Losers: Part I (Losers, #1)

by Harley Laroux

He licked my cum off her skin and a smile broke out on her exhausted face. “Do you like how he tastes on me?” she said softly, and I almost lost my mind.

Jason crawled up and collapsed beside her, murmuring gently as he kissed her cheek, “We’ll take care of you, princess, just relax. You were so good. I’m so fucking proud of you.”

“Come on,” I said. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You look like a toaster strudel.”

“I guess I have a kink for cat maids now. Thanks for that, Jason.” “There’s more new kinks where that came from,” I said. “Just wait. They get weirder.”

When she spoke again, her teasing tone was gone. “I feel really good. Relaxed…tired.” She opened her eyes, those green irises searing into me. “I feel happy.”

“Tell me the truth,” I said, barely parting from her to speak. “How long have you wanted this?” When she lifted her eyes to mine, they looked uncertain, almost afraid, as if someone was pounding on the door that protected her most tightly kept secret. She took a breath and then whispered, “Always.”

Up in Jason’s bedroom, I’d been tempted to collapse back into bed, pull Jason and Manson close and demand Lucas snuggle up too. Lying there with them had felt so comfortable, so normal. Like I was meant to be there.

I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. This soft vulnerability. This need that had nothing to do with sex. This was only supposed to be about sex, nothing more.

“But I didn’t hate her, Jess. Never. Not even once. I don’t think I could, even if I tried, even if I wanted to.”

“I’m not good at hating people, Jess. Hate is too heavy, it’s too much. I’d rather find the good in people, when I can. I’d rather give some grace to others who are figuring it all out, because I’m trying to do the same thing.”

“But I forgave you back then. I’ve forgiven you every day since. I’ll always forgive you. And if you talk to the boys like you just talked to me, I know they’ll forgive you too.”

“Thank you, sir.” She giggled slightly after she said it. “Or should I say Master?” “You better be careful about using that title,” I said, unable to stop the smile on my face. “Otherwise I’m going to end up never letting you go.”

It would be the first time I was going out in public with all four of them. The idea was as intimidating as it was thrilling.

“Sounds like compersion,” he said. “It’s when you feel happy for someone else’s happiness. Like when Vincent flirts with you, I know he’s enjoying himself and enjoying your company. So it makes me happy.” “I had no idea there was a word for that,” I said. “It’s like the opposite of jealousy.” “Yeah, it’s like that. Finding joy in other people’s joy. That’s part of why the four of us get along so well. We really want to see each other happy.”

Finally, I heard a smile in his voice. “Good girl. All right, I’ll talk to you soon. L—” He cut off abruptly and cleared his throat, as if he’d stumbled over the word. “Later.”

like heaven.” Manson’s voice was tight, breathless. “I don’t want a single fucking day to go by that you don’t have one of us filling you up. You should always feel us inside you, dripping down your thighs, every hole aching…”

Maybe I wanted it to scar. Maybe I wanted his name on my skin forever, but I didn’t say it.

He gave me that crooked smile that made my heart flutter. “Do I really look like I’d murder someone?” “Well…” I let it hang, then leaned toward him and said quietly, “You look like you could murder this pussy, so yeah, you do look like a killer.”

Manson’s name was carved into her skin. It gave me a shiver of pleasure to see the way my man had already claimed her, and I brushed my fingers over the cuts, before hurriedly tugging down my boxers.

“I’m not good at letting go of things I want, and you…I have wanted you for so goddamn long.”

-Lucas

“You won,” I finally said, once I had enough air in my lungs. “You won, you little brat. Happy?” I swear the way she wiggled was another victory dance. “Yeah. I’m happy, Lucas.”

I was pathetic. Falling for a woman I should have detested, having thoughts of domestic bliss and imagining beds big enough for all of us.

She kissed me, and it was so much slower and gentler than any kiss I’d ever been given. It made my body melt in a way I really wasn’t used to. I liked it. More than liked it. Far, far more.

“I’ve missed this…” He ran his fingers along my jaw, traced them down my throat and then laid his hand there. He didn’t squeeze, but I liked the weight of his hand. “I’ve missed you.”

Manson to Lucas

“What do you need from me, pup?” he said.

Only pleasure. Only agony. Only us.

Finally, although the words still trembled, I said quietly, “I love you.” He rested his head against my back, his breath warm on my skin. “I love you, too.”

“If you can get through the night, you’ll see the sun again,” I said, repeating the words he’d told me back then. “Keep chasing the next sunrise.”