Chapter 37 #2
Sawyer beams, and my chest aches, too full and too fucking hopeful to play it cool.
“Yeah,” I manage, trying to hide the crack in my voice. “Yeah, I’ll stay…but I’m sleeping in here.” I jerk my chin at the bed, right between him and Sawyer.
Sawyer bursts out laughing, eyes bright. Jasper rolls his eyes so hard I’m pretty sure he sees his brain. “Of course you are,” he deadpans. “Should’ve known you were just angling for a permanent invite to our bed.”
I shrug, grinning. “Hey, you offered. Might as well make myself comfortable.”
Sawyer grins between us, warm and wicked. “You two are going to be hell.”
JASPER
Three days after Riot moved in, the house finally feels full.
His boxes are stacked in the hall, his boots are next to the door, and his loud laugh echoes off the high ceilings.
Macee’s been here the last couple of days helping Sawyer unpack, filling the place with her chaos and chatter.
Silas came by today to review the next offers from management, but I think we’re going to take a break from touring for the rest of the year.
Give me, Sawyer, and Riot, some more time together.
I think Riot said his band is taking a break too since Dex’s wife is going to be in labor with their first child any day now, and he wants to be home for the first few months after his daughter is born.
Now it’s late afternoon, and they’re all standing in the driveway, sun beating down, everyone yawning and stretching after a day spent wrangling Riot’s vinyl collection. Macee hugs Sawyer so hard she squeaks.
Silas offers, “I’ll go get the truck cleaned out since I’m taking you to the airport,” and Macee grins, waving off any protest as she links arms with Sawyer and heads to get her bags.
I follow, grabbing Silas’s jacket and tossing it his way. He gives me that look—older brother mode engaged, sharp but softer than it used to be.
On the way to the truck, he clears his throat. “So, you did it. Never thought I’d see the day you’d share a house, let alone with two other people. Sawyer’s good for you, you know that?”
I can’t help but smile. “Yeah. I know.”
He leans against the truck, arms folded. “You’re different, man. Calmer. Almost normal, if you don’t count the throuple thing.”
I choke, laugh, and roll my eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Silas. I did it for Sawyer.”
He grins, not letting up. “I’m serious. It’s good, though. And I’m not judging. Far as I’m concerned, you deserve to be happy. Both of you do. All three, I guess.” He smirks. “But if you and Riot start wearing matching pajamas, I’m calling Dr. Phil.”
I snort. “Yeah, well, he’s already trying to move in on my side of the bed.”
Silas laughs, a deep, sound I haven’t heard in a long time. “I mean it, Jas. I’m proud of you. Didn’t think you had it in you, honestly. She’s a force of nature. And somehow you’re less of an asshole with her around.”
I elbow him, and he elbows me back, just like when we were kids.
Then I cock my head, lowering my voice. “What about you and Macee, huh? Offering her a ride after she had already ordered an Uber?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him. “Anything going on there?”
Silas snorts, but there’s a smile he tries—and fails—to hide. “Get in the house, Little Brother. Don’t you have some polyamorous nesting to do?”
I laugh, flipping him off as I head inside, warmth blooming in my chest. For the first time in forever, it actually feels like home.
SAWYER
The guys have been impossible all day. Every time Macee turned her back or Silas ducked into another room, it was like a silent competition of who could get me worked up the most. Riot slid his palm up the inside of my thigh under the kitchen table, and said something about fucking me over his drum set.
Jasper caught me alone in the hallway, and pinned me against the wall with his body, and whispered all the filthy things he’d do to me once we had the house to ourselves again.
Fingers on my waist, teeth at my ear, breath hot against my skin—every little touch winding me tighter.
By the time Silas and Macee left, I was barely holding it together. My skin tingles everywhere they touched me, memories replaying like a fever. Now, the house is finally quiet—just me, my racing thoughts, and a low thrum of need that refuses to fade.
I stand in the middle of Jasper’s—no, our—bedroom, glancing at the pile of moving boxes the guys promised to haul out. Their laughter still echoes in the halls even though they’re gone. I almost expect to turn around and find them watching me, already plotting what to do next.
I cross to the mirror, stripping off my shorts and shirt.
I leave my bra and panties on—black lace, new, a little treat for myself.
My nipples are already tight, heat pooling between my thighs.
I run my hands up my body, trying to slow my breathing, but it’s pointless.
My mind is a reel of their hands, their voices, their rough, filthy promises.
I slide a hand between my legs, already soaked, pressing just enough to take the edge off. I close my eyes and let myself imagine them—Riot’s mouth hot and greedy, Jasper’s hands everywhere, both of them pinning me down and making me beg.
God, they’ve fucking ruined me.
My breathing turns ragged, chest rising and falling as I tease myself, hips rolling against my palm.
I imagine Jasper on his knees behind me, spreading me open, that dangerous growl in his throat.
Riot’s teeth at my neck, his hand sliding over my breast, pinching just hard enough to hurt.
I whimper, grinding down harder, trying to remember every word they whispered in my ear, every filthy threat.
I drop to the edge of the bed, legs parted, bra pushed up, panties already soaked through. My fingers slip under the lace, stroking my clit, two fingers dipping inside me, slow at first, then faster. I bite my lip to keep quiet, but a broken moan escapes, anyway.
I let my head fall back, the room spinning with heat and want. “Fuck…” I whisper, wishing it were their hands, their mouths. I arch off the bed, chasing that sharp, perfect edge—so close, so fucking close—
“Jesus Christ, Trouble.” I whip my head up, wide-eyed, to see them both in the doorway, staring at me like they’ve just found the best surprise of their lives.
Riot grins, teeth flashing. “Really couldn’t wait, huh? You know we were only gone—what—twenty minutes?”
I try to close my legs, but Jasper’s already across the room, kneeling between my knees, prying them open again. “No, none of that. Let’s see how desperate you are.”
Riot drops his boxes on the floor, stalking over, eyes glued to where my fingers are still slick and glistening between my thighs. He grabs my wrist, brings my fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.
“You wanna cum that bad, Angel?” he teases, voice pure sin. “Couldn’t wait for your boys to get home?”
I’m blushing, but there’s no hiding the need written all over me. “You two drove me insane all day. I—I couldn’t help it.”
Jasper moves his arms under my knees, hauling me to the edge, mouth already hot on my inner thigh. “Let us help, then.”
Riot’s behind me, his lips at my ear. “Next time you get this needy, you call us…Or never mind, just start without us. Because fuck, Sawyer—you look so fucking perfect rubbing yourself.”
Jasper’s lips brush right over the wet lace, tongue circling my clit until I gasp, my hips jerking up for more pressure. Riot’s hands are everywhere—skimming my sides, yanking my bra down to expose my tits, pinching and rolling my nipples until I arch off the bed.
He leans over me, teeth at my neck, whispering, “You know how crazy you make us, Hellcat? Coming home to this? You on your back, dripping for us, touching yourself like you can’t wait another second?”
Jasper hooks his fingers in my panties, ripping them down my legs. He groans at the mess between my thighs, spreading me open with his thumbs, eyes dark with hunger.
Riot’s lips brush my ear, his hands firm on my arms as he pins me in place. “You’re so fucking perfect that you deserve to cum just for that fact alone.”
Jasper flashes him a wicked grin over my shoulder. “Does she, though? Because I’m thinking she doesn’t deserve to cum. Not after starting without us.”
Riot’s fingers trace my inner thigh, so close to where I’m throbbing, but he doesn’t touch. “You couldn’t wait twenty minutes?” He clicks his tongue, fake disappointment in his voice. “Maybe you do need to learn some patience.”
I squirm, desperate for them, arching my back as Jasper trails kisses down my stomach, tongue flicking over my navel.
“Maybe we should make her beg for it,” Riot drawls, eyes locked on Jasper’s. “Hell, maybe we should make her watch us get each other off first—see how she likes being left out.”
Jasper laughs while sliding a hand up to squeeze my throat, his thumb brushing my jaw. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Little Demon? Want to watch me ruin Riot while you just sit there, dripping?”
I let out a broken whine, hips rolling against nothing. “Please, please—”
Riot kneels behind me on the bed, mouth at my neck, voice low and filthy. “You like that? Want to see us tease each other till you’re crying for it? Tell us, Sawyer. Tell us what you want.”
Jasper catches Riot’s gaze, a challenge sparking between them. “We could have a little fun, Riot.”
Riot’s hand slips under my chin, tipping my face up so I have to meet Jasper’s hungry stare.
“You want to see us kissing and touching each other? Hmmm, Riot, what do you think?”
Riot grins, a spark in his eyes that promises trouble. He tips his head, looking at Jasper like he might eat him alive. “I think she wants a fucking show.”
Jasper leans in, his mouth an inch from mine. “She can’t decide if she wants to watch or if she wants to be ruined in the middle of it.”
“Both,” I whisper, almost too desperate to care if I sound pathetic. “I want both.”