“I’m buying you an anal plug.”
With a sigh, I slowly turn my head as a very long leg drapes over mine from the other side, a long arm wrapping around my chest underneath Leo’s and holding tight. A chin comes to rest on my shoulder and as soon as my blurry eyes open and focus, I’m met with an intense gun metal gray stare and blinding smile. “Excuse me?”
Norm crawls up the bed in nothing but a pair of shorts, wiggling around on top of me and Leo until he’s burrowed and cozy with his head on my shoulder and limbs tangled with ours while Lucky scoots closer. “An anal plug. I’m going to buy you one.”
“An anal plug?” I arch a brow then watch Pete shed every stitch of clothing he had on, climb onto the bed behind Leonor and spoon her so hard he shakes the mattress. He reaches out over our girl and Norm, lacing his fingers with Lucky’s so we’re basically all trapped underneath their wall of arms. “How long have you waited to say that to me?”
“Long time. Too long, Markus.”
I roll my eyes. “That’s weird.”
“Not when you think about it from my perspective.” Lucky shrugs a shoulder as I turn to face him fully. “I don’t see you as a bottom, though.”
“No?” What an odd fucking conversation to have right after waking up from a nap. Not unexpected, just strange.
Luck shakes his head. “Nah, that weapon between your thighs deserves to do all the damage. Norm will like it. Hell, so will we but I don’t see you bottoming.” Then his lips curve into something sort of evil. “Yet.”
And I can’t help but laugh.
I guess I didn’t really need to worry about any of that shit.
Should have known better with these guys, and I might still feel leery but I’m not as concerned anymore.
“Hence, starting you with the anal plug.”
“Ah,” I say with a nod. “Start small, see if I like it. Gotcha.”
“Exactly. Just don’t be shocked when Leo gives you a rim job or slips her finger in your ass while she’s going down on you.”
I do not need to get a boner right now.
I’m half naked under the sheet and basically any of them would feel it in this position, and I’m not sure I’m quite ready for what that’ll turn into.
Filthy minded group of fucks.
That’s what we are.
Proven when Lucky chuckles and leans in close, his mouth by my ear as he reaches down and gives my dick a quick squeeze. “Don’t be shocked when one of us does it, either.”
Ignoring what that does to me right now, I smirk in his face as he backs up a bit. “Gotta wine and dine me first, big guy.”
“Then I get to sixty-nine you.”
“Something like that.” Luck innocently wraps his arm around my gut and I hold my breath, almost like I need to suck it in even though he knows it’s there. I haven’t been shirtless in front of any of them in a long time and that’s something I’m going to struggle with, I’m sure.
It’s also something Lucky picks up on immediately.
“Markus,” he says as he moves his hand higher, grabbing my chin through my beard. He searches my eyes for a beat before a small, genuine smile forms on his face. “We love you.” Lucky leans in and gives me the sweetest, briefest kiss I’ve ever had. “We’ll go at your pace no matter what because of it, and that’s all I’m going to say about that right now.”
Filthy minded or not, these fucks are my best friends and that right there is one of the millions of reasons why.
29
THREE YEARS AGO
“Hey, give me a quick second... I can’t find my fucking T-shirt...” I say digging through my duffle as the door behind me clicks shut.
I stand and attempt to shake the wrinkles out of my favorite Norma Jean T, one of my go-to shirts ever since we saw them live but as soon as my arms are out in front of me, I quickly double over at the waist. The breath is knocked from my lungs as something plunges into my back, hard and deliberate, slicing through my flesh and muscle with purpose.
