggle.

This moment is far from funny, but I can’t help feeling amused by how quickly these boys can be ready for round two when I can still barely walk straight.

I turn toward him, feeling my cheeks warm as he tugs at the knot on my towel and my breasts tumble free.

My breath catches in my throat as he gently palms them, taking their weight in each of his hands, and then rubs his thumbs over my nipples, coaxing them into tight little peaks.

I moan a little as he pinches the still tender tips between his fingers, tugging on them slightly. He exhales sharply at the sound, and then kisses my lips so gently before deepening the kiss.

The sounds of our kiss are obscured by the quiet moans he’s drawing out of me as he slowly runs his hands farther down my bare skin, massaging my hips and thighs before coming to a pause between them.

The heat from his hands and the kiss take away the faint chill from being naked and still a little wet from my shower, and I wiggle to try and move closer to him.

Billy breaks the kiss, breathing hard and clenching his hands where they’re resting in my lap.

I’m not sure why he’s stopped, but I know better than to try and push him. We stay there for a few moments, sitting quietly on the bed, while I wait for him to collect his thoughts and decide what he wants to do next.

The sound of the door opening breaks the silence that was filling the room around us. Neither of us move or turn to look. It’s one of the other boys, and judging by the lack of remark over my current state of undress with Billy, it’s not Clyde.

Billy glances past me as he comes over and sits down on my other side. Heat spreads down my body as the warmth radiates through me.

“Mind if I join you?” Jesse ’s voice fills my ear, and he slides his hand around my waist.

I look up at Billy to try and gauge what he’s thinking. It’s not for me to play favorites or place any of my boys above the other. They’re the ones who make the decisions when it comes to this, not me.

I gave up my control of the situation when they cornered me for the first time as a group, telling me they all wanted to be with me. That was all them, and I wasn’t going to choose then, and I’m not going to choose now.

Billy and Jesse share a look, silently communicating or just staring each other down. I’m not sure which. Whatever passes between them at that moment, I’m not privy to, and my only indicator of what to expect right now is a small nod from Billy.

Jesse ’s fingers dig into the flesh of my waist, and I turn my head a fraction to peer up at him. His expression is intense and loaded with a heat that’s entirely focused on me.