Page 57 of Purgatory (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #1)

“What’s up, beautiful?” Cole says from the driver’s seat and I suddenly realize that my little chat with myself was out loud.

I shake my head to get my mind focused. While Cole’s driving, Jax’s in the passenger seat, petting Sadie on his lap as she angles her head out the window.

Hawk, however, leaped at the chance to be in the back with me and is set to offer me all the cuddles I could want.

“Nothing. Nothing. Just. Thank you. All of you. For coming for me.... Again.” They all respond to that. Their words overlapping each other's.

“Of course, sweetheart. Why wouldn’t we?” Hawk says, as bubbly and effervescent as ever, smothering the side of my face with light kisses.

“Beautiful, you’re ours now. Remember? We take care of you no matter what,” Cole says looking in the rearview mirror, his hidden dominance coming out for a peek.

“Baby doll, I’d burn the world down to make sure you’re safe. I don’t think that should be a question in your mind after you’ve seen what I can do,” Jax says, turning around in his seat to give me a soul possessing look that makes me melt even further into Hawks arms.

These boys. These men . How did I get so lucky? I traveled by myself, down the span of the East Coast, during an apocalypse- I should be dead by all accounts- to find them . Or rather they found me. Serendipity doesn’t even cover the coincidence behind that. Fate. It was fate.

It takes us a little while to get back home. Holy fuck, home . It was now officially my home. A complete one, with Jax now. Holy bejesus. It was real now. I have three boyfriends. I HAVE THREE BOYFRIENDS.

And you haven’t even had anal yet.... like ever... talk about unprepared...

I can feel my eyes bug out of their sockets like one of those goofy emoticons. Luckily, I’m too tired to worry about it too much right now. The insanity and lack of sleep from the night before finally catching up to me.

We pull up to the house, file out, grab the supplies we nicked from the river cabin and drag ourselves up the steps and through the doors. We’re all pretty wiped from the looks of it, but the guys seem to already be tending to their roles with me in the center of it.

Jax wanders off, muttering something about getting food and bringing it upstairs, while Cole and Hawk practically carry me up to Hawk’s room.

I’m not sure, at first, why they choose his room without any communication on the matter, until Hawk opens the door to his bathroom.

I had yet to be in his room, normally opting to camp out in mine since it was neutral territory, but I could see myself hanging out in here now that I see what he’s been hiding all this time.

A huge garden tub sits there in the corner of his bathroom like it was just a normal thing to have.

Hell, it probably was for them. Did Cole have a garden tub too and I’ve just been too dick-matized to notice anything besides their rippling pectorals?

Sheesh, I needed an intervention.... No fuck that.

I like the dicks and I like surprises. Bring it on.

Hawk leaves my side at the door to turn on the water while Cole goes to his room, bringing his med kit back with him a few minutes later.

He dumps his bag on the counter and saunters up to my side, gently taking my chin in his hand and turning my face away from him, prodding at the large bruise forming at my temple and cheek.

“How we feeling, gorgeous? Any headaches? Nausea? Dizziness?” Cole asks and I shake my head, no.

Surprisingly, I feel ok. Well, apart from the nightmare this morning but I suspect that was normal after what I just went through. I didn’t want to worry them with it so I kept that little tidbit to myself for the time being.

“Good. That means a low chance of concussion. One day at a time, though, yeah?” I nod at that as he leans forward to kiss my forehead.

What was it about forehead kisses that just made everything feel all better?

He stands back up, giving me a private smile and then turns to Hawk who had started to strip down since the tub was almost full.

“Time to wash the day away, sweetheart. Get your sexy butt over here.” Hawk pushes down his pants and climbs into the tub, reaching his arms out for me.

I hesitate just a second, lost to the dips and grooves of Hawks body, and turn to look at Cole.

He responds with was a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Practically a command to get a move on.

Well, ok there, Doc. Yes, sir and all that jazz. Mini two finger salute. Naked me, coming right up!

My clothes fly off of my body in a blur before Hawk helps me into the tub, Cole right behind me. Jax comes in the room a second later, carrying a huge basket of granola bars, apples and peanut butter .

“I would have brought up some sandwiches too but I have no idea what the fuck that was impostering as bread down there.”

Cole and Hawk laugh at that. It’s Hawk that ends up responding to the jab. “Hey, man, we tried, ok? Not all of us were raised on Julia Child and Emeril Lagasse. It's not 5-star but it’s still edible. Plus, we didn’t want to take your job for when you came back. Encroach on your territory and such.”

Jax tips a smile at that. “Good to be home. I’ll make some fresh tomorrow morning.

” We all groan in appreciation at that. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, like fresh baked bread.

And when Jax makes it, it's downright sinful how delicious it is.

I suddenly could not wait ‘til tomorrow.

That is until I remind myself of the sexy naked man flesh surrounding me right now.

No, it’s ok… I can wait…there’re buns here after all.

Finally, Jax strips down and joins us in the bath, relaxing and happy with everyone back together again as it should be.

I could already feel the days, when Jax was gone, evaporating from all of us as if they never happened.

Like a weight’s being lifted. We were where we were supposed to be. All of us. Including me.

We don’t spend too much time soaking. Just enough to wash, eat the food Jax brought and let our muscles recuperate. Any longer and we would have all fallen asleep right there.

After we force ourselves out of the warm water, Cole takes extra care to put antibiotic ointment on the small cuts I managed to get during my struggles in that god forsaken basement from hell, as well as those Jax managed to get during his fight.

When he’s good and happy with everything, we all rummage through the dresser draws, finding pajamas to sleep in.

The guys find their sleeping attire quickly enough, opting for grey sweatpants and no shirts... all three of them. Lord have mercy, these guys. It's like they’re just asking to have their dicks ogled 24/7, and I’m totally ok with that.

While sorting through shirts, my eyes land on a gigantic fluffy white sweatshirt and instantly, I claim it to be mine. It’s as soft as I imagined it would be, but I laugh as soon as I look in the mirror and see the picture on the front.

It’s a pink unicorn, covered in glitter, with the phrase, “Nobody likes a douche canoe.” I look to the guys to see whose it could possibly be and Hawk’s eyes perk up as he gives a smirk and a wink. I should have known it was his crazy ass.

Without any discussion, we all climb into Hawk’s king-size bed. Me in the middle, obviously, Jax on my left, Hawk on my right and Cole taking up the very end on Hawks side.

His reasoning for not climbing in between my legs like he was just this morning?

Jax kicks in his sleep and he didn’t want a black eye.

When I pointed to the area above our heads, he replied that he didn’t want to accidentally rub a boner on anyone’s head.

Rubbing said boner on Hawk’s back, however, fair game. Play ball. End quote.

I don’t think Hawk minded being the little spoon, though, since he had no problem eagerly turning over and wiggling his ass at Cole crying “spoon me!” to which Cole responded exhaustedly “As long as it doesn’t lead to forks...”

Within minutes we’re all out.