None of us moved for a long time. We needed a moment of stillness together. Reassuring each other our family was together. We weren’t going to let anyone pull us apart again. They didn’t need to say a word for me to know they understood my feelings. It was in the way they held me close and didn’t let go.
Whilst I might have things I needed to resolve with all the boys, I didn’t want to be away from them. We were stronger together.
“Do you want to continue, little lamb?” Prescott asked, rubbing my shoulder, “It’s okay if you don’t.”
I hadn’t meant to ruin the mood by getting all emotional.
“Maybe,” I whispered, “I don’t really know.”
Prescott pulled away. The next thing I knew, he’d plucked me out of Francis’ lap and settled me between Francis and Drake. He knelt between my thighs and rubbed them. Leaning down, he kissed his way up my leg.
“How about I reward you for being such a good girl, hmm? I want you to make my face messy, little lamb.”
I shuddered when he spread my thighs further and lowered his mouth to my pussy. Those blue eyes of his glinted as he stared up at me. The other three watched Prescott slide his fingers into my wet hole whilst his tongue flicked out, running over my clit, and making my hips buck.
“Pres,” I breathed.
“Let us make you feel good, little whore,” Francis murmured as he leant over me, kissing his way down my collarbone.
I had Drake touching me on the other side, wrapping his lips around my nipple and biting down on it. One of my hands went to Prescott’s hair, stroking through the soft strands. My gaze went to West, who was watching me with a pensive expression as if my words from a few minutes ago were still playing on his mind. I reached out to him over Francis’ head. He took my hand and pressed a kiss to it before entwining our fingers together. Having that connection with him had me relaxing against the back of the sofa, allowing them to make me feel good like Francis had told me to.
I whimpered when Prescott grazed his teeth across my clit, his fingers pumping harder inside me. Both my nipples were now occupied by two mouths. The sensations drove me closer to the edge. My eyes closed and, in my mind, I hovered over the abyss. The tendrils pulled me down, sucking me into the void. It’s why I didn’t immediately register movement next to me. It was only when a hot mouth pressed against mine, I opened my eyes and found West leaning over Francis to get to me. His lips were soft. I yielded immediately, sinking into his kiss like our mouths belonged together.
In a lot of ways, they did. West had been mine since the moment we’d laid eyes on each other at five years old. It was an instant thing. We both knew but it had taken years for us to act on those feelings. They were innocent when we were young. They grew into more as time passed. He buried himself in my heart as I buried myself in his. There was no way to extract each other. And I didn’t want to. Despite everything that had happened, I wanted him right there, nestled inside me where he should be.
“West,” I moaned against his mouth, letting go of his hand so I could cup his face, pulling him closer.
His fingers dug into my hair, holding my head in place as his tongue slid into my mouth. The extra sensation of him kissing me sent me over the edge. I whimpered into his mouth, bucking into Prescott’s face with my climax. He kept fucking me with his fingers, drawing it out whilst the other two continued to suck my nipples until I was pushing Prescott away from my pussy.
All four of them released me, West leaning back to allow Francis to sit up properly. Prescott sat back on his heels, smiling up at me with my arousal glistening on his lips. I licked my own in response.
“Do you want to go to bed, little lamb?” he asked, stroking my leg with his fingers.
I nodded. I was drained now. All I wanted was to curl up under the sheets.
“And who would you like to take you?”
My eyes immediately went to West. I wasn’t done kissing him. In fact, I wanted to be wrapped up in his arms with his mouth pressed to mine. Asking for that, however, had me swallowing hard, trying to find the words.
Prescott kissed my thigh and stood up, reaching to grab his clothes. Francis and Drake stood with him, moving away, and leaving me and West staring at each other. I didn’t have to ask. They knew the moment I looked at West, I wanted him. As the others moved away to get dressed, West shifted closer and cupped my face with one hand.
“I want to stay with you,” I murmured.
He nodded, then he got up and picked me up in his arms. Before he carried me to the stairs, he turned me to the others one at a time, letting them kiss me goodnight. We were silent as he took me to his room. He pulled back the covers with one hand and set me down on the bed, tucking the duvet around me a moment later. Then he walked away towards the window and stared out over the city.
“What were you doing up here before you came down?” I asked when he didn’t say anything.
“Thinking.”
“About what?”
“Everything that’s happened in the past week.” He let out a sigh but didn’t turn around. “I know what you said when I asked, but I’m still wondering how you really feel about the way I told you of Lylah’s death.”
I stiffened. Thinking about the fact Mason had killed my mother to stop her from making too much noise hurt me. I didn’t blame West for it, however. It was all on Stuart and Mason. They were responsible for her death.
“I’m not upset with you over it. I mean, it wasn’t exactly the best time to tell me, but I don’t know if I would have… killed him if you hadn’t.”
West turned around. He hadn’t turned the lights on, but I could see his features from the city lights spilling in through the windows.
“I wanted him dead. Drake made us swear we wouldn’t hurt him, but he said nothing about you.” He took a step towards the bed. “I need you to know I told you because I wanted you to kill him. I was counting on it.”
“And you think that might upset me?”
He shrugged, digging his hands into his pockets.
“Last time I made you kill someone, you weren’t very happy with me.”
I slipped out of bed and walked over to his wardrobes, trying to get my thoughts straight. Opening one of the doors, I pulled out one of his t-shirts and slipped it over my head. I lowered my face and breathed in. It smelt faintly like their detergent and West. Closing the door, I rested my forehead against the wood.
“I’m grateful you told me the truth. I had trouble confronting it. The fact that my mother is dead. And that made it real. Knowing he killed her made it… real.”
Tears welled in my eyes. This time, I didn’t hold them back as one slid down my cheek.
“I miss her… so much.”
My knees threatened to buckle, but I put my hands on the door to stop myself from falling to the floor. I’d tried to keep my grief inside me. Tried so hard not to allow it to burst through. I’d held onto my anger towards Mason so I didn’t have to deal with it, but now… now I couldn’t hold back any longer.
My mother was gone. Murdered. It happened when I had no idea who she was. That was the very worst part of all.
Fourteen
West