14. Emma

Chapter 14

Emma

A s I lie there, wrapped in the warmth of three bodies, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. My dad's hockey team turned out to be more than just a bunch of guys on ice skates; they became my sanctuary.

Lachlan's breathing slows, and he nuzzles closer to me. "Are you okay?" he asks softly, brushing a strand of hair from my face.

"Yes," I murmur, snuggling deeper into his side. Taran's fingers trace lazy patterns on my arm, and Keir's arm tightens around my waist. "No complaints here."

We lie in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow. The early evening outside is quiet. It's nearly surreal how serene everything feels.

"So," Lachlan begins after a beat, propping himself up on one elbow. "Pizza?"

"Definitely time for pizza!" Taran exclaims, sitting up. "I'm starving. I'll go order."

"Pepperoni and lots of it!" I call out as he hastens nakey through the house to dig out a take-away menu from somewhere. I don't even know if we have any, but his cute arse disappearing out of the bedroom is too adorable for me to mention this.

Keir chuckles, pulling me closer to his chest. "You know, I always thought team bonding exercises were a bit overrated," he murmurs into my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

Lachlan laughs softly, shaking his head. "You're ridiculous, mate," he says before he leans down to kiss me gently on the lips. "But yeah, I think this one went rather well."

"Can't disagree there," I reply, smiling up at him. The warmth of their bodies and the affection in their eyes make me feel more cherished than ever.

Taran returns with a triumphant grin on his face. "Found the menu! Pizza will be here in thirty minutes." He plops back onto the bed beside me, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead.

"Perfect," Lachlan says, lying back down to pull me closer. "Just enough time for a quick kip."

We all laugh together, our bodies tangled and comfortable as we settle into the soft linens of the bed. The camaraderie feels natural, as if we've been doing this forever.

"What shall we do while we wait?" I ask, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Keir leans in, brushing his lips against my ear. "I can think of a few things," he whispers, sending a delightful shiver down my spine.

Taran grins mischievously, his hand running down my side. "How about a rematch? See if we can make Emma scream louder than before?"

Lachlan chuckles, shaking his head. "Your competitive streak hasn't dulled."

"Hey, you're the one who suggested pizza," Taran teases. "Now we've got thirty minutes to kill."

"Or thirty minutes to fill," Keir adds with a wink.

I laugh, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as they all look at me with hungry eyes. "You three are going to be the death of me."

Lachlan smirks and kisses me deeply, his hand sliding up to cup my breast. "We'll take good care of you, don't worry."

Keir's fingers brush over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me. "Let's see how many times we can make her come before the pizza gets here," he suggests.

Taran nuzzles into my neck, his breath hot against my skin. "Challenge accepted."

Before I can protest – not that I want to – their hands and mouths move over my body with renewed intensity. Lachlan's lips find mine again, his kiss possessive and demanding. Taran's mouth trails down my neck to suckle at my collarbone, while Keir's hands roam lower, teasingly close to where I want him the most.

The mounting tension coils through me like a spring, each caress and kiss edging me closer to another release. I moan into Lachlan's mouth, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him even closer.

Keir's fingers finally dip between my thighs, finding me already wet and so ready. "Fuck, Emma," he groans as he slides a finger inside me. "You're incredible."

I writhe against them, the sensation of their combined touches overwhelming. Taran's tongue flicks over my nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core. "Let's see how loud we can make her scream this time," he murmurs, his voice vibrating against my skin.

Keir adds another finger inside me, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot, and I arch off the bed with a cry of pleasure. Taran's hand joins in, his thumb circling my clit in tantalising motions.

"You're fucking gorgeous like this," Lachlan whispers. His cock is hard against my thigh, and I reach down to stroke him, earning a deep growl from him.

Keir's pace quickens, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Lachlan's teeth graze my neck as Taran's tongue swirls around my nipple with maddening skill. My whole body trembles with anticipation.

"Come for us again, Emma," Keir commands softly as he adds a third finger, stretching me deliciously. I can't hold back any longer. My body tenses, arching up as I shatter into a million pieces, crying out their names.

The room spins in a haze of euphoria as they lavish me with praise and gentle touches. Lachlan kisses me deeply, swallowing my moans as I come down from the high. Taran's lips find mine next, a tender contrast to the raw passion that just engulfed us. Keir's hands don't leave my body, stroking soothingly along my sides and thighs.

"I love you, Emma Louise Thornton," Keir murmurs against my lips, his voice raw with emotion.

I cup his face and press my lips gently to his kiss. "I love you too."

His face lights up, and I smile shyly, enjoying this time and this moment with them all.

Taran glances at the clock on the bedside table and smirks. "And with five minutes to spare before the pizza arrives."

"Talk about perfect timing," Lachlan comments, rolling off the bed to look for his jeans. He pulls them on, leaving them open as the doorbell rings. He heads down the hallway to grab the pizza while Keir helps me into his massive tee.

"Don't want you to spill pizza down your tits," he remarks with a smirk.

"Speak for yourself," Taran says. "I could think of nothing better than eating pepperoni off her nipples."

"Eww. No thanks. Greasy and messy," I say with a laugh as Lachlan hurries into the room, laden down and kicks the door closed.

"How many pizzas did you buy?" I ask with wide eyes.

"Four," Taran says, eyeing them up and reaching for the top box, peering into it. "I'm a growing boy."

Snickering, I grab a slice from the box Taran is holding. "Growing boy, my arse. You're just greedy."

Taran grins before taking a massive bite. "Potato, po-tah-to."

We all settle back onto the bed, munching on pizza with our limbs still tangled together. It's messy and chaotic, and my room will stink for days, and the bedding needs a good launder, but it feels like home.

"You look good in my shirt, by the way," Keir murmurs.

"Better than he does," Taran quips, taking another slice.

"Can't argue with that," Lachlan laughs around a mouthful of pizza, chucking a balled-up napkin at him.

I laugh, feeling lighter than I have in ages. "You make me so happy!" I blurt out on the verge of tears, mortified beyond belief.

Lachlan pulls me into his arms. "You make us beyond ecstatic. But no tears are allowed on pizza night."

Keir wipes a fallen tear off my cheek with a grin. "You're stuck with us now, Emmy."

"Yeah, no take-backs," Taran chimes in, leaning over to steal another kiss.

I chuckle through my tears. They're right—this is where I belong, chaos and all. I lean back against the pillows, surrounded by these incredible men who've somehow become my everything.