54. Some of Our Friends Use Batteries

Briar

Everything's dark. They've blindfolded me with Hollis's sleeping mask. Seductive music beats through my body. Hands slide up my legs. Lips trace my belly. A tongue flicks against the shell of my ear.

I know who's touching me. But I also don't. I can tell Rhys's scent—cedar and spice—as he nibbles on my earlobe, and I can feel Hollis's strong hands on my thighs, Gavin's rougher ones on my tits.

But then, everything in my mind scrambles as they move around. And I don't know who's doing what. I'm being touched everywhere and I can't move. All I can do is arch my hips. "Please," I whimper.

"Ask for it," Rhys demands, and I catalog that he's to my left.

"Touch me," I beg, and the second I say it I expect a mouth on my pussy.

But instead, there's the slide of a drawer opening. A clatter of plastic. Then Rhys's instructions. "For you. And you and you," Rhys says, like he's handing something to each man.

I shake, so eager, so ready.

Then moan when someone presses a toy to my center. I cant my hips, seeking out the vibrations. "That's right, baby," Hollis says, urging me on.

He must be between my thighs. Rhys is stroking my hair. A firm hand kneads my tits.

Lust pulses through my veins as I arch. "More, harder," I pant.

"Anything for you, baby," Hollis murmurs as hands roam over me and lips travel on my skin.

Feels like a brand-new toy that he's using. Maybe a bullet vibrator—I'm not sure. And I don't honestly care since my thighs clench and I cry out as an orgasm crashes into me.

Hot, fast, and bright.

And so loud. My sounds echo off the walls till I come down.

When Hollis turns off the toy, he brushes a tender kiss to my pussy before he moves away.

Several seconds later, the mattress dips. Men shift. I wait.

"Gonna fuck you with this toy," Gavin tells me, and I try to catch my breath. I barely can since he's turned it on and the buzzing sound is loud, a promise of a powerful orgasm. He rubs the head of a silicone cock against me.

I rock up into the new toy as Gavin works it over on me. Hollis returns to my side, his fresh, soapy scent floating past me as Rhys kneads my breasts.

"Feels so good," I murmur as Gavin fucks me with the toy.

I'm shaking, shuddering, and they're all murmuring words like "yes" and "so sexy" and "look at you" and it's the perfect amount of praise—not too much, not too little. Just right.

They're not treating me like I've been perfectly cured of my O drought, but like they know sometimes a night just calls for extra friends that require batteries.

Gavin hits me so deep with the dildo that my brain just melts. "Yes!"

And I'm coming again, the kind of orgasm that's a hot rush, a molten cascade of sensations. It's so good, I'm sweating, and I'm sure they're going to untie me.

But a minute later, Rhys is kissing my thighs, rubbing his stubble against the soft skin, then turning on the very first toy they used on me.

The one that feels like a tongue.

He slides it up, down, up, down while Gavin sucks on my nipple and Hollis kisses me, and I am sure that this is part of what makes a great boyfriend.

The way they adore me.

The way they take care of me.

Like that, I shatter once more.

As I come down, they kiss me. I'm so drunk on coming that I can barely tell who's kissing me.

They all are.

And I know they orchestrated tonight solely for me. I know in the deepest part of my heart that they expect nothing in return. I could go to sleep and they'd tuck me in and turn off the lights, then bring me a coffee in the morning.

They are well and truly the most giving lovers.

But I've learned something else too.

These are the lovers I want to give myself to.

These are the men who deserve me.

So I ask them to untie me. When they're done, I tell Gavin to lie down on the bed and take off his clothes. He's naked in no time. I cover him with a condom and sink down on him.

He hisses in a breath then clamps his hands on my hips. A jolt of heat rushes down my body, and briefly I turn to Rhys, giving him a nod that I hope he knows means he's next.

Then, I turn my focus to Gavin, gazing at me the whole time as I ride him.

I fuck him for him. "Come for me," I urge when his breath turns shallow, frantic.

He grits his teeth, then groans.

Before I can even climb off him, Rhys is ready. "Put me on my hands and knees," I tell him.

"Anything for you," he says, then flips me over and fills me.

He takes me like that, hard, fast, determined. I claw at the covers, loving the way I feel when he fucks me. "Don't wait for me," I whisper.

Rhys listens to that too.

I'm so grateful. I don't want them to concentrate on me. I don't want them to try to make me come again. Right now, I want them to feel what I've felt. That incandescent rush of letting go when someone only gives to you.

When he's finished, I offer myself to Hollis, lying flat on my back, wrapping my legs around him, then watching the handsome face of the man who started this quest for me as he falls apart inside of me.

Tonight, I give them my body. But really, a piece of my heart.

A little later, we're in the hot tub with charcoal face masks on and champagne glasses in our hands, and I toast. "To cracking the case of the missing O."

Everyone clinks.

"Glad we could help you find it," Hollis says.

"Glad you wanted us to," Rhys adds.

"Glad you let me be a part of it," Gavin says.

My heart surges for my friends.

I repeat the word in my head—friends. I repeat it as a reminder of what's next. I repeat it because this week was so much more than friendship.

And I'm going to miss them when this ends in another day.