Page 23 of Longing for More

It threw Lucas and I both over the edge, forcing her to cum right along with us. My cum painted her face, mixing with her makeup, as Lucas took his thumb out of her ass and pounded his seed deep into her pussy. She quivered and shook on us both, and I watched, yet again, as Lucas’ dick twitched over and over again, filling her to the brim.

God, I wanted to watch that for the rest of my life.

I wanted to feel exactly as I felt in that moment for the rest of my life.

We all panted, the room growing silent as exhaustion and euphoria mixed into one, content bubble. My own abs felt like they were on fire, even as my dick hung limp and wet, with my mess still covering her pretty face. My hands were still in my angel’s hair, holding her up, and she groaned softly as Lucas pulled out of her, shaking.

Lucas and I looked at each other, eyes heavy with understanding.

He nudged her softly as I let her hair down, petting it softly.

God, I loved this girl.

And I knew I was going to love them both one day, in the same fashion.

“C’mon, Mamas. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

She looked up at me, then at Lucas, and back at me. She still shook lightly, but nodded her head all the same, like the good little girl she was.

Our girl.

NINE

LUCAS

Steam filled the bathroom,forcing the mirror to become foggy with condensation as all three of us stepped inside the large walk-in shower.

Years before, when Aspen and Ryder had first moved into this house, I had wondered why the bathroom was so large for just the two of them. Sure, with our rank in the Marines, housing with luxuries wasn’t uncommon by any means—either provided or built. But from a friend’s eyes, it still felt unbelievably excessive and I had given the poor man a lot of shit for his choices.

Ryder and I both gently nudged our girl into the shower, each delicately supporting her weight. Like the assholes we were, it would be our luck for our girl to tip over and fall into the glass or tile. Everyone wanted a tall, beefy man, until they realized the exact amount of space they took up. Let alone the two of them.

I made a mental note to myself to apologize to Ryder about the shower bullying. I certainly wasn’t complaining anymore.

Aspen stared at the tile in a daze. In complete honesty, I was surprised she had even let us take her to the shower to take care of her. If I had been in her shoes, I would have gone into a coma. She was properly and utterly worn out, and while I vowedto myself to treat her nothing short of a queen, I also felt like showing off my feathers like a peacock.

I kept that tidbit of information to myself, though. Knowing Aspen, she would have smacked me upside the head. Probably Ryder, too, for even being in the same room as me.

Tiredly, she mumbled, “You don’t need to treat me as fragile,” and we both chuckled together. It was cute that she thought she had a choice in the matter.

“Shut up, angel,” Ryder said, placing a delicate kiss to the side of her head.

Watching them didn’t even feel intrusive, like it had in the past.

It felt like I was present, without a care in the world.

God, I was a ruined man already.

As we let the hot spray of water cover us all, I grabbed the dark green loofa from one of their designated shower hooks, as well as the soap bottle that held little illustrations of cherries and flowers, before kneeling before her and beginning to lather the soap into my skin. Her body, mostly, took the brunt of the water, with the tiles taking the rest.

The cold air hit my back, forcing goosebumps along my skin, but it didn’t bother me in the slightest.

Looking up, I watched as Ryder held nothing but complete and utter love in his gaze, all the while lathering shampoo into Aspen’s hair. I suppressed the emotion in my throat and switched to massaging soap onto her other leg, ensuring an even distribution on her calves, just as bubbles started falling on the tile beneath us from Ryder rinsing the suds out of her hair.

Aspen finally spoke and both of us snapped our attention to her face. “What does this mean, guys?”

I looked at Ryder, the emotion coming back into my face. I was always good at putting on a face of bravery during a mission—like tonight. But my best friend still knew me, as I knew him. He read it easily and nodded his head.

He wanted this to be a thing, too. He didn’t want this to end tonight.