Chapter 28 I was sore. My whole body was. My thighs, my lower back, even my shoulders. Everything felt used, but not in a bad way. My body had been pushed past some threshold and now I was just lying in the aftermath. Still, it all felt good. I'd had sex for the first time. With all four of them. And nothing could've prepared me for how much I would actually enjoy it. It had changed me physically and emotionally. It was a lot. Intense, messy. But I felt perfect. Really perfect. They didn't just treat it like sex. They made it feel like something that mattered. They were gentle in the right moments, rough when they knew I could take it, and they kept checking in even when I didn't say much. I felt wanted. When it was over, they all got up, said a few soft things, kissed my face and lips, hands brushing against my skin, and then headed upstairs to clean up. I didn't move at first, needing another moment before I was ready to head upstairs. I reached for Dash's hand and gave it a little tug before heading to my room. He followed without needing any explanation. He used my bathroom while I got into bed. I didn't even bother putting anything on. I just pulled the blanket over me and let myself relax. I was still riding whatever high was left in me. I didn't feel ashamed or awkward, but I was tired and worn out in a way that felt weirdly peaceful. When Dash came out, he didn't say anything. Just turned off the light, slid under the covers, and shifted toward me until his chest pressed against my back. I leaned against him. His arm came around my stomach automatically, and I placed my hand over his. That was all it took. The others didn't mind that I was with him alone. I think they all understood that I'd probably need someone beside me tonight, and Dash had always been my safe place. I was too tired to think too hard about anything, and within minutes, I was out. I woke up a few hours later. Dash was still behind me, his arm locked tightly around my waist. His breathing was slow and heavy, and his chest rose and fell steadily against my back. I shifted slightly, feeling his hard cock pressed up against my ass. I arched my back slightly, feeling his length linger between my ass cheeks. His hand flexed over my stomach, pulling me in closer. "Dash?" I whispered. "Mmm?" He didn't sound fully awake. His voice was thick and lazy. I turned my head slightly, trying to see his face. "Are you awake?" "Mmm..." I bit the inside of my cheek. "Can we do it again?" I asked, keeping my eyes on his face. He didn't respond or move at first, but then he frowned, and his eyes slowly opened. "Do what again?" "Have sex," I said, quietly. "Just you and me." His frown deepened, not quite processing what I was saying. "Right now?" he asked, voice rough. I nodded. He gave a soft laugh and rubbed his face against the pillow. "Lissy, it's like...the middle of the night." "I know," I said. "I just...I want to." There wasn't really a way to explain the feeling. I wasn't horny. God, that just sounded wrong. I just wanted him again. I wanted him alone. He shifted behind me and sighed as he covered his eyes with one hand, trying to wake himself up. "Don't tell me you're already addicted to sex," he said in an amused tone. I laughed a little. "No. I just really liked it. But it was so much...I want to know what it's like with just you." That caught his full attention. His eyes were wide open this time. "Yeah?" "Yes." I turned to face him and rested my hand on his chest. I could feel his heartbeat under my palm. He was definitely more awake now, yet he didn't know what to say. "Please?" I asked, rubbing my thumb along his collarbone. He stared at me for a second, then shook his head slightly with a crooked smile. "You're something else." "Isn't that a good thing?" "It is," he said, pulling me in closer. One hand slid down to my ass, the other resting low on my lower back. "You're sure about this?" "I'm sure," I whispered. "I want you." He kissed my cheek and let out a groan when I pressed my hips against his. "Alright," he mumbled. "But I'm not doing it like Rhys or Ashby did." "I don't want that," I said immediately. "I'll go slow. Like earlier," he added, making it clear he wasn't in the mood for anything rough or rushed. "Good. That's what I want." The truth was, out of all of them, I felt the safest with him. Tripp had been great. He walked me through every part of it and never once made me feel unsure. Ashby and Rhys were more intense. They didn't hold back much, but they were still careful in their own way. Dash was different. His rhythm was slower. More focused on making me feel good. He kept checking in, asking how I was feeling. I needed that again. Just to reassure myself that what we did last night wasn't something to regret. "Okay," he said finally, rolling over and reaching between us. His fingers slipped through my folds and found my clit easily. He started rubbing slowly, then slid two fingers inside me. I was already wet before he touched me, and I thought maybe wearing panties would've been a good idea to not dirty the sheets. "You really are ready again," he said with a smirk. I kissed him as an answer, slowly sliding my tongue along his bottom lip. He opened his mouth and let me slip inside, and we deepened the kiss immediately, and I melted into him. I moaned into his mouth and arched into his hand. Then, suddenly, he pulled back, frowning a little. "What?" I asked, breathless. "I don't have a condom here." I hesitated. "You could...maybe pull out?" He shook his head. "No. I'm not risking that." He got up without another word and left the room, and I didn't bother stopping him. A minute later he came back with a condom in his hand. He pushed down his shorts, got himself ready, then looked over at me with a sweet grin. My smile grew, and I just kept watching him from head to toe, shamelessly taking him in. "What now?" he asked with a chuckle. "Nothing. I just think you're beautiful." His grin turned into a soft smile. "Yeah? You think so?" I nodded. "Uh-huh." "Good," he said, crawling back into bed. "'Cause I think the same about you." He kissed me again, then shifted over me. I opened my legs, and he settled between them. His tip brushed through the wetness before he lined himself up, ready to push inside. "I love you, Lissy," he whispered. I looked up at him, my eyes showing him just what I felt for him. "I love you too." Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!