Shameless (Made For Them #3)

20. All In

Jules

S tefan and Crew are both kissing Lula.

My girl is sandwiched between them, clearly enjoying their joint attention.

Fuck.

Tonight has been horrible so far, my world has come crashing down on me and I’m terrified that there’s no way out.

The realization hits me that if I don’t fight for what I want, I might lose everything.

That’s true when it comes to Jenna, but it’s also true when it comes to Lula.

My first instinct is to storm off. I can’t stand here looking at the three of them together.

Another part of me though wants to walk to them and rip Lula out of their arms.

I love her and I know she feels the same way about me. They have no right to kiss her and touch her in front of me.

I clear my throat, unsure about what I want to do. All I know is that I can’t stand here watching them together.

“Jules,” she calls, breaking the kiss with Stefan but not leaving her place between my two brothers.

The words tumble out of my mouth before I have the chance to fully process the situation. “I’m leaving.”

My feet are rooted to the ground though, my fingers grabbing the wood of the doorframe to Lula’s room with white knuckle force.

“I don’t want you to leave.”

I don’t want to leave either, but do I want to stay?

I hate that they’re kissing her, that they have their hands on her. I hate the way she’s giving herself to them with complete trust.

The way her nipples are straining against her dress, the sight of her chest heaving with each breath as Stefan cups her tits are fucking with my mind.

I hate to see her with them… right?

The answer is yes but I don’t just hate it.

I also think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen and I fucking hate myself for it.

“You want me to stay.” It isn’t a question but I don’t hide my hesitation.

“I need you, Jules.”

My feet carry me to the middle of the room. I stop just a few steps short from her. “I need you too.”

Nothing I’ve ever said has ever been truer. In the tangled mess my life has become, Lula is the only constant. The only thing I need to keep breathing.

“You need them too.” Again, not a question.

Lula nods. “I love you. I love all three of you. Earlier at dinner when Dad asked you how can I possibly date you all, you said that we’ll figure it out. I already have. You, Stefan and Crew are a part of me. I love you so much. I can’t choose just one of you. Not now, not ever.”

I feared this would be the case.

“You expect me to share you with them?”

The raw vulnerability in her words hits me hard. “Only if you want to. You aren’t sharing my heart, each of you has all of it. You don’t have to share me this way, Jules. But I would love it if you stayed.”

I don’t know what to do.

There’s no way I’m ever going to give Lula up. So I guess I’m gonna have to accept that neither are Stefan and Crew.

Knowing she loves them and she’s intimate with them is one thing, though. Can I actually be with her while she’s with them?

The answer varies depending on which part of me you ask. My brain says this is a recipe for disaster. I’m too possessive to share her to that extent.

The head downstairs on the other hand, is absolutely on board with the idea. At least judging by how hard I am all of a sudden.

My heart wins the battle in the end. Lula loves me as much as she loves them. If this makes her happy, I can at least try.

“Fuck it,” I bite out, closing the rest of the distance between us.

I stop right by Stefan’s side. “Do you mind?” I challenge him, trapping Lula’s chin between my fingers to signal my intention to kiss her.

Stefan holds my gaze for a tense second.

“Sure,” his lips quirk up in a smirk, right before my brother drops down to his knees in front of Lula. “We can both kiss her. I’ll take the pair of lips downstairs.”

I watch as he lifts the skirt of Lula’s black dress, lowers the lace of her panties and buries his face between her legs.

Lula moans when Stefan’s lips latch onto her. All the tension seems to leave her body and she sags against Crew, who’s still standing behind her, peppering kisses all over her neck and shoulders.

“Oh my God,” the pleasure is written all over her face and that’s what spurs me on.

I want to be a part of it, I want to give her pleasure too.

My lips find hers and I’m so taken by her soft mouth, by her sweet taste, that I almost forget that Stefan and Crew are there.

I’m reminded of it when Lula moans in my mouth and I swallow that sound, hungry for more.

Her fingers close around my bicep to keep me in place, while her other hand is tangled in the short hair on the top of Stefan’s head.

“Guys,” Stefan says, lifting his head and looking at me and Crew. “She’s close. I’m sure you both know how sweet she tastes, but do you want to watch how pink and pretty her pussy looks while she comes all over my tongue?”

Yes.

I don’t say it out loud but fuck, I’m surprised by how much I want to see that.

Crew answers for both of us. “I can never say no to watching my girl enjoying herself.”

Stefan parts Lula’s skin with two fingers at either side of her slit. He licks his way from entrance to clit, flicking his tongue when he gets to Lula’s most sensitive spot.

“So good,” he murmurs, taking her clit in his mouth and sucking noisily.

I watch with rapt fascination as that pushes Lula over the edge and she writhes against Stefan’s mouth.

The sounds she makes go straight to my cock and I kiss her again, deep and hard, caressing her tongue with mine the same way I would if that was her clit.

Stefan and I break the kiss at the same time, confident that Crew is supporting Lula’s boneless body against his chest.

Our half-brother does more than that. He scoops Lula up in his arms and carries her to the queen-sized bed, placing her onto the lilac comforter as if he was handling the most precious cargo.

We wait for Crew’s next move.

He kneels on the bed on one side of her. “I’m dying to kiss you, baby,” he says, lowering his lips to touch hers.

“I want to feel your skin against mine.” Lula says, breaking the kiss after a few moments. “Help me?”

She lifts her dress and Crew pulls it up and over her head, exposing Lula’s beautiful body.

Watching Crew shed his clothes and taking Lula in his arms should bother me, but I’m surprised when it doesn’t.

The way they kiss, how Crew runs a hand down the side of Lula’s body with a featherlight touch causes my pulse to quicken. For the first time ever I’m not angry at Crew just for existing.

I love the way Lula basks in his touch, curling one of her shapely thighs over his hip.

“I want you so much, baby.” Crew says, his lips gliding down the column of Lula’s neck.

The way she smiles at him is everything. I’ve been fighting the idea that Crew and I are more than just rivals ever since we learned the truth about our father.

Seeing them together was only tolerable as long as I told myself that Lula was giving him the time of day just to make me jealous.

Deep down I started suspecting I was wrong right before we went to Twinberry Cove, but I was in denial. Telling myself that Lula was with Crew just to get back at me, was nothing but a way to protect my ego.

Now I see it with my own eyes. They love each other. If Crew loves her to the point that he was willing to cover for me yesterday so that Lula and I could have time alone, I know I need to step up.

I thought it would be harder to accept this situation but these two men are my brothers and as long as they love and protect Lula the same way I do, I want them in the picture.

“Stefan, Jules,”

I was so lost in my own thoughts, that I almost didn’t hear when Lula beckoned us to the bed.

Her fingers are curled around the base of Crew’s cock that she’s been stroking at a slow, sensual pace this entire time.

We’re on the bed in seconds. Stefan takes her lips in a deep, passionate kiss while I begin teasing one of her nipples with playful swirls of my tongue.

“You have the most perfect tits, Luls.” I murmur.

Crew agrees with me. “That’s true. I love how hard her nipples get.” He joins me, focusing his attention on Lula’s other breast.

For a long moment, the only sounds in the room are our breaths and moans as we kiss our girl all over.

“Baby,” Crew’s voice sounds troubled. “I’m dying to be inside you, but if you keep touching me this way, I’m going to embarrass myself before we even get started.”

Mischief dances in Lula’s eyes, but she stops her hypnotic movements up and down Crew’s shaft.

“There is something I would like to do,” she says, redness rising to her face. “But only if you guys are ok with it.”

“I’d do anything for you, Jumps.” Stefan cups Lula’s jaw, staring into her eyes with pure adoration.

I feel the same way he does, but I’m a little more cautious. Not because I wouldn’t do anything for Lula, I would. I’m just wondering what she could ever want that’s causing her to blush. “Tell us, Luls.” I coax her. “Nothing you can say to us will ever shock us.”

Crew winks at her. “What they both said.”

“I want to make love to all of you. At the same time.”

Ok. I didn’t see this one coming. “There are several ways to do that.” I say, still cautious. “Do you have anything specific in mind?”

She nods. “I want all of you inside me.”

Does she mean…

Crew voices that question before I can. “Baby, I want to be sure I’m understanding what you’re asking us to do. Do you want us to take turns or are you saying that you want one of us in your mouth, one in your pussy and one in your ass?”

She confirms that we understood her correctly. “I want to feel like I’m all yours. Every part of me.”

I use my gentlest tone. “You are mine—ours. Is everything ok, Luls? You look like something is bothering you.”

I know I nailed it, when she lowers her gaze. “If you don’t want to do it…”

“It’s not that.” I explain. “Fuck, if you asked me to do something like this when I was in high school, I would have been ready before you even finished the question. And don’t get me wrong, it sounds really hot. I’m just worried about you, Lula. I want to make sure you don’t feel like you have anything to prove or that we expect certain things.”

Stefan is quick to agree with me. “Yeah, Jules is right. I’m all in with whatever you want, but I don’t want you to regret it one day.”

Stefan

Lula shakes her head, determination shining in her eyes. “I’m never going to regret anything with you.”

I know she means all three of us.

The thought of taking her that way is almost too exciting to think about. Sharing Lula with Crew was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done. Having Lula that way with both my brothers? That would be proof that we can do this thing. That we can coexist and put our jealousy aside, putting Lula first like she deserves.

“Have you ever done it?” Crew asks the question on the tip of my tongue. “Not the four way thing, I’m pretty sure you haven’t. I’m talking about the back door stuff.”

The adorable blush on her face goes one shade darker.

Usually I wouldn’t waste an opportunity to tease her a little about it, but something in her eyes tells me this is serious. “Jumps?” I coax. “Whatever it is, you can tell us.”

Her voice trembles. “It was last night. He was pinning me to the floor and no matter how hard I fought, he was bigger and stronger. There was so much hatred in his eyes when he told me what he wanted to do to me.”

I have to fight the urge to leave this room to go in search of Evan and end his useless, miserable life once and for all. But I promised Lula I’ll be with her forever and with what I would do to that motherfucker, there’s no way in hell I’d get away with murder.

“He told me he would fuck me in every hole. So that whenever one of you touched me, I would think about him.” One tear slides down the slope of Lula’s cheek. “The three of you had all my firsts so far. My first kiss,” she looks at me. “My first time. I couldn’t stop thinking that he would take something that should have been yours. That if one of you ever touched me there, I would have been back in that boathouse, struggling under Evan’s weight.”

Fuck.

A part of me doesn’t think it’s the right reason to do this, but I actually understand where she’s coming from.

Firsts always have a special meaning. That’s why I never went all the way with someone even though I had plenty of hookups. I wanted my first time to be special and I couldn’t be happier that I waited. Having that moment with Lula was how it was supposed to be and a memory I’ll always cherish.

“I get it.” I say.

“I hope I’ll never have to use tonight’s memory to block out something horrible. But please, make me feel like I’m yours. All of me. Always and forever.”

Fuck.

When she puts it like this, how can we refuse her?

I look at Crew and Jules and I know they feel the same way I do.

“You got it, Jumps.” I bring her knuckles to my lips. “But if you’ve never done the ass stuff, we need to make sure we don’t hurt you.”

Her eyes are full of trust in us. “I know you’ll never hurt me.”

“Have you thought about how you want to do this?” Jules asks.

She nods. “I have. I would prefer it if the one who goes behind me had some experience with it, since I’m totally new at it.”

“That means I’m out.” I’m equally relieved and disappointed about it.

On one hand, I would love to have another first with Lula; but I’m also truly terrified I would hurt her and I’m happy not to have that responsibility.

“No offense Stef,” she giggles. “But you were never in the running for that. At least not for the first time.”

“Wait, why?” I gasp, suddenly feeling insecure.

Lula’s lips curl in a cheeky smile. “Forgive me but you’re a little too big,” she runs her index finger from the base of my semi to the tip, circling the ridge by the crown and sending blood rushing down with every touch. “To take you in my ass, I need some training.”

Crew and Jules laugh. “Shut up you two.” I scowl. “What I hear is ‘Stefan has the biggest cock in the room.’”

There could be some hurt feelings over this, but Lula knows how to handle our egos. “I’m not saying that you two have anything to worry about. Stefan is the tallest even though you’re all above average. I think it’s all in proportion.”

Appeased by Lula’s reasoning, I look at my brothers. “So, since it’s not gonna be me and Lula prefers someone who knows what he’s doing, let’s hear it from the two of you.”

There’s a beat of silence as Jules and Crew look at each other.

“I can’t say I’ve done it,” Jules admits. “I’ve only ever seen it in porn.”

That surprises me. “Seriously? You’ve never done it with your ex?”

“I know there are a lot of stories about Jaz around town,” he sighs. “Most of them are baseless gossip and bragging fantasies. My ex might have been promiscuous but she has a lot of insecurities and those dictate what she will and won’t do in bed. I don’t wanna talk about her though. What about you, Crew?”

Jules has always called Crew by his last name “James.” However lately he has started calling him Crew more and more often.

Crew averts his gaze. “I’ve done it a few times.” He admits, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed.

“Really?” Jules asks. “Who did you do it with?”

He shrugs. “The Zeta Theta Beta president at Harvard was known as ‘The Anal Queen.’ She used to choose a Gamma brother every year. She was a senior when I was a freshman and I was the chosen one that year. I was curious about it, since it was something I had never done, so I hooked up with her a couple of times.”

Lula nods, satisfied with the explanation. “Then if you’re ok with it, I would like to try that with you, Crew.”

I got Lula’s first kiss and Jules got her first time, so I guess in a way it’s fair that Crew gets this first.

“I would do anything you ask of me, baby.” Crew says, touching his lips to Lula’s for a brief moment. “But we might not be able to go through with it tonight. When I tried it, we used a lot of lube and she was experienced. I’m too scared to hurt you without the right kind of lube.”

Lula stretches to open the drawer in her nightstand and produces a small purple bottle. “I have some. Don’t ask. It was Paris’s present after the night of that party, remember when she locked us in the bathroom, Stef?”

I nod. “I remember. But I don’t get why she’d buy you silicon based lube.”

Lula shrugs. “In reality she got me a hamper with a vibrator, handcuffs, a blindfold, a flog and an assortment of lubes. It was her way of thanking me for being her wingwoman and helping her catch Trevor’s attention.”

I roll my eyes. “Typical Paris.”

Crew chuckles. “I guess I should thank her for the lube. Lula,” he says suddenly serious. “I want you to promise that if this hurts too much or if at any point, for any reason, you want to stop, you’ll tell us.”

Jules and I agree. “Yes, Jumps. We’ll stop, no questions asked.”

She bites her bottom lip, the telltale sign that she’s nervous. “I promise.”

Crew takes her lips in a soft, slow kiss. “Ok. Have you thought about the rest of this? Where do you want Stefan and Jules?”

I appreciate how Crew is leaving everything in Lula’s control. After what almost happened tonight, I understand why she wants this so badly. It’s about creating a good memory, but it’s also about control and we need to make sure that Lula has it at all times.

“I want Jules in my mouth,” she says, looking at my older brother. “For one reason or another, I’ve never gotten to taste you and I’d love to change that.”

Jules leans in to kiss Lula like Crew did a few moments ago. “Anything you want, sweet girl. I love you.”

Crew turns to look at me.

“Stef, come here and lie down in Lula’s place. Lula will straddle you and I’ll work on her while you get her all nice and relaxed for me.”

I nod. “I can do that.”

When Lula straddles me, I’m so hard that I could burst with one single touch. I need to get a handle on myself though, I want Lula to have what she wants.

“God, Stef.” Her eyes are huge as she lines herself up with my waiting cock. “You’re so big. Sometimes I wonder how you even fit inside me.”

I stifle a pleased smile. No man will ever hate hearing that he has a huge cock, take it from me. “Take your time, baby. Take me in slowly and you know we fit together perfectly.”

I grab her hips to keep her steady as she lowers herself on my cock, inch after delicious inch.

Watching myself sink inside her wet, tight heat is torture and bliss at the same time. “Oh fuck,” I groan when I’m fully sheathed inside her. “Jumps, you feel incredible. And the view is just as beautiful.”

I reach up to play with her pebbled nipples as I grind my hips in response to Lula’s slow, small circles as she gets used to my invasion.

“Oh.” She gasps, turning to look at Crew who just tipped the bottle of lube over the swell of Lula’s toned ass. “That feels cold.”

Crew places a kiss on her shoulder. “It’ll get warm as I massage it into you, baby.”

Lula

I know I asked for this, but I’d be lying if I said that I’m not a little nervous. Ok, that’s a lie. I'm a lot nervous.

The cold viscous lube trickles down my crack and I suppress a shiver.

I concentrate on the feeling of Stefan buried deep inside me and on the warmth of Crew’s lips on my shoulder.

Crew’s fingers slip between my cheeks, spreading the lube with slow, deliberate movements.

“You were right,” I murmur. “It’s getting warm now.”

When his fingers find my little, puckered hole, the sensation is incredible. Crew isn’t inserting his fingers just yet, it’s just circling around the sensitive skin, coating me with the warm lube.

“You have the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.” Crew praises me. “Do you want to see, Jules?”

Jules leaves my side to kneel behind me, next to Crew. “Fuck, you’re right. Stef, I wish you could see this. She’s perfect.”

Stefan chuckles, causing his cock to twitch inside me. A moan escapes me at the ripple of pleasure that causes.

“I can only imagine,” Stefan says. “But I can tell you that the view is just as perfect from where I’m sitting. You both know how warm and tight Lula feels.”

The way he’s looking at me is everything.

The adoration in Stefan’s eyes has always been there whenever he looked at me, we don’t need to be naked for him to look at me that way.

Jules and Crew are looking at me exactly the same way when I turn to meet their matching dark blue eyes.

Their eye color and shape is identical, a reminder that they’re related.

“How are you doing, baby?” Crew asks, keeping up his slow, steady circles around my hole.

I realize that this intimate massage had a relaxing effect on me and I smile. “I’m good. Oh my God.” I shriek when Crew pours more cold lube over me.

“I know,” he chuckles. “It’ll get nice and warm in a few seconds.”

His fingers apply more pressure on the edges of my little hole and I see stars in the best way possible.

“Now I’m going to start getting you used to having something in there. We’ll start with a finger, ok? Nice and slow, just the tip.”

Laughter erupts out of me at his words.

“Don’t make her laugh,” Stefan begs. “She just squeezed me so fucking good, if she does it again, I can’t guarantee I won’t blow my load.”

“Sorry, Stef.”

As promised, the tip of one of Crew’s fingers enters me and I tense up.

“Are you ok, baby?” Crew asks. “If it hurts we can stop.”

I shake my head. “It doesn’t hurt, it’s just different.”

Crew’s finger goes a little deeper. “How about now?”

The feeling is still a little odd but it isn’t painful. “It’s ok.”

“Good girl,” Crew praises me. “We can try to add another finger.”

The new digit makes me feel fuller, but there’s still no pain.

“Let’s see how it feels if we move a little.”

Crew pumps his fingers in and out, slowly and gently and my nerve endings take notice of it.

“That isn’t bad,” I tell him. “It’s strangely soothing.”

Crew’s movements become more intense, his fingers moving in a scissoring motion that must have the goal of stretching me.

Again the anticipated pain doesn’t come and I relax a little more.

“Jules, can you kiss her please? Now I’m going to replace those fingers with my cock, baby. It might burn a little at first. What I need you to do is to push against me with your muscles, can you do that? If it’s too painful though, just say stop and we’ll stop, ok?”

I nod just before Jules’s lips find mine.

It’s an intense but soft kiss and as I match the expert strokes of Jules’s tongue, I’m only vaguely aware of Crew’s movements behind me.

More lube gets poured over my lower back, so he must be spreading some of the slippery liquid over his hard-on too.

I feel Crew’s hard shaft rub against my crack. “Stefan, keep her steady please. Baby, relax.”

There’s nothing like someone telling you to relax to have just the opposite effect on you, I swear.

“Kiss me, Luls.” Jules distracts me. “Stef, some help?”

As Jules deepens the kiss, Stefan’s fingers find my clit.

Pleasure immediately zaps through me as Stefan rubs slow, shallow circles over my sensitive nub.

That’s when Crew presses against me.

I remember what he said and push out with my muscles when I feel him press harder.

“Oh.” I gasp when the burn he warned me about mixes with the pleasure caused by Stefan’s fingers and Jules’s lips.

“I’m inside you, baby.” Crew’s voice sounds a little strained. “Are you ok?”

Jules breaks the kiss so I can answer. “I’m fine. It did burn a little but now it’s ok.”

“You’re such a good girl, Lula.” Crew coos. “Now Stef, do you think you can move a little? I want to give Lula a second to get used to this.”

Stefan chuckles. “Yeah, right. You’re trying not to lose your shit too. It’s the oddest thing, but I can feel you pulsing through Lula.”

He’s right that this is a little odd.

I don’t know if it’s the situation in itself, or the smile on Stefan’s face, but I giggle.

Stefan and Crew both groan.

“Shit,” Crew grunts. “Ok, Stefan was right. If you laugh again, I’m going to come.”

That sobers me up on the spot. “Don’t you dare,” I warn him. “We’re almost there. And I like this. I’ve never felt so connected to someone before. I feel good and safe between you and Stefan.”

Crew grabs my chin, forcing me to turn to look at him. His blue eyes are darker than the deepest ocean right now.

“That’s all we want,” he murmurs. “For you to feel safe and loved.”

It’s how my guys make me feel.

Safe, loved, sexy, beautiful, wanted. I’ve been chasing this feeling my whole life and I’ve only ever found it with the three men in my bed right now.

It isn’t even about sex. Our connection goes beyond the physical attraction. It’s built on trust and friendship, on the desire to make each other happy.

I feel Crew’s kiss in every fiber of my being and for a moment I get lost in the sensation of his lips, of our bodies joined in the most intimate embrace I’ve ever experienced.

“Fuck me,” Jules is staring at us, the heat in his eyes unmistakable. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

My eyes leave his, to descend over his taut, muscular body and settle on his hand, wrapped around his cock.

Jules is fucking his own fist, slowly gliding from base to tip.

“Babe,” I call him. “I want you too.”

He doesn’t let me ask twice, he stands up on the mattress so that his cock is level with my face.

“Open up, Luls,” he encourages me, feeding me his cock.

I take inch after delicious inch and once he hits the back of my throat, I bask in the feeling of finally being completely whole.

We were made for each other and no matter what happens tomorrow, nothing can change the feeling that I’m theirs and they’re mine.

When Crew begins moving, grinding his hips slowly, the pleasure that had been simmering right under the surface of my skin comes alive.

My inner muscles spasm, flooded with sensation.

“Fuck.” Stefan and Crew groan in unison.

Stefan moves, thrusting upward every time Crew grinds down, the movement pushing my face down on Jules’s hard shaft.

Jules is so deep down my throat that my eyes water and tears stream down my face.

“Are you ok?” he worries, easing out of my mouth.

“I’m perfect. Please don’t stop, Jules. I love the way it feels when you’re deep into my mouth.”

My words of encouragement have the desired effect. Jules enters me again, grabbing a fistful of my hair on the top of my head to control his depth and speed inside my mouth.

In the meantime, Stefan and Crew have found the perfect rhythm, moving in sync.

“Baby,” Crew’s voice sounds extremely strained. “I don’t think I can hold on any longer. I’m gonna come.”

His hands are on my hips, just above Stefan’s, his hold on me tightening as he thrusts so deep that his balls slap against the sensitive skin of the back of my ass and pussy.

“That feels so good,” I moan.

Crew’s cock twitches and pulses right before I feel his warmth spilling inside me.

“Fuck, I can feel you pulse inside her.” Stefan pants, his eyes closed as if he was in pain. “I’m done too, it feels too good.”

His cock feels harder than steel inside me. For a second it’s as if it was getting bigger and then Stefan follows Crew over the edge.

“Sweet Jesus,” Jules’s eyes are fixed where Stefan and I are joined. “I think we should come too, Luls. I’m hanging on just for you. What do you say?”

I can’t say anything. My mouth is full of Jules, but I moan my approval as best as I can.

“I’ve got you, sweet girl.”

He tightens his grip with the hand that’s tangled in my hair, dragging his cock back, to advance again into my mouth.

I follow the movement caressing his underside with my tongue and sucking the smooth skin of his tip.

Jules’s other hand reaches down between me and Stefan. It takes just the pressure of his fingers over my clit and I come apart at the seams just as Jules explodes inside my mouth.

I swallow every last drop looking into his eyes, trusting Stefan and Crew to support my body that’s shaking with my own orgasm.

It has been a long, eventful day and an even more harrowing night. The sensory overload and the intense orgasms are all I can take and I can barely keep my eyes open once the guys carefully withdraw from me.

Crew’s arms are closed around me, protective and strong as his lips trace my temple and my cheekbone. “We should go take a shower, baby.” He murmurs.

I’m so tired that I can’t form any words, the only sound that escapes my lips is a tired murmur of protest.

“She’s too tired,” Jules says to Crew. “I’ve got you, Luls.” He says, like a moment ago, when he got me off.

I’m too far gone to care, barely hanging to my consciousness.

A few moments later, I feel something warm and damp being gently dabbed between my legs and over my ass.

I open my eyes to meet Jules’s dark blue gaze. “You’re clean enough to sleep now. Sweet dreams, Lula.”

Sleep takes me under in no time. It’s easy to let go, surrounded by the three people I love the most in the entire world.

There are arms and legs all over me, heavy and comforting.

“Are you serious, Napoleon?” Someone complains. “We need to get Lula a bigger bed if we have to share it more often than occasionally.” Stefan comments.

“Yeah, that might be a good idea. Seriously Crew, your dog is five pounds soaking wet, how can he take a third of the bed?” Jules says.

“It’s Naps’s superpower. He thinks he’s this huge, scary dog and in his sleep, he gets bigger.”

If I had any energy left, I would laugh. That must be why he has been named Napoleon.