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I released a shaky breath, my fingers threading into his beautiful locs as I loosened his ponytail, loving the way his hair fell around his face.

Pulling him closer, I muttered a confident, “No, I’m not scared,” not sure if he wanted to punish me or if he had truly been lookin’ for my consent.

I had my answer when his lips brushed mine and he huffed a quick, “Good girl,” before he kissed me again. Only this time, his lips tasted like a sinful blood bath that I didn’t want to get out of.

Cruz adjusted us some more, and only when I heard the sound of a wrapper did I realize that what he’d taken out of his pocket moments prior was a condom. I broke our kiss, hypnotized by looking between us as he took out his impressively large dick and rolled that rubber thang over his thickness.

When his hands gripped my waist and lifted me, I inhaled as he lined up his dick with my pussy. Then Cruz did what Cruz always did when he took out his glorious dick.

He ruined me.

Only this time, I wasn’t watching from the sidelines.

Easing me down inch by inch at first before pushing me down the rest of the way, he made me feel so damn full, I cried out into the ceiling.

Except, it wasn’t one of those pretty cries, but more like a cry for a release since all my nerves were on edge.

“Shit,” he huffed. “You take this dick so good, Ri. I can’t wait to feel this pussy bare and shoot my cum inside of you the way I’ve done in every one of my fuckin’ dreams.”

I moaned at his words, meeting him stroke for stroke as the pain of how big he was finally started to turn into nothing but absolute pleasure. I didn’t even think I had another orgasm, but Cruz had a way of making me believe there wasn’t anything I couldn’t do.

I was so in sync with Cruz that nothing else existed for a while. But then something else happened and the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention. Lifting my head, I looked past his shoulders and spotted Titan and Storm standing in the shadows of the room.

“Oh God,” I muttered, partly from the way Cruz’s dick hit me just right, and the other from how filthy I probably looked to these men.

A part of me wanted to cover up, very aware of the fact that sections of me were covered in blood and my breasts were bouncing in Cruz’s face.

Yet, another part didn’t want to because they didn’t seem put off by the scene before them.

They were watching us.

Waiting.

Observing the situation that I found myself in, and somehow, I knew that they needed my permission.

The thing was, I wasn’t sure if I was permitting them to watch us or fuck me.

This was all new to me and I never thought this situation would happen during my time of the month, if it had even happened at all.

“You’re in charge right now,” Cruz stated, reading my thoughts. “You won’t always be in control when it comes to a scene with us. But in this moment, you can make the rules.”

I can make the rules.

My eyes flickered between the men who I wanted to fuck but wasn’t sure I was ready for yet.

Muscling up courage I didn’t know I had, I told Cruz, “I want them to watch. I want to feel their eyes on me,” knowing they would both hear me in the quiet room with only the sound of gushing pussy and ass slappin’ against balls as music.

It felt like time stood still as they walked to us, but when they got within grabbing distance, I found myself reaching out one arm to grip Storm, while the other went for Titan.

My eyes looked up to Storm first, as I momentarily stopped riding Cruz when Storm tweaked one of my nipples, causing me to gasp in pleasure.

When Titan bent down to lick from my collarbone to my ear, the sensation caused me to buck on Cruz’s dick in a way that made him groan.

“I was wrong before,” I muttered, overstimulated in every way. “Maybe I am ready to fuck all three of you.”

Storm lightly chuckled. “We’re not goin’ anywhere.” His eyes met Cruz’s, then Titan’s, before returning to me. “Besides, watchin’ you get fucked tonight is betta than whatever movie we were about to see next.”

Cruz slapped my ass.

“Now give us a show,” Titan voiced, the power behind his request irrefutable.

I almost saluted at all three them, but Cruz began thrusting into me, causing my thoughts to frazzle.

When I released my hold on Storm and Titan, they wasted no time returning to the chairs they were occupying before they left, causing me to wonder if they had really needed to leave or if maybe they had felt it, too.

The shift and crackling tension between me and Cruz that had been bubbling beneath the surface for weeks.

Months.

Hell, even years.

And if they did, then they must have also noticed that Cruz hadn’t been the only man I couldn’t keep my eyes off of. It was Storm’s lean muscle and intuitive eyes that always made me feel like he was unraveling me with every word he spoke and every way he said it.

It was Titan’s protective stare that made me want to push his buttons to see how unbalanced he looked when he released his control since I knew even then, he’d put my needs before his own.

Did they know that listening to them joke around and shoot the shit with each other was like the best kind of foreplay for my heart right now?

My eyes found Titan to my right, relishing in the way that his clenched jaw and crossed arms were composed.

Yet, his eyes were what gave him away as he hungrily watched the way I rode Cruz’s dick and gave him the show he requested, causing him to let out a noise that I swore was a grunt of satisfaction.

Switching my gaze to my left, I saw that Storm had already removed his dick from his pants, and was stroking it up and down so sexily, my lips parted when it glistened in the dim light with pre-cum, making me to wonder how long they had been watching me before I spotted them.

I wanted to kiss the seriousness from Titan’s face, then lick the pre-cum from Storm’s dick, but nothing was gonna stop me in this moment from continuing to ride my mess—my Cruz—when his thumb brushed against my clit again, while his other hand tightly gripped my ass.

Our moves were synchronized as his dick thrusted inside of my pussy, each stroke hitting my sweet spot with perfect precision.

Knowing that the guys were watching me was only heightening my emotions, forcing me to close my eyes in pleasure even though all I wanted to do was study every crease in Cruz’s face as he bought us both over the edge, while learning how Storm made himself cum, and detecting how dark into the void could Titan’s eyes go before he reached his limit.

Oh God! I screamed into the ceiling as my filthy orgasm slapped me across the cheek, demanding that I open my eyes in time to witness that cocky ass smirk fill Cruz’s face when that barbell twirled across the tip of his thumb as he licked a combination of my blood and cum off of it.

So many thoughts swarmed through my mind in that moment, but I silenced everything as I watched my beautiful mess succumb to his own orgasm in a way that was so goddamn satisfying, my pussy convulsed around him.

When the aftershocks caused me to tremble, his hands gripped my shoulders, keeping me on his lap as I saw nothing but dark red stars the color of blood.

It seemed to take forever before I was able to come back to reality, not knowing when we had left the living room or how I had gotten in Cruz’s arms.

“You passed out on the couch,” he explained as he placed me in his bed, not mine.

“I’m sorry,” I muttered.

“Don’t be,” he said, going into his bathroom for a minute.

I briefly admire his room, releasing a small giggle when I noticed he did indeed have a lot of plants in here like he and the guys were discussing when I first moved in.

Moved in … It felt like ages ago that I showed up on their doorstep, but it had only been two and a half weeks.

Their lives had started to intertwine with mine in ways I never expected.

The quiet check-ins, the way they looked at me like they saw the loss clinging to me even when I tried to hide it.

Maybe it was because I noticed them clinging to theirs, too.

I still had so many unanswered questions, but the way their presence filled the silence that had been in my head since Rev passed away was just enough to keep me from slipping too far into the grief.

Maybe I should’ve left before I got attached. Before the lines blurred between a shared loss, evolving friendships, and me fuckin’ Cruz on the couch while Storm and Titan watched.

But I hadn’t left. In fact, it was my idea to stay here in the first place. And when Cruz returned with a glass bowl, two rags, and his favorite shower gel and started to clean off the blood and cum from my body, I worried that it may be too late.

“I should get to my room,” I told Cruz. “I don’t have any of my feminine products here and?—”

My words ceased when he placed a tote bag next to me that was full of all different sized tampons, pads, chocolate, candy, a hot water bottle, electrolytes, vitamins, and everything else a woman could want during her cycle.

“H-How did you know to do this?” I asked, my lips parting in complete shock.

He shrugged as if it was no big deal. “You hadn’t gotten your period since you moved in, so I figured I would put you together a kit for when you started. It’s no biggie. I’ve done this for you before.”

I shook my head. “Only one time when I called you while I was away at college, and you happened to be close by and we hung out.”

When his eyes finally met mine, the vulnerability in them took my breath away.