"I get to play with you," he whispered in my ear. "You can play with me some other time."
I wasn't sure my heart could take much more. It pounded in my chest. I squirmed, and he trapped one thigh with his hips, leaving my other leg free.
He kissed lightly along my jaw, teasing me. I groaned, wanting his lips on mine, but he nibbled at my neck just behind my ear. They had all figured out I liked that.
My body burned, and I trembled, not really fighting Ed, but wanting my hands free to play with him.
"You okay with this?" he whispered in my ear.
"Yeah." Despite the frustration of having my hands under Ed's control, I decided I didn't want him to give it back, I just wanted to fight it a little.
"Good," he breathed before biting me hard.
I bucked, crying out. I couldn't move far, pinned under Ed's strong body. He finally pressed his lips to mine, and I parted my lips, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue, replying in kind.
He pressed his free hand into my belly. I leaned into his touch, and he slid his hand down, fingers sliding under the waistband of my pants. Ed paused, lips still pressed to mine.
"Okay?" he breathed onto my lips.
I moaned and nodded, tilting my free leg out slightly.
My body ached with pleasure. I groaned as he slid his hands down between my legs.
"Oh," I gasped out, not really able to form words but needing to say something.
He pressed his hand against me, rubbing. I was already so turned on, and he touched me just right, so that it didn't take long before my arousal built. I thrust against his hand, and he rubbed faster before pushing a finger inside me.
I cried out as my body exploded.
He rumbled with pleasure as he held himself against me while I writhed underneath him.
"Well, that was a little easier than I expected," he breathed against my neck once my tremors stopped.
"It's not usually that easy," I gasped out.
He still had me pinned, and I didn't have any strength left to even pretend to struggle. I lay there, trying to get my breathing under control. He slowly pulled his hand from between my legs and up my stomach. I shuddered, nerves still on fire, still gasping for breath and feeling far more satisfied than I ever remembered feeling.
"What time is it?" I whispered after we lay there for a few more minutes.
"Middle of the night."
"Oh, good." I wasn't ready to get up yet. Not after all that. My limbs felt like rubber.
"Sofia," Ed whispered against my neck.
"Yes?"
"Please, please tell me Doc told you everything." He released my arms and curled up around me, holding me instead of pinning me.
"Oh, uh, I think he covered the highlights at least."
"Good."
We lay there for a few more minutes before Ed spoke again. "Hey, Doc?"
"Yes, Ed?"
I glanced around. Doc and Allan were both leaning against the doorframe, watching us. How long had they been there? For a moment, I was embarrassed. After a short moment to reflect, I realized there was no reason to be, and the thought of them watching intrigued me. The possibilities both intimidated and enticed me.
"Any time you want to start shit, feel free," Ed declared.
I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing.
∞ ∞ ∞
They made me take a shower, and Doc lent me a clean pair of flannel pj's to sleep in. We all wanted a few more hours of rest, and none of us thought it would happen if they curled up with me and I still smelled of arousal and sex.
I could try to sleep alone, but I didn't think that was necessary. I rather liked being surrounded by them.
Doc curled up around me, and I pressed against Allan's back. Ed slept on the other side of Doc. After a few moments to enjoy being so thoroughly cuddled, I drifted off to sleep.
It felt like only moments had passed when I woke to the smell of cooking food. Someone–Doc, I thought–was still curled around me.
"Mmmm," I murmured.
"Morning," Doc replied, running his hand along my side as I stretched.
"I could get used to this," I said.
"Yeah, me, too."
I turned to face him, and he brushed some of my hair out of my face. His long hair draped over an eye, and I caught the edge of it with my finger, tucking his hair behind his ear.
He grinned, caught my hand, and kissed my wrist. "How are you feeling?"
"Like you're trying to start shit."
He chuckled. "While I wouldn't object, you should get breakfast, and we have a lot to do today."
I hid my disappointment with a smile and waited for him to move first.
Instead of getting up, his brows drew together as he glanced away. "I'm sorry about last night."
I arched an eyebrow. "What part of last night? Because unless my memory is broken, there's nothing to apologize for."
"Almost losing control of myself. That's not something that usually happens." He tightened his lips, and his eyes narrowed slightly as they met mine again.
"Oh. Well, I'm fairly happy with how it all turned out."
His eyes widened, and his lips turned up in a sly smile. "Only fairly? We'll have to work on that."
I sputtered. "Not what I meant."
"I know." He kissed me chastely before rolling away and getting out of bed. "Still."
"Hey, it'd be one thing if I had told you no beforehand, but I told you that you could. We're good. I'm not upset. I don't think anyone is, except maybe you." I sat up and ran my hands through my hair.
He smiled. "Okay. I just wanted to make sure."
"I'm sure at some point, we'll all manage to do something that will piss someone off. Let's work through it when we get there. Don't worry about it now. So far, so good."
"So, you're saying we still get to keep you." His eyes glinted with
