Dave praised them all, encouraging them to keep it up even as he kept fucking, fucking, making Kayla lose track of time and anything except the endorphins flooding her veins. She closed her eyes and went inward, knowing it was selfish and sure that her lovers wouldn’t care if she used the sensations they generated to heal herself.
As they fucked, Dave and Neil synced. Before she knew it and definitely before she was ready, her pussy tightened. Her ass strangled Neil’s cock, making it harder for him to drill fully inside. And when Dave tapped those tensed muscles inside her, he felt too damn good to resist.
Kayla cried out, trying to warn them of her impending explosion, but James, Neil, Dave, and Devon didn’t need any explanation. They were right there, ready to fling themselves over the blazing edge of pleasure with her.
“It’s okay, Kayla.” Devon stroked her cheek with trembling fingers. “We’ve got you. We’re here with you and it’s going to be okay. I promise. Let go, we’ll be right by your side.”
Kayla’s eyes flew open and she saw that Devon was right. Dave was staring down at her with lust, sure, but also affection and a hint of concern that even desire couldn’t erase. Neil hugged her from below and James did the same from above.
Her back arched and she shuddered, clamping down hard on Dave and Neil, who fucked her fast, hard, and deep. James ground onto the vibrator in his ass and lapped her clit in the figure eight motion he knew she couldn’t resist. Devon threw her head back and swiped her pussy over Neil’s mouth, nose, and chin.
Kayla felt strung on the edge of desire for endless moments. When she broke, the world caught up in a flurry of motion, light, and sound. A strangled cry left her throat as she came, flexing and shaking. Doubly so when she felt the guys cave, unable to resist the call of her body to theirs. Dave and Neil flooded her, overflowing her with jet after jet of their warm release.
Devon shrieked, clutching Kayla’s shoulder to keep from toppling.
And James joined them, shooting in earthy splats across her belly as he quaked above her.
He was the first to move, sometime later, laving her with gentle licks from the flat of his tongue until she was clean. Kayla kept moving reflexively, rhythmically, which caused Neil to slip from her ass with a groan she echoed. He rolled to his side, tipping her onto the mattress between him and James, then gathered Devon to his chest.
Dave stayed locked within her, talking in gentle tones to her until her body stopped trembling around him. Only then did he pull free, leaving a trail of wetness on her thigh in his wake.
He carefully settled between her and James, squeezing the other man to the side. James didn’t seem to mind. He turned to spoon Dave, rubbing her husband’s thigh until he huffed out a sigh of relief. Kneeling for that long had cost him, but he hadn’t said a word since he’d understood she needed him moving in her, over her.
The five of them snuggled, trying to catch their breath and wallow in the euphoria they’d created and shared with each other.
As bliss gradually receded from Kayla’s cells, it left exhaustion behind. She was empty. Freed from agony long enough that she could embrace oblivion and respite from her racing thoughts for a while. Surrounded by people who loved her and would make sure she was protected, she drifted off, sure her problems would be there waiting when she regained consciousness later.
Except now she felt like she would be able to tackle them, one at a time, and wrestle them to the ground.
Nothing stopped the Powertools when they worked together. And they would always have her back.
Kayla nuzzled her face against Dave’s chest. When his arms squeezed her tighter, she surrendered to fatigue, sure he wouldn’t ever let her go.
None of them would.
4
The next morning, Kayla sat at Devon’s kitchen table with her cell phone clutched in her sweaty hand. She stared at the time on the display, each blink of the colon between the 8 and the 59 kicking her in the gut as if it was a tick of the doomsday clock. The instant it flipped over to nine AM, she dialed the number she’d found on the digital copy of her insurance policy the night before. Thank God Dave had uploaded her important documents to the cloud for safe storage. He was pretty much a genius.
Her eyes watered as she thought again of all the other things that had burned up in the fire. Stuff she could never replace, including her wedding dress and photographs from her childhood. They were invaluable to her, but at least getting the insurance company to help replace the things she could and set a plan for rebuilding would be a start.
She tried over and over to remind herself that she wasn’t alone and that with help, she could put things back like they were supposed to be.
Except right off the bat, things didn’t go as she’d imagined them. Instead of a real person, she got a recording. Not a good omen. “Due to the Westpeak fire, our wait times are currently longer than expected.”
“How? It’s barely opening time?” Kayla groaned.
She sat through crappy song after crappy song on hold, none of them easing her anxiety in the slightest. Thank God Dave had gone out with James, Neil, and Devon to do a final walkthrough of a flip they’d been wrapping up for the crew or they would realize her calm façade that morning at breakfast had been a sham.
It had been nearly ninety minutes before a man who sounded even more tired than her broke through the soft jazz with a bedraggled, “Hello? Thank you for waiting.”
After so long zoned out with that cheesy-ass music droning in the background she nearly dropped her phone in surprise. Wouldn’t that have been her luck to hang up by accident?
“Oh! Hi!” How did she even start? How could she explain what had happened without breaking down again.
“Can I help you?” He seemed slightly annoyed or maybe simply frazzled and rushed. She tried to be sympathetic. There were so many other people who had it as bad, or worse, than her. Thankfully no one had been injured at Bare Natural.
“Yes, I am calling because my home and business burned down in the Westpeak fire.” There. She’d said it. Gotten it out past the phantom smoke still threatening to choke her as she recalled what they’d seen the day before.
“Was it a total loss?” How could he sound so blasé? This man handled other people’s tragedies. At least her life wasn’t that miserable. She reaffirmed to herself then that she wanted to help people celebrate their good times, not deal in their misery.
Which was completely unfair. This poor guy was helping people like her. Or at least she hoped he was going to without causing her too much extra grief in the process.
“Yes.” Kayla nodded although he couldn’t see. It helped her feel better about the raspy whisper she croaked out in response.
“Policy number?” he asked, sort of sounding as if he expected her not to know.
She read it off, clearly enunciating each letter and number.
“Great.” He seemed relieved. “You wouldn’t believe how many people don’t keep that information in a safe place.”
“I’ll thank my husband for you later.” She only realized after she said it how dirty that sounded. “I mean, in a normal, not-kinky kind of way.”
And with that the ice was broken.
The agent laughed and so did she. “Sorry, I’m nervous and still freaking out after seeing everything toasted to a crisp. I’m normally a lot more professional, I swear.”