Chapter 23

The massage room smelled like sex and sandalwood. The kind of thick, luxurious scent that made you want to roll in it.The evening sunlight poured through the thin curtains, softly lighting Brit’s glowing skin, Kari’s undone bun, Ellie’s perfect, nervous smile.

Brit was still on the table, face down, her legs limp, her breath slow and lush. Fab stood beside her, calm and composed, as if he hadn’t just turned her into melted honey and then made love to her with a tenderness that left everyone in awe.

He didn’t gloat. Like a god that didn’t need worship, but still made you want to kneel. His muscles and tattooed body made him look surreal— in the most deliciously dangerous way. His kind smile and loving eyes softened that sense of danger, creating a titillating but warm contrast.

I sat on a nearby bench, doing my best not to look completely stunned. My heart was still racing. It had been a lot to watch.

Brit’s orgasm had been like a sunrise—bright, overwhelming—and then Fab had taken her deeply, and made love to her right there. I’d never seen anything so intimate.

Kari ran her fingers through Ken’s hair, humming. Brit gave a lazy smile, eyes half-lidded, voice thick with bliss. “Okay. That ... was not just a massage.”

Ken chuckled. “No complaints, I hope?”

“Only that I may never walk again,” Brit murmured softly. “My legs feel like jelly.”

Kari grinned and looked over at Ellie, who stood near Brit, looking like a pin-up angel. Her dark, lustrous pigtails shimmered. Her lips were candy-apple red, matching her nails. The red ribbons tied off near the end of each braided pigtail danced when she fidgeted.

“Ellie,” Kari said, voice velvet-sweet. “Think you’d like a turn?”

Ellie blinked. “Me?” Her voice cracked adorably. “I mean—yes. I mean—oh gosh.”

I almost laughed. She looked like someone had just asked if she wanted to open the last present under the Christmas tree. And it was vibrating.

Brit lifted her head with a lazy smile. “He’s amazing, El. Like magic.”

Fab met Ellie’s eyes. “Only if you want to. No rush.”

Ellie bit her lip, then nodded quickly. “I do.” She sounded like she was saying I do at the altar.

Kari moved to help her up, guiding her gently to the table.

Ken and Fab helped Brit to get down from the massage table and stand on her wobbly legs. Then they gently walked her to a bench and helped her sit down and get comfortable.

Ellie moved like a dream as she climbed on top of the massage table, her pigtails bouncing, her skin radiant. She looked so sweet I was worried she’d stick to the table like syrup.

Fab adjusted the cushions. Ellie lay down slowly, red ribbons fanned across the leather cover. I felt my chest tighten just watching her.

Fab began with her shoulders. His hands were firm, warm, slow. Ellie sighed—then giggled. “Oh my goodness, your hands are so fucking warm.”

Fab smiled. “Your skin welcomed me.”

He’s such a smooth talker. Next time I should bring a notebook, or even better, secretly record his smooth words.

I sat on a small bench near the massage table—near Ellie. I placed my hand on the table next to her hip. Kari sat beside me, her arm brushing mine. “She’s so fucking hot,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on Ellie’s ethereal figure.

She was. Ellie was melting into the table, each breath deeper than the last. Her toes curled as Fab moved lower. Her breath hitched, then released in a sound that made my balls tingle.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until she reached blindly back and found my hand. I squeezed it, grounding her—or maybe grounding myself.

She’s a dark-haired Disney princess getting wrecked by a god, I thought. Rated R edition. Available only in dreams and Fab’s calendar shoot.

Kari chuckled. “You’re blushing.”

“I know,” I muttered. “I feel warm.”

Ellie arched slightly, her body becoming liquid under Fab’s touch. He was mapping her like a cartographer of desire. And she was opening like a story he already knew by heart.

God, my new family is so weird, I thought, and I’ve never felt more home.

Fab leaned down to whisper something to Ellie, his lips grazing her ear. She gasped and nodded. Whatever he said, it had her trembling with need.

I watched, wide-eyed and a little dizzy. Kari’s hand found my thigh and gave it a squeeze.

“This,” she murmured, “is how she becomes one of us.”

And I knew she was right. Ellie, glowing and undone beneath Fab’s hands, wasn’t just receiving a massage.

She was being welcomed home.

Fab looked at me.

“Leo,” he said gently, “would you help me again?”

My brows lifted. “Me? Sure.”

He nodded, stepping back a little. “Would you guide me inside her?”

My breath caught.

Ellie, still on her stomach, pushed up onto her elbows and looked back at me, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with yes. Her red lips parted, chest heaving. She looked like a painting you wanted to climb inside.

I stepped closer, slowly. Fab’s body was strong, dark and beautiful beside her softness. His cock stood proud—thick, smooth, and ready. I took it in my hand, and even that felt like a sacred thing.

I looked down at Ellie. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, voice a breath. “Yes, Leo. Please.”

I angled Fab forward, watching as Ellie’s lush cunt welcomed him. The head slipped in, and she gasped—a high, musical sound. She stretched beautifully around him, her pussy lips parting like petals.

“Look,” I whispered, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and guiding her down, closer to where they joined. “Look how beautiful it is. Remember this.”

She looked. Her eyes looked so hot. She gasped again. “I see it. I see it, Leo ... oh, I’ll remember forever.”

I reached for Ellie’s stiff left nipple and pinched, then tugged and twisted firmly. I did the same to her right nipple.

Fab slid in deeper, slowly, reverently. Inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. Ellie’s whole body trembled—and then shuddered. Her orgasm took her right there, just from that initial joining. Her voice broke into a cry that echoed through the room like sunlight on water.

I held her neck, kissed her hair, then whispered, “I can’t believe how beautiful you are.”

For a long moment everyone fell silent.

It was like time had folded in on itself—a hush beneath the ceiling fans, a shimmer of oil on skin, and the sound of breathing, slow and reverent. Fab hadn’t moved. He was still buried inside Ellie, cradling her with his hands, his eyes watching the flush of her cheeks and the glow spreading over her like morning light.

I resumed touching them both. I had one hand resting on Ellie’s soft lower back, the other on Fab’s flexed thigh. I could feel her heartbeat in the small of her back. I could feel Fab’s restraint in the stillness of his hips. I felt like I was part of the circuit they made—like they were plugged into something holy, and I was the grounding wire.

“Ellie,” Fab said softly, like her name was a prayer. “You ready to go on?”

She nodded. Her voice was breathless but sure. “Yes ... I want more.”