Brooklyn ~32~

                                    

                                          
They refused to let me go back home. I'm being held hostage by three hot men. Am I complaining? No. Am I being treated better than ever? Yes. Any person in their right mind wouldn't complain. 
They had pushed the couches together to make a huge bed like structure. They tossed blankets and pillows in it and put on a movie. I was laid between Atticus and Zachary, and Callan was between my legs with his head on my stomach. He had fallen asleep before the movie even hit the 20-minute mark. My fingers gently massaged his scalp, keeping him asleep.
I pretended not to notice Atticus staring at me, the movie was long forgotten, and his eyes watched me and me alone. Zachary was the only one watching the movie. Mumbling curses to himself whenever something happened. 
My eyelids felt heavy, and the gentle rise and fall of Callan's shoulders only lulled me further. I felt someone's hand play with the ends of my hair, sending me right to sleep. 
Was this being selfish? Having three men all to myself? No. I don't care anymore. For once, something good has happened to me without me working hard for it. I didn't want to jinx it. 
This felt good. This felt normal. I was so grateful that they came into my life, and I hadn't even known them for that long. They listened to me when I talked and they obeyed when I said no. What else could I possibly ask for?
When I woke up, I felt a warm body pressed to my front and back. I opened my eyes slowly, noticing the lights off, and the curtains pulled shut. The TV was off, and a blanket was draped over my hips. I lifted my head to see I was lying on Atticus's chest, Zachary spooning me, and Callan was nearly off the couch, his upper body barely on it. 
I couldn't help but stare at Atticus's sleeping profile. He looked so peaceful, so relaxed. I debated if I should move off of him but I didn't want to wake him. I propped my head up with my arm, staring at him. Was this creepy? Damn right, it was. 
His face had tiny scars on them, his eyebrow had a small slit in it from where a scar ran down from his forehead to his eyelid. I hadn't noticed that before. His nose was a little crooked, a small bump in the bridge. It matched his face perfectly. His sharp jawline was covered in short stubble, and his lips were shaped by the gods. Those lips that are so soft yet kiss so hard. 
"Stop staring at me." He whispered, his eyes remaining shut. I was startled, nearly jumping back like a scared cat. He opened his eyes and looked at me. My lips parted to give him some sassy comeback, but when his eyes fell to where my chest lay against him, I shut my mouth quickly. 
"I would move, but..." I trail off quietly, looking over my shoulder at Zachary. He ignored me for a moment, eyeing where our bodies touched. I tried to move, but Zachary only pressed himself against me harder, forcing me even closer to Atticus. I curse softly and look at him nervously, praying he isn't upset. 
"I don't want you to move." He whispers, looking at me with calm eyes. I couldn't help but stare at them. It was the first time he looked at me with such calmness. There was no raging fire, no hunger, no lust. Just serenity. 
His arm moved under my armpit, his palm resting on the back of my head. He smiles softly, his dimples peeking out at me.
"Your dimples are cute," I whisper sweetly, making him quirk a brow at me. I simply smile back at him, chuckling softly when he rolls his eyes. "What?"
"Nothing about me is cute, baby girl." He murmurs, giving me a bored look. I snort softly and shake my head.
"You're right. Everything about you is adorable." I tease, making him groan. I chuckle softly and tilt my head back, letting him hold it up. His eyes burned into my throat, making me look at him again.
"Have you seen your neck yet?" He smirks, making me furrow my brows and shake my head. He takes his phone from his back pocket and opens the camera. He holds the phone up and takes a picture of me. I grin and chuckle, the flash nearly blinding me. I heard the camera shutter again, making me narrow my eyes at him. 
He shows me the picture, my bruised neck catching my attention. My eyes widen, and I stare at him in shock. He smirks and cuts his phone off, placing it to the side. He inhales softly and looks at me again. I smile softly, feeling his hand gently push at the back of my head, connecting his lips with mine. 
He was so gentle that it left me breathless. He didn't kiss me with urgency. He kissed me with gentleness that I couldn't describe. I hum softly, kissing him back just as gently. I felt Zachary roll away from my back, his soft snores still indicating he was asleep. Now that he wasn't against me, I moved to lift my weight off of Atticus. However, when I propped myself up, he tugged me even closer. Using his other hand, he hooks my leg over his waist, adjusting me so that I straddled him. 
I part from him for a second, looking down at our position. I look at him to see the same calm look in his eyes, making me lean back down and kiss him. His hands moved up and down my back, his rough hands playfully slapping my rear. I grin against his lips, feeling his chest rumble in a chuckle. 
His hands moved under his shirt that I was wearing, gently caressing my skin. I reach back and grab his right hand, squeezing it softly. He paused his movements.
"Tickles.." I murmur against his lips, making him snort. He resumes his touches, careful with my sides. I place my hands on either side of his head, wanting to run them through his hair but refraining from it. Me being on him was touching him enough. 
"We have an audience." He whispers against my lips. It took me a second to process what he said. Once I did, I pulled away quickly and looked over at Callan and Zachary, who were now awake and watching us. My mouth suddenly felt dry, Atticus's hands up my shirt didn't help now. 
"Oh no, please keep going, I'm quite enjoying this episode." Zachary teased, grinning at me. I try to move off of Atticus, but he plants his hands on my hips, keeping me still. 
"One second." He grumbled, closing his eyes for a second before looking at me again. I looked at him confused before the feeling of something hard pressed against my thigh made my eyes widen.
"Are you..?" I say speechless. All I did was kiss him! 
"Yes. You see what you do to me?" He groans, letting his hands drop from my hips. I slide off of him carefully. Sitting cross-legged on the couch. The other two got closer, Zachary pouncing at me and making my back hit the cushions, his hands found their way under my shirt and began tickling me. 
Callan laughed as Zachary played his murder attempt on me. I tried clawing, kicking, biting, and slapping my way out from under his attack, but nothing worked. I could hardly breathe from how much I laughed. 
"Can't breathe!" I squealed, rolling over onto my stomach to try and get away from him. He chuckled and stopped his attack, leaning down and kissing my shoulder. I panted softly, still giggling from the aftershocks. Atticus reached over and moved the hair that stuck to my face. Zachary hiked my shirt up and kissed down my spine, leaving a lingering kiss on the small of my back.
I look over my shoulder at him, seeing him smile cheekily. I smile back and shake my head softly, looking over at Callan, who twists his body to crack his back. He hummed softly and looked at me, sending me a wink. 
Callan reached over and tucked me into his side, keeping me cuddled to him as Zachary went on about some random thing that happened to him a few days ago. He continued to rant, not making any more sense after the phrase, "I realized Banana, Tuesday, and November 2nd all have the same feeling. You get me?".
Atticus ended up using his foot to push Zachary off the couch.