24. ~Colton~

24

~Colton~

I woke up groggily and plagued by one hell of a hangover.

The first thing I noticed beyond my pounding head and weariness was a hand wrapped around my dick.

Blinking to clear my muddied vision, I looked to see that I was sprawled out butt-naked on my front, my dick in Mason's hand as he slept on his back in a pair of boxers, his arms stretched out, the other flung over Bree's breasts over the covers.

She was the only one wrapped up in the covers, but it wouldn't have matter warmth-wise if she hadn't been because Lev was wrapped all over her at the far end of the bed to me, his boxer's robe loosely tied around me and only just covering his dick and a small part of that sexy ripped torso of his. His arms were covered more than anything else.

It looked like Bree was in just her bra and panties from what I could see—and what I remembered.

I had a very specific memory of us licking her through all that hot-as-sin lace and making her come just from that. It had been hella erotic.

Mason's idea.

He had some dirty ones, that was for sure. He just hadn't flexed that muscle for a while. But now he was, I was beyond excited to be a part of it.

Not just sexually-speaking, but for the whole thing.

Now he was free, it changed everything.

And we'd sure celebrated the fuck out of it last night.

Keeping my dick nestled in the warmth of his palm, I craned my neck over my shoulder and took in the place.

We were in the room that had been assigned to Bree, and it was a real mess right now.

Liquor bottles were everywhere.

My rumballs were over the floor and spilled across the dresser.

There were two burned out cigars that I recalled Mason and Lev smoking up a storm with.

A serving tray full of half-eaten sandwiches was on the coffee table in the seating area in the corner, alongside the crumbs left from a stuffed crust pizza—Levi's favorite kind.

Our clothes were all over the place and mixed up.

Levi's hoodie was flung over a lampshade,

Bree's dress was hanging over the chandelier high above in the ceiling.

Damn.

The stale smell of smoke and booze was thankfully eased a little by Bree's sweet and refreshing coconut scent cutting through it.

I looked over at her and how cute she looked while she was sleeping.

Lev was right up there with that too.

And Mason usually slept with a scowl on his face, but right now he had a smile spread over his face and he looked so peaceful.

With Peter and Shirley Hall finally out of his life I wasn't surprised.

"Grind into my hand again and I'm gonna eat your dick."

I jolted and looked to see Mason's eyes opening, that smile widening.

"I didn't realize I was doing it. It's not my fault that your hand feels so good." I grinned. "And was that supposed to be a threat, because, come on."

His eyes hooded, surprising me.

It wasn't usually easy to get him going.

I was used to that layer of inhibition and shame from him at the outset, meaning he rarely made the first move and only really took the lead when he was already consumed by pleasure, his brain on lockdown.

He tightened his grip around my cock and started stroking me.

A long groan left me and I worked my hips, grinding harder into his hand as pleasure built.

"Ungh, Mason, yeah."

Playfulness danced in his eyes.

And then he abruptly removed his hand.

"What the—"

He cupped my cheek. "Greedy boy. I was just giving you a little pleasure to offset the hangover that I can see all over you."

"Taking it all the way would've done that a whole lot better," I groused.

"Yeah, that was mean," Bree's voice sounded.

I rolled onto my side to see her sleepy eyes looking our way.

Mason reached out and played with her wild hair. "If I'd made him come, with the way he's feeling, he would've passed out for several more hours, and we'd end up wasting the day away when there's very few left of this calm before the storm until we're in the heat of dangerous battle and then, after, heading back to Stonewell with college and me starting work on building a new career from scratch again."

"Hey, I thought your Killjoy ways were done?" Lev said, waking up too and nuzzling Bree's shoulder from behind.

She turned into it and gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"I was even working on a new nickname for you outside of that and the Hex one," Lev told him.

"That is all done with," Mason assured him. He slapped my ass, making it bounce, then told Lev, "We just need to save it for the shower is all."

"Mmm, I'm liking that," Lev said.

"Me too," Bree added in, her eyes hooding.

Mmm.

In the next moment, we were all pushing off the bed.

A squeal came from Bree as Lev lunged at her and grabbed her in a fireman lift.

Mason and I laughed as we headed for the bathroom, following him in.

I walked to the large glass spa-like shower with the gold trim that was big enough to fit three sets of us inside, and I switched on the shower, getting it nice and hot.

By the time I turned back, Mason was butt-naked and helping Lev strip Bree of her pink bra and panties, all that sexy lace skimming down her soft skin. She was giggling and chasing their lips, to which they happily obliged.

I got in on the excitement and grabbed her hips and carried her into the shower.

As soon as we were inside, I eased her under the water and palmed her breasts as I leaned in and slicked my tongue over her jaw and throat, teasing her with my stud.

"Colt. Your briefs," Lev called as he and Mason entered the shower.

"Nah, forget it," Mason said, making me smile because he wasn't bringing his usual worry and control to the party.

He proved that even more in the next moment as he dropped to his knees, shifting between Bree and me, then mouthed my cock through my underwear.

"Ungh," I groaned, throwing my head back.

"God," Bree exclaimed, watching Mason and getting off on the eroticism.

I turned my head as Lev was suddenly there licking and biting my shoulder, before moving up and crushing his mouth to mine.

I heard Bree cry out and I looked to see Lev had thrust two fingers deep inside her cunt while teasing me.

He eased off me, then lowered himself to a crouch in front of Bree, twisting his fingers inside her as he then dragged his tongue through her folds.

"God, Levi! Yes!" she cried in that hot sex voice of hers, deeper and raspier than her usual tone.

And so breathy and sexy.

I watched him edge her, lapping up her taste as his tongue explored every inch of her folds. Then he dipped his tongue inside, sliding deeper slowly and making her really feel him. it had her clawing at the shower wall behind her, her thighs shaking at his teasing.

He eased his tongue out, then spread her slickness all over her clit, before then sucking it into her mouth.

"Fucking shit," I breathed.

Watching the sight of her being pleasured, combined with Mason mouthing me through my underwear had my cock straining painfully against the tight fabric.

"Mason," I pleaded.

He grinned up at me, then yanked my underwear off me, tossing them in the corner of the shower.

A tremble of need rolled through me, thinking I was about to feel his mouth on me skin-to-skin, but then he rose to his feet and guided me over to the shower bench instead. "After Levi makes her come her brains out, we're gonna slam her dripping cunt down onto your cock, gorgeous." He slapped my ass cheeks in turn. "And you're gonna grind nice and easy into her, torturing her sweet spot."

"And then?" I breathed, taken with his words.

"And then , you'll see."

"Tease," I uttered, before he slapped my ass again, then had me sit on the bench.

He stood there and grabbed my cock, stroking me in a barely-there teasing way, not giving me enough for the pleasure to climb any higher, but keeping me there in a state of desperate desire.

A strangled cry from Bree had me looking out to see Levi holding her steady with a palm to her stomach as she convulsed and came all over his tongue.

She was still in the throes of it when he and Mason exchanged a look, and then Levi was carrying her over to us.

The next thing I knew, they were sliding her onto my cock, her back to my front, reverse cowgirl style.

She cried out as I rolled my hips and sank deep inside her slickness.

"Mmm… fuck, yeah," I groaned as she clenched down around me.

"Colt," she breathed, resting her head back on my shoulder as I ground into her slow and deep.

She tried to buck against me, to thrust back and make me give her more, but Mason interrupted before she could, easing us back on the bench.

And then Lev was climbing on.

The next thing I knew, he was rubbing his cock through her folds, then dipping inside.

"Oh shit," I choked, realizing what he was gonna do.

My balls drew tight, shudders of pleasure shooting through me as his cock slid along mine as he eased inside her cunt too.

"Ah!" Bree cried. "Oh fuck."

"Want me to stop?" Lev asked her, always checking with her in his awesome way.

"The opposite," she gasped out. "Please. I want you to fill me. So full, so fucking full," she started murmuring, lost to the moment.

Mason walked over and crouched down by her head, gliding his cock along her cheek, wiping his pre-cum on her skin.

The degradation of it had her clenching down around mine and Levi's cocks and bucking her hips.

The motion jerked Lev in deep all of a sudden, messing with his careful approach.

"Shit!" she cried at the sensation.

He stilled and I rocked just slightly.

Lev started teasing her clit, softly stroking in a teasing way that had her moaning out and loosening enough around us so he could start to move.

"Yes! God!" she cried. "More! Please, more!"

"Damn, that was quick, cutie. Figured you'd need more time to adjust."

"Nah," Mason said. "She likes a little pain with her pleasure." He glided his cock over her nose, her eyes. "You like feeling the burn, don't you, dark angel? Look at you taking two big cocks in your cunt. Still not enough is it? Always so greedy."

"Yes!" she cried, his words driving her crazy.

Dirty bastard. I loved it when he got like this.

Mason grasped her jaw and she opened her mouth involuntarily—just like he'd intended.

And then he shoved his cock straight down her throat, pumping hard and fast and fucking viciously right off the bat. As she gagged at the sudden intrusion, his eyes rolled back in his head. He pulled out, then stuffed his cock back down her throat.

Her eyes were so glazed and consumed by it all and she relaxed, taking him deep over and over, despite the ferocity of his thrusts.

At the same time, Lev and I started alternating ours, picking up our pace until we were fucking the hell out of her cunt.

It was such a tight fit, every motion was insane bliss.

I could barely breathe through it, let alone hold on for the long haul.

Mason reached underneath us and I felt him shove a finger into her ass, twisting and curling.

It was one insane stimulation too many and she bucked like crazy and came all over our dicks, screaming the damn shower down.

"Damn!" I cried as her pulsing cunt milked my cock and I came inside her.

"Motherfucker!" Lev roared as he felt it over his shaft, pushing him over the edge.

He pulled out and came all over her stomach.

A moment later, Mason shot his load down her throat, saving a little to paint her breasts until she was covered in us.

Ours.

I eased out of her and pulled her onto my lap. "Okay, cutie?"

She leaned back against me, a dazed smile playing on her lips. "Perfect."

We chuckled and then Lev and Mason wrapped themselves around us too, holding her and giving her that comfort that we made sure we always did after an intense fuck.

I ruffled my hair with one of the super-soft hand towels to dispel the extra moisture. I couldn't fix it into my mohawk until it wasn't dripping all over the place.

"That was one hell of a party last night." I smirked. "And this morning," I said as I made my way back into the bedroom.

Mason was pulling his jeans back on, going commando. Damn, I loved seeing the old him, the real him coming out in all these different ways, some subtle, some brazen.

Bree was wrapped in a fuzzy white robe that Roman's staff had put in every guestroom for us, and Levi was in just his boxers as he towel dried Bree's hair while the two of them sat on the wraparound couch in the seating area.

I plopped down beside them, bouncing them a little, especially Bree, and earning a giggle from her.

"Sure was, cupcake."

"Mason deserved it," Bree said. "What happened yesterday was a major cause for celebration."

"What happened because of you, you mean, dark angel?" he said, taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table right in front of us.

"I might have destroyed his leverage, but you did all the rest."

"It took guts to stand up to that motherfucker," Lev said. He grinned. "And to use your cement block punch on him."

Mason winced. "Yeah, that wasn't planned. But when I saw him touch Bree, all bets were off."

"Good thing you reacted, because he would've died right there like a fucking bitch if I'd gotten there first."

"Lovely, it's okay," Bree said, stroking his arm.

Mason took her hand. "No, it's not okay. Even a slight touch from him is unacceptable."

"Creeper of the Century," I bit out.

That guy had always freaked me out with that, the twisted vibe he'd had.

At least now we wouldn't have to deal with it anymore.

Bree was on the same page, telling Mason, "It doesn't matter now, it's over, he's out of your life."

"Yeah," Mason breathed, amazement dancing in his eyes. "I'm still wrapping my head around it all, what it all means as well. So many changes." His whole face lit up. "All of which I'm looking forward to."

I tossed my wet towel on Mason's lap.

He shook his head at me and I thought the usual sort of reprimand was coming for when I was messy.

But then he grinned and placed it on top of his head and sank back against the couch, folding his arms across his chest and giving me a self-satisfied look.

I burst out laughing. "Shit, I love it, gorgeous!"

"Me too," Lev said, smiling.

Although, it was fleeting with him lately. The smiling and joking around. He was really stressed about trying to track down Malcolm Lynch, feeling the pressure of it.

And worse, the desperation.

He wanted it so badly.

He needed it.

Like Mason with his father, defeating Lynch was the key to Lev finally being at peace.

Once it was done, all of us would be in good places. There'd be nothing holding us back or eating us up from within.

I leaned against him and kissed his cheek. "Almost there, brother. Then Hellraiser can come out and play one last time."

"Well, it won't be completely the last time. I'm still gonna do a little street fighting here and there. But for fun."

"You are?" Bree asked.

"Yeah. Why? You don't like that?" he said, eyeing her curiously.

"No, I do. I actually think it's a good outlet. I know your dad wanted you to give it all up, but the street fighting isn't the same. It's a sport to you basically. A fucked-up sport, but still. It'll help to offset giving up all the rest." She shifted to face him head on, curling her legs up under her. "And I'm gonna come down and cheer you on when you start back up once we get back to Stonewell."

"Cheer me on, hmm? Is that instead of kicking me in the balls?"

"Well, we'll have to see. It depends if you really piss me off again, right?"

"Oh, baby, you're so fucked."

He lunged at her then, driving her down into the couch and tickling the crap out of her, making her giggle and shriek.

Unfortunately, before Mason and I could join in on the fun, Lev's phone chimed with a sound I hadn't heard from it before. He must've set up a special alert.

He stilled.

Then he was pushing off Bree and darting across the bedroom to one of the nightstands. He snatched it up. "Christ."

"What? What's happened?" Bree asked.

"We have a situation?" Mason questioned.

"Shit," I uttered, worriedly.

But then Lev smiled.

His eyes darkened.

That dangerous look rose to the surface.

And then he told us, "I've found Lynch."