Melody looks at us both, decision made, and nods.

  “Yes,” I hiss, and pull her skirt down her hips. Ripping her fishnets from her body, she gasps and falls back against Markus’ chest. His arms encircle her waist to hold her up, and he winks at me, telling me to keep going.

  “You look like a vision right out of my dreams, Songbird,” Markus whispers in her ear while I crowd her front, breathing her in. Melody’s chest heaves with her own deep breaths and I watch her eyes dart from the door to me, then to the mirror to watch Markus. She’s overstimulated, overwhelmed, and so delectable.

  “What are you going to do to me?” she whispers lowly, like someone might overhear us even though the music is deafening outside the bathroom. “What if… what if someone walks in?”

  “I locked the door. No one’s coming in without a warning. And they’ll be met with our fists if they do,” I tell her, slipping a finger over her clit. I groan, the sound ripping from my throat involuntarily when I feel how wet she is.

  “Don’t worry, Songbird. We won’t let anyone see you like this.” Markus nips her ear and her head falls back against him, finally—finally—surrendering to what’s happening. “You’re for our eyes only.”

  “Can I touch you?” I’ve wanted to have her like this since high school. Since she put her hand on my shoulder and asked for a boost into my truck. I’ve dreamt about what her cum tastes like, and what she would look like falling apart around my fingers. She gave me permission before, but now I want to hear her say it.

  “Adam, Markus,” she murmurs our names desperately, nodding and pleading. “Please.”

  “Please what, baby? Use your words.” Markus is nearly salivating at what’s going on, not that I blame him—my cock is so hard my jeans are starting to hurt.

  “Please, make me feel good,” Melody begs.

  Without another word I get on my knees, pushing her torso back into Markus. He turns us so he is facing the mirror, making her face it too. I immediately know I’m going to spread her enough that he can see everything I can.

  Sharing is caring.

  Grabbing one of her legs, I nudge her thighs apart, moving the thin G-string to the side to expose her pretty pink lips. Goddamn, her pussy is perfect. Her mound is lightly covered in dark curls and I take a deep breath in before shuddering with arousal.

  Melody moans, and I use two fingers to spread her open so we can see just how wet she is for us. I take one of her thighs and throw it over my shoulder, biting the bare skin playfully as my lips travel up. She’s wearing those super heavy punk boots that give her some height and it helps. I don’t have to bend over too much for my mouth to reach her sopping cunt perfectly. Her G-string is wet around my finger as I hold it to the side, and I immediately know I’m fucking keeping it.

  Pulling the scrap of fabric down, I help her step out of it before tucking it into my back pocket.

  Breathing her in deeply, I shiver with desire at her musky, sweet scent. She’s bowing her back slightly as Markus pulls up her short shirt, exposing her black bra and her very hard nipples.

  Shit, she looks sexy as hell. The picture of sex and adoration, of temptation and desire.

  Markus grips Melody’s head with his hand, turning her face toward his lips so they’re making out. As he pulls the cups of her bra aside, I get a nice view of her dusty rose-colored nipples while he twists and pulls at them. The view is so fucking erotic, I have to reach down my pants and hold my cock tightly to keep from coming.

  Do not cum in your pants. Do not cum in your pants.

  Leaning forward, I lose all finesse and dive right into her pussy. Eating like I’ve been waiting years for her. Because I have.

  And I’d wait a hundred more if it meant she was mine.

  Licking into her cunt, I feel her walls tighten around my tongue. Melody grinds down, slotting her cunt over my face perfectly. My nose nudges against her clit with every movement of my tongue. I eat and eat and eat, until I’m shaking from need and so is she. Securing her leg around my shoulder tighter, I plunge two fingers into her and curl them to find the little patch inside her that will make her scream for us.

  I really hope it’s not, but if this is the only time I get her, I’m going to make her remember it for the rest of her life. Make her think twice about being without us ever again.

  Mel squirms in our hold and her standing leg starts to shake. I pull back, face wet and shiny, and order, “Brace her.”

  Markus nods, moving his hands to her ass and I know I can lift her other leg so she’s off the ground, completely supported by us both. Markus starts whispering in her ear, but with her thighs wrapped around my head, I can’t hear the quiet words. Whatever he’s saying is helping, because she relaxes under my hands and one of her hands slips into my hair, pulling at the short strands.

  Guiding me, pushing me, moving me where it feels best for her. And fuck, I’ll let her do whatever to make sure she comes on my tongue.

  “Markus,” she cries roughly, and I look up to see him twist her nipples and bite her neck. That’s definitely going to leave a mark.

  “Fuck, Adam!” Her eyes drop to watch me as the little silver ball on my tongue rolls around her clit for the first time. I raise one eyebrow in delight when her eyes roll back in her head and she clenches her inner muscles around my fingers.

  I knew I wouldn’t regret this piercing.

  Mel clenches again and I wrap my lips around her clit, sucking and rolling the piercing over it gently while I rub my fingertips against the spongy spot inside her.

  “I can’t—wait, stop!” She rips her lips from Markus and makes eye contact with me. “I can’t, I can’t,” she cries panickedly, arching her back more into Markus’ chest.

  “You can,” he growls knowingly. “Don’t you fucking stop now, Adam. She’s going to give you what you’ve always wanted.”

  I double down, moving faster but making sure not to apply any more pressure.

  “Adam, Adam, Adam.” Melody chants my name and it’s what I’ve only ever dreamed about. Her breathy moans and the desperate tilt she puts on my name is fucking chefs’ kiss. “You don’t understand,” she cries as she tries to pull away but Markus and I just hold her tighter.

  “Do it, Mel. Do it, and get him all messy. He’ll fucking love it, baby. You don’t understand—it’s all he’s ever talked about. I bet he strokes his cock at night thinking about you gushing all over his face. Dripping down his chin. Making him so wet that he’ll smell of your cum for days.”

  I groan, slipping my tongue against her cunt and getting her taste all over my mouth. Every word he said is true, though I don’t know how he exactly knows of my fantasies. Maybe they’re his, too. I don’t care about that right now. Right now, I need her to come on my face.

  Melody screams and the sexiest fucking thing happens.

  Something I’ll forever remember and keep in my spank bank because goddamn, it’s the hottest thing to ever happen to me.

  Melody squirts all over me. It’s like a spray of her cum soaking my face. Her scream is audible even through the earmuffs her thighs have made around my head. She tries to squeeze her legs shut as much as she can, threatening to cut off my air supply, but that’s okay. I’ll die a happy man, doing what I now know I love more than anything in the fucking world. Eating Melody Sullivan’s pussy.

  I groan, doubling down and continue to lick her through her orgasm, but I lose my control of my own. I moan as I come in my boxers like a teenager.

  Fuck, Melody. Melody, Melody, Melody, I chant in my mind, my fingers tightening into the flesh of her ass as I keep going. Keep fucking her through our shared orgasms.

  I can feel that she’s starting to stutter, the fluttering around my fingers and my tongue starting to slow. Her squirt drips down my face onto my neck, soaking into the collar of my shirt and I feel my own orgasm pulse to an end.

  “Oh my god, oh my god, Adam!” Melody gasps when she comes down from her peak. She physically drops down and stands up, stepping out of Markus' hold.

  “I’m so sorry, oh fuck. I’m sorry,” she stammers. She looks so embarrassed; her cheeks pink and her eyes starting to form tears. Bending down, she pulls up her skirt as I slowly stand. When she looks at me with this doe-eyed expression, as if I’m going to throw her away from me, I make sure she’s watching as I stick my wet fingers in my mouth to lick her off it.

  My boxers are messy, I’m sure a wet spot is visible, but that’s the least of my worries. I wipe my mouth, but otherwise let her essence dry into my skin.

  “Melody, stop.” I pull her into me, getting a good look at her bare breasts, reddened from Markus’ touch.

  “I’m so embarrassed.” Her cheeks are a beautiful blush pink from a seemingly satisfying orgasm and from the embarrassment she’s unrightfully feeling.

  “Why?” Markus asks, looking as confused as I feel.

  She covers her face with her hands and he steps forward, pulling her hands off her face so we can see her.

  “I… did that… all over you,” she mumbles and looks down.

  Markus looks at me, and with his fucking jokey nature, I know if I don’t say something first, he’s going to make a joke and send her running again.

  And that’s not what she needs. I won’t let that happen again. Not now.

  Stepping forward, I take her hands from Markus and he nods, stepping back.

  “Melody, that was the single hottest fucking thing to ever happen to me. I… fuck.” I take her palm and kiss it before putting her hand on my chest. Right over my heart. “Markus was right, the nosy fuck. I’ve been dreaming about you doing something like that my whole life. Never be embarrassed about that. Ever.”

  “But—” She starts to stutter and I do the only thing I can think of to put her mind at ease. I wipe my hand across my chin and neck before licking my hand clean. Watching her eyes darken, I smirk before leaning down to kiss her lips.

  “I fucking loved it,” I whisper hoarsely, softly enough that she can feel just how serious I am.

  “My turn next, okay?” Markus butts in. I want to roll my eyes at him, but a quick glance down and I see he’s just as painfully hard as I was.

  “Next?” Mel asks with a shocked look. It’s super cute to me how she looks between us with such surprise. “You mean, you aren’t… I don’t know, you don’t think...”

  Markus and I are leaning in, mentally begging to hear the ends of these thoughts, but she just keeps stuttering.

  “You have to tell us what’s going through that gorgeous mind of yours, baby, if you want us to help you.” Markus raises an eyebrow, tipping her chin up with a finger so she looks at him.

  “You don’t think it’s weird?” she whispers.

  “What’s weird?” I ask her, now completely and totally confused. “You giving me the fucking delight of my life and making my dreams come true? No. I don’t think that’s weird at all.”

  Markus chuckles, jealousy coloring his tone as he mutters, “Lucky bastard.”

  “No, no.” Mel cracks a soft smile and then bites the inside of her cheek. “I meant, you don’t think it’s weird, or that it might be wrong, that I want you both?”

  Oh.

  Oh.

  So that’s what’s bothering her?

  “Melody,” Markus steps in, more serious than I’ve ever seen him, as he holds her face in his hands. “Is that why you never…why we never… Why you let us leave? Why you never said anything about wanting us as more than friends?”

  Mel looks down like she’s ashamed and pulls her shirt down.

  “Melody, answer me.” He steps closer, his voice quiet but strong. I so badly want to know the answer; know if this is the real reason why everything got so messed up between us all.

  “Yes, Markus,” she snaps at him with heavy sarcasm lacing her tone, turning around to face us with fire in her eyes. “Because I was the one who just gave up and left without even a goodbye. I was the one that told you guys to ignore me and leave me.” Melody’s eyes fill with tears, and it physically hurts me to see her like this. Reaching for her, my freshly-mended heart breaks when she shifts away from me to avoid my touch.

  “Sure, spin that story. That this all happened because I was upset and so I abandoned you all. Yeah, fucking right. If you think all that, then you’re fucking deluded. Get out of my way, I’m leaving. This was a horrible idea.” Melody charges forward, pushing the both of us out of her way to leave the bathroom.

  The best thing that’s ever happened to me quickly turns into the worst thing as I watch her walk away from me. From us.

  “No!” My voice booms, echoing through the tiled bathroom and I surge forward to grab her arm, whipping her around to face us. “No, you have it wrong.”

  “Oh do I? Which part?”

  “The part where you think you’re weird or somehow wrong for wanting us both. Wanting us all.” Markus steps forward, wrapping his hand around her waist tightly. “It doesn’t make you anything but ours. Do you understand?”

  Melody scoffs, disbelief clear in her eyes. “You say that now.”

  “I say that always.” Markus smiles softly. “I’ve never had a problem with sharing. Especially if it means I have you for more than just a night.” He turns to me with raised eyebrows and I know this is a make-or-break moment. The moment I get the girl I’ve always wanted, or the moment she leaves for good. “Do you mind sharing?” Markus asks me.

  Melody turns, looking at me skeptically. Like she doesn’t believe either of us.

  I know in my heart I’ll do whatever it takes to have Melody. If that means sharing her with my best friends, then I’ll do it—gladly.

  SEVEN

  “Absolutely not,” Adam insists strongly, never breaking eye contact with me. The truth is clear in his blue eyes.

  My heart skips a beat, and the tears threatening to fall are different now.

  I always thought if any of them found out I wanted to love them all–and have them love me in return–they’d run for the hills and call me all the names I was called in high school. It was a fucking nightmare to hear that shit from people I didn’t care about, but the chance of hearing it from the people I loved? Yeah, no chance I was going to let that happen.

  I couldn’t bear the thought that my closest friends would turn on me if they found out. Loving four guys equally? Wanting to be shared by them?

  I knew what everyone would say if they found out, especially in the Bible Belt.

  So I kept my feelings hidden deep down, but every so often a girl would try to get close and they’d be able to see underneath my façade I tried to put on–that the guys and I were simply super close friends and that’s all I wanted them to be–and call me out. I was always able to handle that shit in private so the guys didn’t find out. I was always able to make it go away with a few well-told lies.

  And now…

  Now, I have half of the guys telling me that what I’m feeling is okay? That they…want it too?

  Honestly, I’m not prepared for this.

  I never thought they'd want me, let alone share me.

  Let’s be real–I never thought they’d even want me as anything other than a close friend. Well, up until they left me. Then I knew I wasn’t even that.

  That mind-blowing orgasm tells me something different though. That and the obvious worry and desperation on both their faces. Adam’s always was an open-book, and Markus always hid behind his jokes.

  Not this time.

  “You don’t think it’s wrong?” I whisper, hand touching the doorknob, ready to flee but begging them to give me a reason to stay.

  “Being with the person you care about above all others?” Adam smirks and shakes his head. “Not at all.”

  “You know what I mean,” I say softly, tilting my head. I’m done talking about this. I don’t–can’t–get my hopes up.

  I need some fresh air. Some space from these two who make my brain all hazy with lust and promises of things I’ve always wanted. Unlocking the door and walking out quickly, I push through the edge of the crowd before they can leave the bathroom.

  I have too many demons for them. I always wished that they’d have stayed and we would’ve worked out whatever made them so mad they left, but honestly, I’m too fucked up for them now. I drink too much, I get high, I run a successful business, but that’s about the only good thing I have going for me.

  Well, that and my killer figure.

  No, they have so much going for them that there’s no way I can fuck up their lives with all that is me.

  Climbing the stairs, I see the exit and try to talk myself into bolting. They don’t need my bullshit. More than that, they don’t want my bullshit.

  Adam and Markus might say that they do, but Kai and Reis? There’s no fucking way. I saw their anger, the disdain and confusion in their eyes.

  And I know in my heart that I can’t have some of them without having all of them.

  They’re millionaire rockstars now. No, they don’t need me anymore, if they ever did.

  I’m doing them a favor by leaving before they can tell me to go.

  Decision made, I head towards the door intent to get the fuck out of here, but just as I step forward a hand wraps around my arm. I’m yanked back so hard I lose my footing and fall back off the stairs.

  Right into the ring-leader’s arms.

  Reisyn.

  “Going somewhere, sweetheart?” He snaps cruelly, clenching his jaw and sets me upright. “Can’t get anything from us so you’re cutting your losses, hm?”

  My jaw drops in shock. “How fucking dare you say that to me.”

  “It’s true.” He shrugs unbothered, and looks at me. His eyes rake over my form like he’s inspecting me for a weakness, and I repress the shiver climbing up my spine. Reis was always able to make me feel seen with one glance. His dark brown eyes, his sharp, strong jaw and that annoyingly perfect brown wavy hair. He always was able to make my knees weak with how observant and caring he was to me. I hope he still is, but right now, his fucking attitude is making me want to deck him.

  My hands curl into fists at my sides.

  “It absolutely is not. And it’s really telling that you think it is,” I snap at him viciously and push forward, intent on getting to the door. He’s making this a lot easier for me to leave.

 

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