My four lovers (Menage , boyxboy + boyxgirl , mmmmf)

Chapter 16

I'm soooo sorry!!!! >.<


I know it's been ages since I've uploaded... I've been having some issues that I had to deal with, so I had to put off writing for a moment... :(



I've missed writing.. Hopefully I'll be able to post some more fun stuff..


Meanwhile, I hope this chapter is enough to make up for time you guys have waited..


Thank you all for liking this book, and thank you for not giving up. I love you all, and I hope you enjoy MFL.. <3 ^_^
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Damon groaned and thrust himself harder into Matt's hand. "Gladly."


Seeing them getting it on in the dining room of all places was turning Rick and Lysander on too.



Before they could continue anything though, they heard light footsteps before seeing a sleepy looking Layla walking in, her hand rubbing her eyes. She froze when she saw them.



"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something? I-I'll just... I'll just go.." She turned blushing furiously and was about to run back to her room when strong arms circled her waist.



"Nuh-uh. You're not running away from me princess. You're mine today." Rick pulled her in and turned her around to give her a good morning kiss, which turned hot pretty fast.



"Don't forget about me, you're mine today too." Damon stalked over to the two and started kissing and nibbling Layla's neck from behind.



She was now sandwiched between two giants who were very aroused, judging from the tents in their pants and when they closed in around her to nibble and kiss her, she couldn't help but let out a little gasp, which was quickly followed by a loud moan, right into Rick's hungry mouth.



Matt walked over to Lysander and pulled him onto his lap. While he kissed and sucked on Lysander's neck, together they watched Layla being sandwiched between the other two.



As she was getting lost in their administrations, Layla remembered her decision to leave last night, and reluctantly, she pushed against Rick's chest.



Rick felt her pushing and pulled back slightly, not wanting to rush her. But he still kept his lips on her, not wanting to let her go just yet, and giving her butterfly kisses on her nose, eye lids, both cheeks and finally on her lips. When he finally did pull back, he was satisfied to see a dazed expression on Layla's face.



Caressing her face softly, he whispered, " Time for breakfast, my love. I hope you're hungry."



Still dazed, she nodded and Damon reluctantly let her go, so that Rick could pull her to sit at the counter in front of their kitchen, where he had set her food.



As she was eating, Layla wondered how she was going to stop herself from falling from them. They were her bosses after all, it's not like she could stop herself seeing them. And she couldn't quit her job because she needed the pay, otherwise she wouldn't be able to pay the loans she made for her house.



Why can't I fall in love with them again?



'Because you're not good enough for them idiot!' Her subconscious scolded her. However, there was a small part of her that hoped that they would love her anyway.



But she was a realistic person. She wasn't going to delude herself of the truth, no matter how much she wanted that lie to be true.



She sighed loudly and played with her waffles. Suddenly she wasn't so hungry anymore.



"What's wrong sweetheart? Don't you like waffles?" Rick asked, concern in his voice.



"No, it's nothing." She gave him a stiff smile and forced herself to take a bite. It was good, as usual. But the thought of having to leave them made her heart ache and her appetite leave.



Sharing a look of concern with the others, Damon took her hand gently in his."Come on Cara, if you don't feel like eating, we won't force you."



He pulled her from the chair and led her to his music studio. Inside, she was amazed at how many instruments he had. They were all shiny and clean, and she knew that he constantly polished and tuned them.



"Welcome to my haven. This is where I can truly be myself." Damon smiled.



First, she went over to where he kept his CDs. There were ALOT of them. It was crazy. He had every kind of music from classical to rock to even opera.



"You like opera???" She gasped. Damon didn't seem like the opera loving type at all.



Chuckling at her facial expression, Damon replied. "You'd be surprised to find that some of them are actually really good. Andrea Bocelli is my favourite. The way he sings, it's hard to believe that he's actually blind."



Nodding in agreement, she flipped through the albums of bands labelled "Favourite".



"You like Anberlin!!!"



"Yup, they're my favourite band. My favourite is 'Feel good drag', 'unwinding cable car' and 'modern age'." He grinned excitedly.



"Mine too!!! I love '*fin' as well! It's weird but the good kind." She grinned back happily.



"Oooooh!! Alter bridge!! I love the lead singer, Myles Kennedy! Especially his blue eyes, oh I could swoon." She gushed.



Damon wasn't very happy with that. "What's wrong with brown eyes?" he muttered.



"huh? What did you say?"



"Nothing, nothing. What about paramore? She's good." and she's a girl, he muttered silently.



"Yup, I like her too!" She smiles happily.



She then turned her attention to the instruments scattered around the room. Going around the studio, touched each instrument she passed. Plucking the guitar strings to see how they sounded, tapping on the drums, and even blowing the horn although no sound came out. She was like a little girl testing out her new toys and Damon smiled adoringly at her.



"You having fun?" He teased lightly.



She couldn't help but grin sheepishly at him. "I'm sorry, I've only played the piano before and I've never seen so many instruments in one place, not even in music shops!"



"Really? You play the piano?"



She nodded, "A little, I went for classes when I was....younger."



Damon knew she was referring to when before her mother passed away and he couldn't help the anger that built inside him at the thought of the poor excuse of a father she had.



Determined to distract her from the painful memories, he led her to the piano and sat her down. "Play something for me."



"Bu-but it's been ages since I played! I can hardly remember anything!" She stuttered, staring wide eyed at him.



"Anything will do, whatever you remember, however short it is."



Hesitantly placing her hands on the keys, she started playing the tune to "Amazing Grace."



It was a simple melody, with simple chords, but it sounded sweet to Damon just the same.



When she finished, Damon clapped loudly, causing her to blush in embarrassment. "I'm sorry, that's the only song I know."



"It was good, cara mia. Really good." He assured her gently.



Smiling shyly, she looked up at him excitedly, "You play something! You're way better than me."



He shook his head again. "You can't compare when it comes to music, cara. Music that touches the heart, no matter how simple it is, is good music."



He walked over and sat down beside her. Taking her small hand in his, he placed a kiss on her hand, then nibbling her fingers one by one, causing her to gasp at the sensations he caused.



"You want to know a secret?" He waited for her nod before he continued.



"Music is one of the only things that can help me let out my feelings. My confusion, my frustrations, my uncertainty, and of course, love."


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