Isla.
Despite being tired, sore and in desperate need of a shower. When Dad asks if I’ll come for dinner, I don’t object. Obviously, I want to see my family, but also, Dad’s taking Pedro back to his place, and I’m not missing getting my slice of him. Matteo drives us, with Nico, Mason and I in the back seat.
“Okay, you’ve had her long enough, it’s my turn.” Mason whines as he tugs my arm to get me to against Mason as he wraps is arm over my shoulder and kisses my forehead.
“I think you deserve a holiday after all of this, what do you think amore?” Nico asks.
“A holiday sounds nice. Somewhere with a beach?”
move out from Nico’s hold. Nico pouts but lets me lean
“Anything you want, its yours.” He takes my hand, holding it between his own as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
“You still have to babysit for me.” Matteo pipes up, looking sternly through the rearview.
“Yeah yeah, you can send the rugrats over next week, okay? I guess I owe you.”
When we get back to my parent’s house, I’m surprised it’s Kaiden and Hunter who open the car door. Hunter shoves Mason out of the way, pulling me to his chest and Kaiden sandwiches me between them.
“I’m so glad you’re okay.” Kaiden sniffles.
“Are you crying?” I laugh and wiggle around to face him.
“I’m not fucking crying.”
“You are! Oh my god.”
When I turn around to gloat to Hunter I see the obvious tears in his eyes, and I deflate a little.
“Aw, guys, I’m sorry.” I hug them both for a moment, letting them be simple human beings befo
“Don’t tell me you’re going to cry too.” I whisper.
Mia wiggles her way in between them to hug me.
“Fuck no. I knew you’d do some bad ass shit to get out of there. I was just scared you weren’t going to make it to the wedding next weekend. You know everything is booked and I can’t just push it back because my maid of honor decides to get kidnapped.” I laugh as I kiss her head.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. You know that.”
Pulling away from the group hug, I walk back over to my guys who are patiently waiting for me.
“I need a shower. Any volunteers to wash my back?”
The smirk they share is pure sin, and I am so here for it.
“Come on, amore, let’s get you cleaned up and worshipped.” Nico says taking my hand and leading me inside. Mason makes a detour to his old room, grabbing a couple fresh suits for the two of them while I happily dig out an old pair of grey tracksuit pants and a simple black t shirt. Comfort is what I’m seeking right now. Comfort and my men. Nico is busy warming up the shower while Mason starts taking off my well worn and filthy camo gear, I’ve had on for way too long now.
“Arms up, Princess.” He instructs me, tugging my shirt up and off, throwing it to the floor and unclasping my bra with a quick flick of his wrist.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?”
“What, even covered in the blood of our enemies?” I joke.
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“Especially covered in the blood of our enemies, amore.” Nico whispers from behind me, slipping my bra straps down my shoulders and throwing that to the floor as well before reaching around my waist to undo the button and fly on my pants. At the same time, Mason hooks his thumbs into the sides of my pants and underwear and wiggles them down my legs. 1 brace my hands on his shoulders as he smiles up at me, helping me pull one leg free at a time.
Nico takes one of my hands from Mason’s shoulders, turning me around to see that he’s already quickly stripped himself of his clothes. He leads me into the shower, allowing me to step into the stream of water. I tip my head back as the water cascades across my face, through my hair, down my back, fuck, the simplicity of a warm shower has been taken for granted all these years.
“Does that feel good, amore?”
“So so so good.” I step forward, wiping the water from my face as I allow Nico to get wet, just as Mason joins us. My shower isn’t even a quarter of the size of our own at home and with only a single shower head it’s not optimal for three people, let alone even two, but we’ll make do. For now, just being together and being close is literally all I want.
Nico switches with Mason, the three of us sliding around each other in a shuffle and Nico grabs a shampoo bottle off the floor.
“Can I wash your hair?”
“Please!” I say dramatically, making him laugh as I turn around. He pulls the hair tie from my hair with a little bit of difficulty and begins to lather my scalp with the familiar vanilla scented shampoo. His hands massage with a gentle, tender effect. I close my eyes, leaning my head back as I lose myself in the feeling for a few minutes until he leads me with my shoulders backwards. I feel him shuffle past me and then Mason’s hands find my waist, moving upwards to my shoulders and then to the back of my head as I lean into the water and he runs his hands through my hair, rinsing out the suds thoroughly.
With another shuffle around, Nico stands under the water, while Mason conditions the ends of my hair. He finger combs every last knot out softly, taking his time to ensure it’s done properly and conveying with every stroke, just how much he cares about me.
“Okay, Princess, rinse that out for me.” He says sweetly as he leads me back to Nico who helps me rinse it this time. I wonder if these guys will let me lift a single finger ever again after today. I’m sure if they had it their way, I wouldn’t, and as much as I love the treatment right now, they’ll have to understand when I want my independence. For right now though, this feels way too amazing to deny. If I were to die in this moment, I’d die a very happy woman.
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