NOAH’s POV

It’s been six months after our wedding—Noah and I. And it was a bright Sunday morning. We were laying on our bed, but we weren’t alone.

All five of us—Me, Liam, Jamal, Marcus and Tyrone—were still tangled together. 

Liam was curled against my chest, breathing slowly. 

Marcus lay behind him, one heavy arm over both of us. 

Jamal was spooned behind me, his soft cock resting warmly between my ass cheeks. 

Tyrone was at the foot of the bed, lazily stroking my calf.

We were still together even after our wedding. Is this how it is going to continue? 

And I could feel the slow trickle of last...