Page 81 of Never To Suffer (The Hollywoodland #4)

TOO MUCH

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“A cabin? Like, in the woods and shit? Where wolves live?” I ask, lying across his bare chest as the sun rises. The sheets are loosely wrapped around us and his fingers play in my hair at the back of my neck.

“No wolves, Dani. And not exactly a cabin, but a house off the grid. It’s not that eccentric of an idea. The peace and quiet of the trees, the trickle of water from the stream that runs through the back of the property. It’s an oasis, a perfect retreat from city life.”

“There are still bears, though, right?” His chest shakes as he laughs, deep and soothing.

If I’m not careful, I’ll fall asleep here in his warm, strong arms. He’s like a bear in some ways, but not as furry once you get past the beard.

The soft sprinkle of hair on his chest matches his head, and it tickles him when I run my ringers through the patch or try to follow it down to the other patch further south.

The trail that leads to a sleeping monster.

“Yes, there are. Stuffed ones with little red shirts.” He stretches his arms high over his head. In a panic, I nuzzle against his chest. I don’t want him to leave the bed, not yet. “You’re okay, sugar. I’m not kicking you out of bed yet.”

“Are you a shrink or a mind reader?”

“Bit of both most days. We’ll get out of bed when you’re ready for breakfast, and not a moment before.” His gentle kiss on top of my head sends a shiver down my spine and the smile it pulls from me has me blushing even if no one can see.

This isn’t how mornings go with Xander. This is more like Sky, but even then, it’s not the same.

Xander rarely sleeps past sunrise and spends mornings on his computer either working on new programs, teaching himself code, or playing video games while he drinks his coffee.

The only thing that can pull him away from the computer in the morning is sex, and he doesn’t care where.

Shower, bed, floor, couch, kitchen counter, anywhere. And that was just yesterday.

Skylar changes like the phases of the moon.

In the hotels, they don’t want to get out of bed or wake up early.

Every time one of us finds ourselves awake before noon on the road, they crawl between my legs and I end up with some part of them inside me.

Sleepily teasing and playing with me until we both finished and fell back asleep.

They work at their own pace and no one else’s, and that pace is slow and steady.

They thrive on the experience, wishing they could view the world in slow motion.

They take their time, mapping out freckles on my body, every noise I make, every piece of me that reacts to their touch.

At home, though? They wake before the sun to watch it rise from his nest of solitude on the fire escape.

Maybe it’s greedy to want to give in to these dark desires, but only because society has forgotten how we’re programmed as people.

Too many conservative minds run the show now, and that puts people like us under a microscope.

Our lifestyle isn’t new, unheard, or unnatural like they believe it to be.

Of course, these are the same bastards that think the earth is flat and vaccines cause autism.

The patriarchy has forced humanity into this monogamy idea, and no one wants to take a closer look at why marriages fail and people cheat—it would upset some religious organization’s pockets.

The ancients, even the Indigenous way of life, accepted that our brains aren’t wired like that.

It’s a tribe, a group effort to keep everyone alive and happy, and these tie wearing assholes think there wasn’t sharing going on back then? Take all the seats, madam.

I’m not greedy, I’m just a woman who knows what she wants. And one third of what I want happens to be lying in bed next to me right now.

“I wonder how Skylar and Xander are doing,” I sigh, stretching as I check the time. We still have hours before I need to be back down at the studio for rehearsal, but I can’t exactly lie around here all day.

Theo gets up and opens the bedroom door enough to let Baggy in. She doesn’t waste time taking her place on the bed and staring at me until I pet her. “From the noises coming through the wall early this morning, they’re fine,” he laughs.

“Aww, wake me up next time and we’ll go join them!

” I snicker. Sometimes it’s fun having separate bedrooms, but now and then all of us squeeze into one bed.

Xander and Theo have talked about getting a larger bed for our apartment since that seems to be the communal bedroom, and I’m all for it.

“I should shower,” I announce, unable to tear my eyes away from his firm ass and muscular back.

He hides his body behind a professional suit of armor, but it’s obvious he works hard to keep in shape.

“I’ll get breakfast going. Come out whenever you’re ready.” He pulls his sleep pants on and leans back into the bed, kissing just below my jaw in a way that curls my toes. “Over ice, three sugars, and two scoops of matcha? Or are we going with café de olla today?”

I’m not thinking about coffee or how to make it, I’m thinking of the three people I want in bed with me. The three people who could take me apart, put me back together, and work on each other while I remember how to breathe.

“Cream and sugar, lots of both.”

“How do you do that? Different coffee every day?” He kisses me again, his hand squeezing my hip.

“You’ve seen how I date, and you still expect me to pick only one way of drinking my coffee?”

“Fair point.”

The steam in the bathroom fogs up the mirror, so I swipe my hand across it, looking at the marks all over my body.

I can match each mark with the person who left it.

A chuckle escapes me at the thought of them.

Most men are so consumed by their masculinity, if their partner came home with marks from someone else, they would lose their shit.

Even someone they just met, if they took them home and found bite marks and sexy bruises, most of them would throw me out.

Skylar knew I had Xander. Theo knew Xander had me.

None of that stopped either of them from welcoming me into their beds.

It wasn’t a competition for them, a way to prove they can satisfy me in a way other people haven’t.

Jealousy won’t come for us, or at least I hope it won’t.

This is all I’ve ever wanted, enough people to share our love.

I open the door to the shower and step under the rainfall, letting the water tap gently on my head while it flows over my body.

There’s a moment of cool air before the arms wrap around me again, one dipping between my legs, gingerly testing his touch, making sure it’s what I want and I’m ready for more.

I am. I always am.

“Breakfast will get cold,” I moan, the tips of his finger drawing circles around my clit.

“Breakfast is in the oven for at least two orgasms.” He nips at my ear as his body pushes me toward the shower wall. I hiss at the cold when my breasts push against the tiles and the sensation of his hard rod pokes me in the back.

“Is that an actual timer setting?” I tease.

“We never discussed your boundaries last night,” he whispers, his free hand sliding up my body, wrapping his thick fingers around my neck. “Or picked a safe word, but Skylar said you like it like this.”

“Pickles. And we haven’t even come close to my boundaries yet.”

“Oh?” His grip tightens at the same time as two fingers push inside me. “Xander had boundaries. He also had a thing for yelling out your name, Dani.”

His deep voice makes my entire body spark with electricity. He squeezes again, but pauses to give me time to say the word and make it stop. I don’t.

“Put your foot up on the edge,” his voice drops to something lower, deeper, and I’m dripping for him.

I’m saddened when he pulls his fingers out of me, drawing a whine from deep inside me where I miss his touch already.

Once I’ve got my balance, he shifts behind me, his fingers trace through my slit, but they don’t stop there, pushing against my ass and asking to be let in.

When I nod, it’s not his fingers he pushes inside me.

My back arches as I try to climb the wall.

For the moment it takes the pain to become pleasure, he holds me against the wall, cutting off my airway as he pushes deeper into me.

The transition to bliss happens in a blink, his cock still inching into me, his mouth closed around my ear, his hand around my neck, and his fingers pinching my clit.

“Atta girl. Take a deep breath when I let go. Ready?”

He releases my throat, and I suck in the heavy air. The distraction is enough for one last push, bottoming out as I scream and claw my nails through his hair. There’s a sound from out in the apartment and he pauses, both of us aware of what that means.

“Do you want me to stop, Dani?”

“No! Don’t you fucking dare! Shit! Please, don’t stop!

” A moment later, and another burst of cold air, more hands are on me, familiar ones.

A mouth closes around me and that magnificent tongue swirls.

I have one hand over my shoulder, holding Theo’s head to me.

The other plays in Xander’s hair. I’m ready to explode when Theo moves me back and I have the perfect view of Xander as he stands up in front of me, mouth pressing hard against mine as he pushes into me, threatening to tear me in two.

“Jesus, Beetle! It’s so fucking tight.”

“Oh my god, it’s too much. It’s too much!”

“Shh,” Theo tightens his grip around my throat. “He’ll fit. Relax and let him in, pretty girl. Our Beetle.”

My eyes flutter open as Xander pushes slowly inside, letting me adjust as Theo kisses him over my shoulder.

My legs can’t take much more, but Theo notices, grabbing me under my thighs and lifting me up.

The move forces Xander against the wall as Theo bounces me on both their cocks and I’ve never felt so good or so damn full before.

They take turns thrusting inside me, all the control I had last night slipping away as they hold me in the air.

Theo pulls out of me, and I throw my arms around Xander, who carries me out of the tub and into the bedroom.

We’re soaking wet, but he lays me down and rolls us over so I can ride him.

A few moments later, the shower turns off, and a strong hand comes down on my back, pushing my chest against Xander.

“Let’s really stretch her out, Baby.”

My scream surprises even me when Theo push against Xander’s cock, sliding their shafts together inside me.

Xander’s head rocks back off the edge of the bed, mumbling around my screams. My nails claw at his arms, but I’m not saying the word.

Not yet. Theo flicks his hips at the same time a third set of hands takes my head, filling my mouth with flesh and metal.

“I wanted to watch, but I couldn’t resist.” Skylar says, pulling their cock out of my mouth and sliding it into Xander’s.

They grab my hair and force me to look up, directing me to open my mouth.

Their spit drops onto my tongue, but they don’t let me swallow it, not until my mouth is full of him again.

I don’t even question it anymore, giving myself over to their pleasure, letting the three of them use me.

I thought I’d hate it, but it’s freeing to both my body and my mind.

Skylar switches back and forth between Xander and me while Theo controls the thrusting.

Xander chokes on Skylar, his arm reaching out for Theo and warmth filling me. “Listen to them, Skylar. We’ve fucked them stupid.”

“Give it to me, Theo!” Xander cries. “Don’t stop! Oh shit, she’s so close!” Xander’s thrust snaps the band of pressure, and I can’t hold back the orgasm any longer. The wave of release is so intense, my eyes roll back.

“Beautiful,” Theo says from a million miles away. “She’s soaked us both and the bed.”

“I’m gonna come again!” Xander cries out as Skylar pushes between my lips again, fucking my throat until the salty sweet taste of him hits the back of my throat. Even Theo roars from behind me as he and Xander finish together. Skylar pulls out, letting the last few strings of cum decorate my face.

“Clean her up, Xander,” they demand, standing over us and watching Xander’s tongue slid over my cheek.

I’m too tired to move, too tired to think.

I’m ready to fall into a deep sleep covered in the blanket of warmth their love gives me.

The three of them clean me with their tongues first, followed by a warm cloth.

They’re gentle, leaving the softest kisses on my skin and on each other as they tuck me into the bed.

The shower starts up again—no wonder LA is always out of water—and I fall asleep to the panting moans of Xander echoing off the tile walls as they take him apart next.

I smile, realizing that soon he’ll be next to me, just as exhausted, just as satiated.