Chapter 12
Lyra
Two weeks had passed since the kiss and having sex with Cole in the shower. It was na?ve of me to believe that no one knew. I didn’t talk about it. Scott and Cole, maybe, but I wouldn’t bring it up.
Ever.
A few days after that afternoon, Jonesy had to leave for a trial in New York. He stopped by my room in the wee hours of the morning, when everyone else still slept too... I don’t know what he was thinking. Didn’t really care either. I woke to him pressing a kiss to my forehead. He smelled of expensive cologne and wore a suit that probably cost more than my parents’ little farm. He sat on the bed beside me, giving me a moment to wake up better, before bracing himself over me. His lips brushed mine and the heated pulse of recognition zapped across my skin.
Couldn’t say what possessed us in the heat of an earlier morning moment, but he shifted the covers down, and while defiling my mouth with his naughty tongue, he fingered my pussy until I couldn’t breathe, let alone make a sound. When he cleaned his fingers of my cum, he stared at me with heavy hazel eyes while the spark of my orgasm cascaded over me. The intensity, along with the indolent sensuality of the moment, seared into my mind forever. Yet, it was the words he spoke afterwards that hit the strongest. “The next time you scream for me, you’ll be on my cock, begging for my cum.”
Since then, the achiness never fully went away. Each time I rubbed my clit, trying to ease the arousal consuming my every thought. Let alone the words he whispered in the early morning light.
I suspected Cole and Scott knew Jonesy paid me a visit before he left, maybe Lowe too, but again, no one brought it up. At some point I’d have to say something, right? Tell the guys or Lowe? I wasn’t upset or afraid of Jonesy, quite the opposite. I literally counted the hours before he’d return, because the following day, we’d start the shoot for the movie. To say I was a little nervous was the understatement of the year. I still wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be doing, but Lowe promised we’d have a script, and it would be simple.
Somehow, choreographing sex scenes didn’t seem simple at all.
A knock came at the connecting door to my room, and I glanced up from the book I’d been reading. Scott peeked his head in. He looked as if he’d been napping. It should be a crime to look that perfectly rumpled and hot. “Hey.” The rough edge to his voice had a pleasant warmth blooming within me. “You busy?”
I shook my head, marking my page before putting the book down. “What’s up?”
“We’re the only ones here right now,” he murmured, stepping into my room, shirtless with his shorts low on his hips. Should be a crime to look that damn good. “I thought we could talk?”
Oh, that kind of sounded ominous. “Uh, sure. About what?”
“The other morning.”
Shit. We hadn’t been as quiet as I thought we had been. “With Jonesy?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“Well, this conversation is going swimmingly.” I closed my laptop and put everything to the side then patted the bed beside me. “You know he also kissed me, and no one seemed to have an issue with it.”
Scott’s sea glass eyes went wide. “No. I didn’t mean it that way. I wasn’t jealous or anything.”
“Of me or Jonesy?”
He chuckled. “Neither. What I meant is, you seem a bit... Frustrated. You know, uh...”
“For being so experienced, you sure do act like you have no clue what you’re doing,” I joked.
Scott rolled his eyes. “I’m trying to be polite. Look, if you’re ever feeling edgy or need help taking care of business. Cole and I are here for you, Lowe too. You just have to ask. We’re not dicks and if Jonesy comes back and finds out we left you pent up the whole time he was gone, he’d kick our asses.”
“So, Jonesy is the leader of this rag-tag group?” For the first time I felt like I was being let into their little family. Though, I had a sneaky suspicion the closeness they displayed here, didn’t translate in the real world. The house felt like a bubble. A place where no one knew what we did or didn’t do. Almost no sound passed through the walls. For all I knew, late at night they carried on wild orgies within the basement of the house.
“No, that’s Lowe. While Jonesy has the right type of personality, he shuts it off and gives over his control to Lowe. Who, if you haven’t realized, is a control freak. Maybe not about things here much but in the library and on the set, he’s strict.
“Interesting. I feel like I’m learning all the gossip.”
“Anyway, I wanted to check on you is all,” he said. “I’ll let you get back to studying.”
“So, about that helping hand,” I said, as he stood. “Can I collect any time?”
Scott stumbled over his words, lowering himself back to the bed. The puffs of air went with the frustrated little sounds he made. “Well, I mean... Sure.”
“Wait, did you come in here thinking I’d say no?” I stifled a laugh.
“Can’t blame me,” he said. “I know you fucked Cole, even though you won’t tell us. By the look on your face later that night along with his shit-eating grin, it was way too easy to figure out.”
I nodded. “Look, this is all so new. I know we’re not in a relationship, but you and Cole are. I’m not sure what the protocol is with this situation.”
“You have nothing to worry about where I’m concerned. We both like you. Have liked you since that first day in Statistics. I know this is different, but we’ll figure it out along the way. Sound fair?”
“Sounds fair,” I agreed.
“Now about the other.” Scott placed my hands on his shoulders before grabbing my hips and lifting me off the bed. “For this, I want you in my bed. I want Cole to smell you tonight.”
Wait. What? “I don’t understand.”
“I want your scent on our sheets. I want him to know you came in our bed. I want him so wild when he tries to find you, I’ll pounce.” Scott grinned. “You’ll see. He’ll go wild and out of his mind once he figures it out.”
“Okay,” I agreed.
“So, what can I do for you to relieve some of that built up tension? Hands, fingers, mouth, or cock? Those are your choices.” He gave me space to think. If anything, I liked that about them. All of them. Well, except for Lowe. He seemed to keep a professional distance with me, but I didn’t mind. Cooking breakfast with him. Spending the afternoon before the library closed helping him sort books and return them back to the shelves gave us ample time to get to know each other. “You’re thinking hard.”
“Sorry,” I muttered. “I kind of rambled in my head. Happens when I’m nervous.”
“Oh? Where did your mind wander?”
“Lowe,” I mumbled.
“Do you want him to join us?” Scott asked. His neutral tone unnerved me. I expected something. Anger or enthusiasm or somewhere between the two.
“I don’t know,” I said, shrugging. I haven’t ever explored a dynamic like this with another person present. The kiss was the first time I’d shared with two guys.
“Hold that thought.” He lifted his finger. “I’ll be right back.”
He stomped down the stairs to the first floor, and when he returned a few minutes later, Lowe was with him. He’d taken off his stuffy suit and wore a pair of lounge pants and his signature tank top. I often wondered over the last few weeks when he had time to work out. Although, considering he carried all those heavy books, he might not need to work out as often. Some of them had to weigh close to twenty pounds.
The older. The heavier.
When his gaze clashed with mine, I felt like he swallowed me whole, eating me up with those winter gray eyes. They reminded me of an early winter morning when the light filtered through the dreary sky, changing the colors of the clouds from black to a soft smoky gray and lavender of the coming snow.
“Lyra,” Lowe said, while he continued to devour me. “Scott said you had a question for me.”
I gaped. “I... I...” Traitor. I cut my gaze to Scott, who snickered from behind Lowe. Pay backs were a bitch. Lowering my gaze, I focused on my hands. “Did you know about Jonesy?”
“And you?” Lowe chuckled softly. “Who do you think gave him the idea?”
Shock jolted me. “I thought you were sleeping still. I didn’t know...”
Lowe held up his hand. “Jonesy and I are best friends. We talk about everything, and he wanted to wake you up.”
Well, he’d successfully done that. “Oh.”
“That’s not her only question,” Scott prodded. “Right, Lyra?”
Yep, kill him. “You’re an asshole. He probably has better things to do than fulfill some stupid request from me.”
“Try me,” Lowe said. “It’s obvious from here you and Scott had some kind of plan.”
I took a fortifying breath, holding it for ten seconds before I said, “Would you join us?”
A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Join you how? Watching or joining you?”
“Whatever you prefer?” I replied, unsure if he’d even agree.
“What will you give me if I want to participate?” He stepped closer to me while Scott stayed at Lowe’s back, watching me.
“Wh-What do you want?” I gulped.
He stopped in front of me and tipped my chin up. “You. I want you, Lyra. Is that so hard to believe?”
“I mean...” I picked at the cuticle of my thumb. Cole said something about a pamper day before we started shooting. Nails, hair, and makeup. The whole deal. Scott added he’d take me lingerie shopping as long as I promised to put on a fashion show for him. “YouhaveJonesy.” I ran my words together, ashamed of the longing within me. It was greedy. Four men. This sort of insta-relationship. Who did that?
Lowe chuckled. “Are you jealous?”
No. Not even close. “Maybe a bit disappointed. You have to know how hot you are.”
“Now, now,” he whispered. “All you have to do is tell me.” He cupped my cheek grazing his thumb along the line of my jaw. “I wouldn’t have encouraged you to stick around if I didn’t want you here. Or had the boys not been so damn intrigued by you. Then I met you...” He bent his head, rubbing his lips against mine before settling in for a scorching kiss. Where Cole tempted me and Jonesy imprinted on me, Lowe, set me ablaze. Being kissed by him was like pouring an accelerant onto the embers of a fire.
Simply put, I burned for him.
Lowe eased away, breaking the kiss and groaned. “You blush in the most amazing shade of pink. I want to see how far down it goes.”
Heat suffused my cheeks. I bit my lip to keep from saying something stupid, which wasn’t hard to do around them. It was like they flipped the reset button in my brain, and I couldn’t string two words together properly. “Uh...” Overwhelmed, I looked to Scott, who didn’t seem to interfere, instead he watched and waited until I called for him.
Lowe’s fingertips grazed my hip as the warmth of his hand glided upward. “Tell us what you want, Lyra.” He placed his hand between my breasts, like he wanted to feel that connection between us and the beat of my heart. It was the single most intimate thing I’d ever experienced. No one spoke. No one moved. The longer his palm stayed in place the warmer my flesh became.
“Both of you,” I murmured. “Please.”
Lowe’s slow, sinful grin illuminated his features. He was that predator I’d witnessed with Jonesy. The control freak as Scott called it. He removed my shirt and instantly my nipples hardened under their gazes. If I thought my time with Jonesy and Cole was amazing, I had a feeling Scott and Lowe would ruin me for the rest of my life.
Not that I was complaining.
They could leave me rode hard and hung up wet, and I’d still come back for more.