Chapter 15
T his whole thing should be weird—my three exes, who are now my boyfriends, showing up and whisking me across the country to become a crime lord. Me fucking one of them. Them fucking each other. One of us hating the other. All three of them have hurt me in the past. Badly.
Yes, I have daddy issues. Let’s just admit it.
He was an emotionally unavailable, disengaged father who left my upbringing to boarding schools and our staff. Considering last night’s dream, perhaps that was for the best.
But then I met Luca, then Jax, and finally Enzo. Each of them gave me something different. Each brought out something in me I had always wanted. And then they just—left. They fucking left.
But if Enzo and Luca have anything to say—similar to Jax—maybe there was more to what split us apart. Maybe something that can be healed.
But then what happens after that?
Do I want all of them? Yes, let’s not even kid ourselves. If they would fill every hole I have at the same time and then cuddle with me afterward, that would be the perfect fucking life.
Am I okay with being the only taco in a three-way sausage sandwich?
One hundred percent, yes.
Do I get to have all three of them? Do all of them want me?
Jax, without question. Enzo, probably. But Luca?
He’s avoided me all morning. I’ve heard him, but once he realizes I’m close by, he quietly moves in the other direction. Our history is the oldest. He had me first. He was my first.
The first man to look at me and actually see me. The first man who didn’t tell me I was too loud or ask me to tone myself down. His tongue was the first to ever grace my pussy—and his dick, obviously.
He was the first one to ever come down my throat.
Luca is the reason I learned how to do the jaw thing. He carries a fucking monster between his legs.
Don’t get it twisted—Jax and Enzo are big. Meaty. Girthy. Veiny.
And then Luca walks into the room. His dick arrives first, and he gets there a few minutes later.
I forgot where I was going with this.
But we spent months together at college. He never pressured me. We laid together in his dorm, and he spent nights just kissing me, letting me take my time giving myself to him. And when I let him claim me, I did it completely. I felt him in every inch of my being.
My pussy was still sore when my father had him and his mother over for dinner, announcing that they had gotten married the previous week.
Luca’s mother was my dad’s fifth marriage by that point, and these introductions were routine for me. But apparently not for Luca. He looked at me like I disgusted him and walked out.
And that broke something in me. I felt the fracture, and then I covered it with cement.
Then watching Jax fight the cops as they dragged him away from his almost-bride cracked it open again. But I slathered it up with a new layer, a thicker one this time.
And fucking Enzo spent months of heated looks, secret touches, and unspoken longings to soften me. He spent a weekend pounding through the cement—and my vagina. Then he tossed me out onto the crumbled pavement that was left when he was done with me.
And here I am, surrounded by them, wanting nothing more than for all three of them to break through that cement again.
I can’t decide if that makes me weak—if I’m just begging to be hurt again.
But something in me can’t stop when it comes to them. I’m fucking addicted to the fire in each of them. I want them to consume me with their flames until there is nothing left of me but ashes so I can rise out like a phoenix and do it all over again.
Maybe that means I’m fucked up. Or maybe that is the chaos that makes us perfect for each other.
E xploring the one-story house, it’s fucking massive. The center features a large open space with a tall ceiling. Glass windows stretch to the top, offering an unobstructed view of the mountains on one side and open land on the other. On each side of the home are two long hallways with other rooms—bedrooms and bathrooms—that lead to a central courtyard with a firepit and chairs surrounding it.
In one of those chairs, Luca is sitting, slouched low. He has no shirt on, and his lean build looks sculpted from marble. The geometric tattoos on his forearms stand out against his pale skin. His dark jeans are open, pulled low.
Enzo is on his knees. His mouth is consuming Luca’s cock.
Up and down, he moves, his hand sliding along the length of Luca’s dick, his tongue working the tip as he hollows his cheeks, sucking my stepbrother.
Luca watches him, his usually blue eyes nearly black, pupils blown wide. His mouth is parted, and he’s breathing heavily with each descent Enzo makes down his length.
Luca thrusts his hips slightly, each movement making my pussy clench.
He raises one arm over his head, grabbing the chair behind him. His other hand fists Enzo’s hair, and his thrusts increase. Fuck, he’s getting closer to coming, and my cunt is dripping as I watch.
I slide my hand into my panties and swipe my arousal onto my finger, swirling it around my clit. My free hand grabs the window frame as I close my eyes, remembering how it feels to have Luca plunge into me.
When I open my eyes, my stomach drops—Luca is watching me. Enzo is still working him, still thrusting into him, still fisting his hair.
I remove my hand and back away, suddenly feeling like I’m intruding, like I don’t belong here watching their moment. But the ache between my legs is killing me. The moisture that rubs between my thighs as I walk needs resolution, or I might not be able to breathe again.
“Jax?” I call out, my voice more panicked than it should be.
“Peach?” He’s just ahead in the living room, and his face softens with relief when he sees me. “What is it?”
He starts to get up from the couch, but I push him back down and straddle him. I collide my mouth with his, fisting his shirt as my tongue invades him. His large hands grab my ass, squeezing hard and pulling me closer. He meets my fire with his own, but I need more.
“Fuck me, Jax.” I break from our kiss, panting. “Eat my pussy and fuck me until I can’t see anymore.”
“Get up here.” He lays down and pulls me until I’m sitting on his face. He rips my panties off with a tug, and one swipe of his tongue along my center has him growling, “Damn, baby, you’re so fucking wet.”
This sex god of a man does what he was put on this earth to do—he utterly consumes my pussy. He licks and thrusts his fingers into me until my legs are shaking. I’m humping his face, grinding against him as I shatter, my fingers tangling in his hair. My moans fill the house, but I can’t stop.
The ache is still there. “Please, Jax.”
“Shhh.” He moves behind me. “I’m going to take care of you, Peach.”
I’m still wearing his shirt, and he pulls it off me. I hear him unzip his pants. His free hand pinches my nipple, making me cry out in ecstasy. God, I need him now.
Jax pulls my hair back and thrusts into me with a single go. My cunt squeezes him, still pulsing from the orgasm he just gave me.
“Fu-u-uck, Peach, you’re perfect.”
He’s ruthless. Exactly what I need.
The power of his thrusts slams into me, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other mixing with my mewling.
“Open your eyes, baby. We have an audience.” He pulls back on my hair again, and I find Enzo and Luca standing in the open front door.
Enzo’s hand is frozen on the handle. Luca is a stone pillar with his hands at his sides. His shirt is draped over one shoulder, and the top button of his jeans is undone. The grooves of his pelvis that run beneath his waistband make me whimper, knowing what waits beneath.
My cunt suffocates Jax to the point he grunts and throws his head back. “Fuck, Delaney. Do you like to see them watching you?”
He lowers himself closer to my ear, his voice a low growl. “Did Enzo fuck you on his desk? Bend you over just like this and make you come on his cock?”
God, he did—just like this. My breasts are slapping together from the pounding my pussy is taking, my cunt drenched for him.
“Does it make you wet knowing your stepbrother is watching me fuck you? Do you want his cock fucking you too?”
“God, Jax.” I pant, another orgasm rising within me. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“What else does my little slut want, hm?”
He somehow fucks me harder, and I feel like I’m ascending to heaven when Enzo unzips his pants and steps toward us.
“Do you want a cock to fill that needy mouth?”
Yes.
“Say it, Peach.” He pulls back on my hair, and I yelp at the pain that shoots directly to my throbbing clit. “Did you watch Enzo swallow Luca’s cock and get soaking wet? Did you think about them stretching you and come find me to fuck you?”
I can’t breathe when Enzo pulls his cock out. Fuck, I forgot how pretty it is.
“Fucking answer me.” Jax growls, adding a finger to my clit and a smack to my ass. “You want to be our fuck toy, don’t you? You want us to fill you with our cum?”
Enzo is right in front of me now. His hand circles his dick, stroking it as he tenderly holds my chin. “Tell me, Delaney.”
It’s the way he says my name, the deep timbre of his voice rattling through me, that has my eyes rolling back as an orgasm slams into me.
“Yes!” I finally manage to yell.
As my pussy clenches around Jax, Enzo fills my mouth. They claim me from both ends, and the only other sound I hear besides the pleasure passing between us is the slamming of a door as Luca walks away.