“I know,” Loren cooed when the sounds I made turned broken. “Give us what we want, and it stops.” He kissed me again, and it was gentle. A complete mockery of everything Jericho was doing to me below. “I promise, baby.”

I felt my head being turned, and then Houston was kissing me. His kiss was rough and demanding, a warning that there was only more to come. “Otherwise, you’ll keep coming, but he’ll go all night,” he said when he was done.

“Why do you think Rich is the nicest?” Loren taunted. “He’s always had the most restraint. The most discipline. The most self-control. He won’t let himself come until he’s gotten what he wants, and even if he does lose control…” Loren smiled. “There are two more cocks waiting to service you.”

As if the three of them commanded it, I flooded Rich’s dick.

It was only the beginning.

Jericho came down on me as my pussy convulsed on his cock, and with a groan, he began fucking me into the mattress. I had no choice but to hold onto him as my sharp nails scoured his back, and my heels dug into his ass. The sound of his dick tunneling into me was all that could be heard for a while as I came again on a silent scream.

I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. I could already feel my mind splintering apart.

One word, and he’d let himself come.

He’d offer a reprieve—if only until his friends were ready for a turn.

“Jericho, please,” I found myself sobbing when I came for the third time in mere minutes. I wanted mercy, and he wanted me.

Only one of us was getting what we wanted.

“You want me to stop?” he whispered in my ear.

I shook my head.

“You want me to come?”

I nodded.

Logically, it made no sense, but I knew what he was asking when he offered to stop. I wasn’t denying him my body. I denied him my heart. The only way to end this was for him to give in by releasing or for me to give in by saying yes to being theirs.

Tangled was an understatement to describe the web we’d weaved.

“Then you know what to do,” he responded without mercy.

As if he knew I was standing on a precipice, his strokes slowed, becoming deeper, longer.

And then he lifted his head to stare into my eyes.

The genuine need for me in his own is what captured me in the end. I was lost in his silver gaze and the scent of berries when I heard myself say it. I leapt off the cliff, but I didn’t fall.

I flew.

“Yes.” My voice was lower than a whisper, but it rang loud in my heart.

“What was that?” Jericho’s eyes had lit up as if he were watching me fly, so I knew he’d heard me. He just wouldn’t make this easy.

“Yes.” I was louder now, but still not enough.

“They can’t hear you, Braxton. Let them hear you,” he urged. His pace was picking up again, his breathing deepening, telling me he was close to coming. On either side of us, Houston and Loren looked on, both silent and still and waiting.

“Yes.”

“Louder!” Jericho barked while shoving himself inside of me.

“Yes!” I repeated on a short, high cry. He’d never gone that deep before. “Yes, I’m yours. I’m yours.”

“Aw, fuck,” he moaned lowly before smashing his lips against mine. His thrusts shortened, becoming more erratic and frenzied as he chased his orgasm. “Fuck, baby,” he growled with his lips still attached to mine. “I—”

Suddenly, Jericho stiffened with a grunt, and I knew he’d let himself come.

I wondered what he’d been about to say.

He started kissing me again, and all thought fled as I melted under his tenderness now that I was his.

“All right, you stingy motherfucker,” Loren griped. “Quit hogging her. We want to celebrate too.”

Jericho kissed me a few seconds more before carefully sliding himself out of me as he lifted up.

I felt the soreness right away.

“What?” he asked with a confused frown when he noticed his friends watching him. Turning my head to Houston and then Loren, I realized that they were as shocked by Rich’s dominance as I had been despite the show they put on.

“Nothing,” Loren answered, keeping his amusement from his gaze. “I’m just glad to be a top and not a bottom, is all.”

As Loren took over kissing me while Rich fixed his clothes, Houston stood from the bed. I didn’t know where he’d gone until I heard the water in the bathroom running. Loren was still kissing me and promising to be the best boyfriend ever when the bed dipped with Houston’s weight again. A moment later, I felt the warmth from a wet cloth between my legs as he gently began to clean me.

We didn’t have sex again.

As the events of the night came rushing back, I knew it was because I’d fallen asleep before Houston was even done cleaning me. The next morning I woke up and found myself lying on Jericho’s chest and still wearing Loren’s medallion. I didn’t understand why I was on top of Rich until I turned my head left and then right and found that Houston and Loren were in bed with us too.

They’d kept Jericho and me in the middle while they slept on opposite edges. The sun must have barely risen because not even Houston was awake yet.

As I admired his mussed hair, pursed lips, and naked chest slowly rising and falling, I wondered why I’d woken so early.

I knew the answer before the question could fully form. My mind was too restless to sleep through the morning. Houston, Loren, and Jericho had gotten me out of my head, but it had only lasted a short while.

The questions and doubt were back now and with a vengeance.

As carefully and quietly as I could, I left the bed and my bandmates sleeping in it.

I guess…technically…they were my boyfriends now.

I’m sure that’s what I had agreed to last night. I just wasn’t sure if I was up to deliver.

Shuffling out of the bedroom and through the bunk area, I intended to use the half bath in the front because I didn’t want to risk waking the guys. I needed the quiet time alone to think without one of them literally trying to fuck me out of my mind.

The moment I stepped through the sliding door, I stopped in my tracks at the sight of a dark-haired woman sitting with her back to me at the kitchen table like she belonged there.

“Hello?”

“Dude, why the fuck is your dick in my hip?” Loren shoved me off him before I could respond.

Slowly, my eyes opened, and I looked around.

Where the hell was I?

It wasn’t until my vision cleared that I recognized the bedroom and noticed the fact that my best friends and I were in it alone. I immediately climbed off, my motion startling Houston awake and annoying Loren, who sucked his teeth. Houston slowly rose to sit on the edge of the bed while Loren rolled over onto his stomach and fell back asleep.

After checking the bathroom for Braxton, I hurried to the front of the bus where I could have sworn I heard two voices speaking. I couldn’t think of any reason someone would bother us this early, but nevertheless, I smelled trouble.

When I made it to the front, that’s exactly what I found, but it was the last person I expected to see.

Braxton was sitting at the table with Oni fucking Sridhar.

“What the hell are you doing?” I immediately barked. She was a long way from Los Angeles, and her presence didn’t make any sense. Nor was it welcome. Braxton gave me a look that said she disapproved of my rudeness, and I found myself dialing it back.

Day one, and she already owned me.

Oni, however, castrated me with her gaze as she looked me over. Ever the professional, she wore a tailored, navy blue suit, nude heels on her feet, and dark hair falling in waves down her back. She was beautiful, but a viper, nonetheless. “Carl sent me to check on things.”

“I don’t remember that being a part of your job description.”

“It’s not.”

At the moment, I was regretting making Loren stick to our pact. I could really use a drink, and it was only seven in the morning.

“Now it’s my turn to ask the questions. I checked the bunks when I arrived and didn’t see anyone.” Her manicured finger waved back and forth between Braxton and me. “What’s going on here?”

“None of your business.”

I sat down at the table next to my girl, and because I felt like being a dick, I pulled her into my lap. Braxton didn’t fight me or pull away, but I could tell she was uncomfortable. There was nothing I was willing to do about that, though, since I refused to hide her in private. There was nothing we could do to prevent the backlash, but as soon as we found a suitable way to announce our relationship, I wouldn’t be denying her in public either.

Loren and Houston felt the same.

“I see,” Oni said in response to my claim. I noticed how her gaze immediately shifted to meet Braxton’s.

I didn’t get the chance to decipher that look because the bunk door had slid open, and Houston walked through. He noticed Oni immediately but didn’t react. As if she weren’t even there, he walked over to the table and took his time kissing Braxton good morning.

“Sridhar,” he finally acknowledged before moving over to the couch.