Jay
Frost'smouth tasted like apples, sweet and fresh. They were his fruit of choice, along with bananas. Both kinds. Mine was currently standing at half-mast, but growing quickly.
Before I met Chelsea and him, I thought about sex as often as the average guy my age. Since meeting them, I seemed to be permanently hard. Or at least semi-hard. The best thing was, there was always someone around to help me with that. I'd lost count of how many orgasms I've had in the last couple of weeks. It wasn't too surprising that Dallas was addicted to Chelsea. I could get addicted to coming so often.
Frost's stubble scraped against mine, his tongue pressing into my mouth. The guy definitely knew how to kiss. I was disappointed when he broke off.
"Do you want to go to your room where it's quieter?" he asked.
My heart thudded hard in my chest. "I love you," I said without thinking. "I love you and I love Atlas and I'd love Chelsea." I looked at each of them in turn. "You get me." They always understood what I needed, sometimes before I did.
"I love you too." Frost kissed the tip of my nose.
"So do I," Atlas said, sounding slowly choked, like he was trying to hold back emotions. For a big guy, who put on a mask of bravado, he felt things deeply. Being a part of this family meant as much to him as it did to me. Of course it did; why else would he put up with Storm?
"I love you too," Chelsea said. She put a hand on my bicep and softly kissed my mouth.
"Will you come with us?" I said to her and Atlas. "I'd like to be alone with the three of you."
"We'll be fine," Storm said. If he was put out, he didn't show it for once. Was he getting softer and more accepting as he got to know all of us? This might be the real him and he hadn't let anyone see it before. If that was the case, I hoped he showed that side of himself more often. I liked it.
Dallas didn't look so certain, but he stepped away to the kitchen.
Ramsey muttered something about having a shower before disappearing in the direction of his room.
"Let's go then." Frost laced his fingers in mine and tugged me behind him, in the direction of my bedroom.
The other guys had personalised their bedrooms with different furniture and art on the walls. In comparison, the room I shared with Atlas was simple and plain. The walls were bare and the furniture minimal. Bed, tables to either side, TV on a stand against the wall. Uncluttered and tidy, the way I liked it.
I felt all of that acutely as we stepped into the room. Like maybe Chelsea and Frost would take a look around and make suggestions for things I should change.
They didn't. Neither said a word as Chelsea closed the door behind her and everyone started to tear off their clothes. Socks, shirts and underwear went flying.
Atlas quickly shoved everything aside with his foot, making a pile which would have to be sorted through later. I coulddeal with that. I preferred my chaos to be organised. Since this resulted in three other naked people, I found I couldn't complain about the mess too much anyway. My attention was occupied taking in the view.
"Sometimes, I think I must be dreaming," I said slowly. "How did I get here, with all of you?"
"You must have won the lottery," Frost teased.
Atlas elbowed him. "We won the lottery when we found him."
"Huh, you're right," Frost said with a nod. "I won the lottery with all three of you."
"I'd say the same, but I don't buy lottery tickets," Chelsea said. "I've never been much of a gambler. Not like that."
Frost closed the distance between them. "What do you gamble with?"
She huffed out a brief laugh. "My life, apparently."
Atlas gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "You know we'd never let anything happen to you, right? If anyone tries anything with any of you, I'll personally…" He shook his head.
"Tie them down and slice the skin off their body piece by piece?" Frost said helpfully.
Atlas pointed a finger gun at him with his spare hand. "Yes, that. For starters."
"You wouldn't do that to anyone," I told him.
Yes, I was well aware he killed people, but he didn't do shit like that for fun. Every time he took a life, it stole another piece of him. I'd tried a couple of times to get him to talk about it, but he refused, saying he didn't want to put the burden on me. I suspected he thought I'd turn away from him if he gave me too many details. He was wrong, I'd never turn away from him.
