There’s a message from Bliss on my phone, checking in. I let her know that we’ve moved into a house, but I leave out any description of this behemoth. Maybe I’ll do a video chat with her at somepoint and show her around, but right now, I feel like I’d be bragging. She’s returned to normal life, and I’m living inside a fantasy.
When I yawn for the third time, I go indoors and find my things so I can get ready for bed. The pink bags are still sitting there, a reminder that the Curran brothers would probably prefer that I don’t wear my plaid flannel tonight.
BRON
It’s pitch black out when we leave the studio.
“Shit, what time is it?” Conal asks as we pass by a window.
I check my watch. “Nearly eleven.”
“Damn. We left Hazel alone all fucking day.” He picks up his pace and takes the stairs two at a time, with Rafe and I right behind him.
I’m tired, but when we get to the bedroom and find Hazel asleep on top of the covers wearing a small pink lacy thing, I’m suddenly wide awake.
The lights are still on, and she stirs as we approach the bed. As Conal sits down next to her, her eyes open.
“I’m sorry we ran so long today, babe. Are you okay?” he asks.
“I’m fine. I just got sleepy.”
“You can’t go to sleep without goodnight kisses,” he teases, and her lips curl into an enticing grin.
“I was just napping.” She pushes herself up onto her elbows, and the new position makes her tits look spectacular. Not that they need any special positioning. The pink thing she’s wearing is perfection, but good as she looks in it, I can’t wait to take it off her.
“I’m glad you’re awake, because I’m still craving a muffin,” I tell her.
She blinks. “Are there any left? If not, I can make more tomorrow.”
“Not the kind of muffin I’m talking about.”
Her eyes widen as I crawl between her legs for the taste I’ve been missing all day. Usually, all I think about is the music when we’re playing, but anytime I didn’t need to focus today, my mind kept returning to her soft, creamy thighs and how good it was to be between them.
She spreads her legs for me, and my cock goes hard when I see she’s not wearing anything beneath the pink lace. Knowing she was waiting for us and wanting this makes it even better.
Before I can fully dive in, though, she scoots backward. “You’ve all been making me feel good, but I don’t want things to only go one way. I want to make you feel good, too.” Conal starts to say something, but she continues. “Will you all teach me what you like best?”
Fuck.My cock is not only hard now, but threatening to burst out of my jeans. I don’t just want that pussy. I need that pussy.
“We can definitely do that, Hazel,” I tell her. “In a few minutes.”
She squeals as I tug her toward me and bury my face in her sweet spot. In record time, I have her squirming, moaning, and then crying out as she comes.
She recovers quickly but looks uneasy. “Is anyone else still in the house?” she asks.
“The housekeeper stays here, but she’s in the casita all the way on the other side of the building,” Conal says.
“Why? Are you afraid of being loud?” I flash Hazel a mischievous grin and dive back in to give her orgasm number two, while Conal encourages her to be as vocal as she wants. He and Rafe surround her, each of them taking one of her breasts in his mouth.
When she comes again, sheislouder. With each climax, she seems to become more comfortable with her own pleasure, and I love seeing it.
She sits up again, looking dazed, and reaches for Conal. As I continue to lick and stroke her pussy, Conal opens his belt and zipper and encourages her to explore.
I’m going slower now, not wanting to overstimulate her, but I do aim to make it hard for her to focus as she slides a hand into my brother’s pants.
She looks daunted by the size of him, and her innocent reactions are a surprising turn-on.
“Like this?” she asks, wrapping her small fist around him. He adjusts her hand and shows her a good rhythm. She’s tentative at first, but is soon off and running.
