15. Jaxon
15
JAXON
There’s a quick knock on the door, but because of the topic at hand, all I can do is stare at Rya, speechless. Gobsmacked. Dumbfounded. She tilts her head to the side, then, when another light but impatient knock sounds, she scrambles from my lap and hurries to answer. The door creaks as she opens it, but she doesn’t say a damn word, which has my lips twisting and my heart thudding. It’s him. I’m positive. A moment later, the click of the door sounds like gunfire in the quiet room, and she comes around the corner with Logan in tow.
“We were just talking,” she says to him, turning to meet his eyes. “Sort of.” Her nose wrinkles, and his brow raises in response. Oh, yeah . They know each other well enough that he’s probably aware of what she means by that. She hasn’t ever hidden the fact she’s been seeing me, but because she’s sweet, she’s attempting not to shove it in his face, I guess.
His gaze settles on me, holding there until I jut my chin toward him and ask, “What’s going on?” While it’s clear he’s curious about what Rya and I have been up to, the way his jaw is twitching is a dead giveaway he’s got something major on his mind that actually doesn’t have anything to do with Rya being here with me.
Logan’s lips press into a tight line as he stares at me for a moment longer before his eyes flick to Rya. “I wanted to make sure you were with one of us tonight. I, uh… have some info.”
She dampens her lips, looking decidedly nervous. “What do you mean by info?”
Logan rakes a hand through his unruly hair, before gritting out, “The guy who responded to you on the messenger board? He posted a few minutes after you got picked up… about it being fucking rude not to cancel a ride if you found another.”
Blood whooshes through my head, throbbing incessantly. “You mean—” Fuck . What the hell ?
With a sharp nod, Logan affirms the ugly truth. “The asshole who picked her up isn’t the guy from the campus ride program.”
Rya’s eyes become wild as what he’s said hits her full force. “Oh my god,” she murmurs, her distress becoming more and more evident as she begins to shake. A moment later, she staggers as she falls into Logan’s arms, seeking my stepbrother for comfort. The action alone makes me strangely envious of their connection—and wishing I was the one she came to. I work my jaw to the side. But that’s not important right now. She needs to feel safe… and Logan does that for her.
I’m the one who always seems to catch her when she falls. And maybe that’s enough. Maybe— I scrub a hand through my hair. Maybe she needs me, too, just not in the exact same way she needs him.
While I’ve been in my head, he’s been busy smoothing his strong hands over her back, seeking to calm her. “Yeah, I know, baby,” he chokes out. “It’s fucked.”
Without a notion in my head as to what I’m about to do until it’s happening, I join them, sandwiching her between us, placing my hands on her shoulders as Logan’s eyes burn into mine over her head.
“Now you know why I had to make sure you weren’t going to be alone. I don’t fucking like this turn of events at-fucking-all.” Hesitation has his jaw twitching as he studies me. “It’s late.” Taking in a long breath, he murmurs, “You got her tonight?”
I narrow my eyes, sure I haven’t heard him correctly. If I have, the control within him is stunning. If I were on the other side of this—having interrupted the two of them in a private moment—I doubt I’d be handling it so well. Concentrating fully on him, my brain works overtime to figure out what the hell is running through his head.
Rya turns and looks up at me, a silent plea residing in her eyes. A knot of indecision develops in my chest. I know what she’s asking, but can I handle it? Can Logan? Can we both be with her without breaking her heart in two?
On a throaty groan, I murmur, “You don’t have to leave, Logan.” Those foreign-to-me words exit my mouth, but upon examining them, I find I fucking mean them. Where that lands us, I have no fucking clue, but I watch a flicker of surprise combined with apprehension drift over his features as he takes in the suggestion—especially since it’s coming from me.
“No?” he rasps, and while I’m still trying to find a way to pry into his psyche, Rya goes up on tiptoe—easy for our ballet dancer—and draws his face to hers.
She nods. “Please? I can’t think about everything else right now. And I need you both. I want?—”
“Both of us,” he repeats back as more surprise flares in his eyes. And there’s something more than that. Something I recognize in him. A certain heat leaps between us. She saw the two of us this morning, the way we are with each other. Is she really okay with this? Or is she simply trying to find a path through this where she doesn’t have to give either of us up?
It’s my fault he’s hesitating. Rya is right. Every time things are going okay—when I let my walls drop—I’ve done nothing but lash out at him after the fact. Serve up another heaping helping of dickhead stepbrother for him. Remind him that I hate him.
But I don’t. Not really. Not the person I’m finally getting to know after all this time. How the ever-loving fuck do I explain that to him? Or myself. Fuck. Dammit. He looked so fucking confused earlier when I said what I did about his mom. Something prickles along my nerves, wondering for possibly the first time if my anger hasn’t been… misplaced.
There’s no way we’re discussing this fucking now. Maybe later. Maybe never. Fuck, I don’t know, don’t have a clue how to handle the way I feel when I look at him—one part years-old hate, one part agonizing confusion, and one part animal attraction. And this weird, newfound, begrudging respect.
Without an answer to any of the flurry of questions and concerns roaring in my head, I lean down and press my lips to the side of Rya’s neck, then squeeze her shoulders. I feel the shudder run through her body, the deep intake of breath that signals how difficult this is for her. “Logan, this is what I wanted to talk to you about earlier. But I didn’t know how to bring it up, so I let it drop.”
He tips his head to the side, studying her. “I don’t understand.”
“You said you knew I had feelings for Jaxon,” she whispers, “and then you said you wouldn’t stand in the way. But what I really want”—she shifts, taking a step away so she can look more easily at both of us—“is not to let either of you go.” Her chest heaves as she takes in several unsteady breaths, her gaze flitting back and forth between us.
Poor guy, he looks genuinely confused. Logan’s curious gaze lifts to mine, and I swipe my tongue over my lower lip. “She wants to be with you. And me.” Our eyes connect, heat flaring there. His half-hooded stare burns with something I don’t know if any of us are ready for but that has my dick hardening all the same. “Take what you want, pretty girl. Show him. I’m here for whatever you want.”
She draws in a breath, nodding in response to my suggestion—my approval—before focusing on him. “Kiss me, Lo.”
He throws a hesitant, wary glance my way before she tugs on his neck. As he melts into a kiss with her, his eyes crash shut, and a groan audibly ripples from his chest. This kiss between friends, it’s more fire than I was expecting, and the result is a jolt of lust straight to my dick. Jesus Christ . My head swims at the sight of the two of them in a lip-lock and the sound of their soft moans. When they can’t go any longer without coming up for air, they ease away, staring into each other’s eyes.
Between us, Rya exhales hard. “Say something before I freak out.” My heart lurches when she twists to face me. I can’t do a damn thing but comply, mesmerized by this girl who is taking exactly what she wants.
In a flash, she has her lips on mine, and, groaning, I swipe my tongue into her mouth. Taste her. Taste him. Fuck, it’s so heady I know I’ll go along with whatever my pretty girl wants, however far she’ll let us take this.
When she tears her mouth from mine, her gaze only has to flick from me to Logan and back before we both get the idea and obey the subtle demand in her eyes. We move at the same time, diving toward each other while catching her as the third side of our triangle. Logan and I crash together in a frenzy of lips and teeth and tongue.
The kisses we’ve exchanged in the last few weeks have been hot as fuck, but this one is only made hotter knowing Rya is watching us. She’s now party to the dirty deeds going on between my stepbrother and me behind closed doors.
And I think she’s into it.
Logan’s big hand holds me to him while we delve deeper, an exploration of this new lust too good to deny. I had no fucking clue I’d ever want someone else to watch me suck face with my stepbrother, but fuck me, the fact that it’s Rya? It’s so goddamn hot, I need to be hosed down. When he and I finally rip apart, it’s to the soundtrack of gasping pants from both of us.
“Fuck,” Logan growls, his gaze settling on Rya. “Are you sure you’re good with this? I don’t want to add to the shit show this weekend has been. You can change your mind if this freaks you out.”
Her lip is caught between her teeth, and she has this dazed look in her eyes, the pupils dilated so big her eyes look mostly dark instead of the brilliant green I love so much. There’s no doubt in my mind that the skin of her cheeks is also a rosy fucking pink. She lifts a finger, pressing it to Logan’s lips as she nods. A slight quake accompanies her voice when she finally answers. “I-I am. I need this. I don’t have a problem with any of it.”
That’s all it takes for me to turn my attention to her, and Logan does the same. My lips find the soft skin of her jaw and Logan’s skim over her neck on the other side. She lets out a moan of pleasure, and it’s on. I slip my hand under the hem of her sweatshirt, fingers grazing her smooth stomach. Her breath hitches as I encounter the underside of her breast and drag a few fingertips along the smooth swell.
“You lead the way, baby,” Logan rasps. He meets my eyes, and I think I’m reading him correctly—he wants to make fucking sure I remember she’s a little inexperienced.
“Touch me,” she all but whimpers, the words floating on the air, their significance swirling around us.
I catch her mouth with mine, then ease back, checking in with her again. “Tell us what you want.”
“Both of you. I want your hands and lips on me. On each other.” Rya’s eyes flutter shut as I cup her breast with one hand, thumb flicking over her taut nipple while with the other I squeeze her delectable ass through her pajama bottoms. “Yeees,” she breathes out as we shuffle her to the bed.
Logan pulls her sweatshirt over her head, then climbs onto the mattress, bringing her along with him. She looks my way, extending a hand, and my body automatically moves, already prepared to do whatever she asks of me.
She lies between us, naked from the waist up, but I remedy that with a quick tug on her pajama bottoms, leaving her in just the thong. Logan’s hungry eyes travel over her, then he dips down, drawing the straining peak of her breast into his mouth. As he sucks, her back arches in response, and a needy moan falls from her lips. God, she’s so fucking beautiful. My heart twists in my chest, unsure of the ramifications of what we’re doing, but also very much wanting to be right the fuck where I am at this moment in time with fireworks going off—not only throughout my body, but also exploding in my head.
Logan busies himself alternating wet kisses with a slide of his tongue along her neck and collarbone. As I join them on the bed, she rolls in my direction, drawing me close, skin to skin. Every movement we make has her protruding nipples creating twin paths of friction on my chest. I swallow the sinfully delicious cries that leave her, feeling each one deep within my soul.
It’s almost too much to take in, yet we’ve only begun. My stepbrother curls his muscular body around hers from behind, then lifts her leg to drape it over my hip. That action brings her lace-covered pussy into contact with my erection through my pants.
More convinced than ever that I might not survive what’s happening in this room, I mutter, “Fuuuck,” under my breath. We threaten to set this entire place on fucking fire. The way Logan and I writhe together with Rya between us has me sweating.
Hiking her leg up farther, I skim my hand along her thigh until I cup her ass, then I pull her tightly against my straining, desperate, rock-hard cock. She turns, kisses him, then comes right back to nip at my lips before stroking her tongue inside my mouth. When we tear apart, she shifts to her back, the pants erupting from her lips causing her chest to rise and fall fast. She’s into this so far. Time for a test.
I prop myself up, my gaze searing into Logan’s. Arching a brow at him, I only have to wait a split second before he lurches up, grasping the back of my neck. I meet him halfway; our lips slam together so desperate and raw, I feel unhinged. He tugs me closer as he shoves his tongue into my mouth, setting out to conquer me, but I can’t let him have control. It’s just the way we are, participants in a constant battle. Combatants in a war that will never have an end. Not when the fight is so fucking good.
Rya’s strangled, “Fuck yes,” is like striking a match. Neither her presence nor her words dampen our ardor. Instead, it fans the flames even higher.
A threesome is not anything I’ve considered before, but if I’d been told that Logan and Rya were who I’d be tumbling into bed with for my first one, I’d have laughed my fucking ass off. But this? It’s a rush unlike any I’ve ever experienced. The biggest turn-on imaginable.
Logan sucks on my lip, and as I draw away with a pop, he rolls to his back, meeting my hot gaze. “Take her panties off for me.”
My mouth quirks into a smile as Rya’s eyes go wide. But a second later, that same startled gaze goes hot as I lean in, grasping her chin in a few of my fingers. I need everything from her, want to see all of her. I swipe along her bottom lip with my tongue before taking her mouth in a fierce kiss. Her chest heaves. “Should I take them off?” I murmur against her lips, my heart thudding hard in my chest. She and I have messed around plenty, but she’s never been fully naked in front of me.
The nod she gives is instantaneous. I peck her already swollen lips, then move to kneeling. My fingers hook in the waistband of the thong, then I slide it from her. She’s so fucking perfect. Pussy completely bare, the smooth skin beckoning to me.
“Is she wet?” Logan grits out, blue eyes following my every movement.
With my chest expanding on a deep breath, I slip my fingers between her legs. They come away slick with her arousal. “Oh my fucking god,” I grind out, my brain near exploding at the feel of her.
The moan that is wrenched from Rya is almost my undoing—because it’s my goddamn name on her lips. Exquisite torment is etched into each of her beautiful features. My eyes crash shut as I push a finger inside her, then pull it back out. “So fucking wet,” I growl. “So goddamn fucking tight.” I suck her arousal from my skin. It’s my first taste of her, but if I have my way, it won’t be the last.
“Come here, Rya.” Logan’s tone leaves no room for argument. Before she knows what he’s about, he grabs her by the waist and lifts her over him. “Straddle me.” She settles her knees on either side of his torso and looks at me with wild eyes. Her pussy and ass are right in his face, and he grasps her hips, tugging her right where he wants her. “Let me taste that sweet fucking pussy. I’ve missed it.”
She blinks, then takes in a stuttering breath. And in the next second, he yanks her down to his face, groaning as he inhales.
The memory of Logan putting me on my fucking knees slams into me. This side of him, this commanding nature is so unexpected but so fucking good. I love it. My lip curls in approval at the sight before me—the best part being the flicker of shock on Rya’s face as Logan feasts on her pussy.
Unable—and definitely unwilling—to be a bystander for a second longer, I peel Logan’s joggers from him. His only response is a throaty groan, but Rya swallows convulsively as his cock bobs free, standing stiffly at attention not far from her face. Fuck . Yes . I lean in, capturing her lips with mine, and she moans first, then pants into my mouth while her hips buck. The kiss is immediately wet and dirty, to match what Logan is doing to her with his wicked tongue. I’d die to get a better view, but there’s time for that later.
“We need you naked, too,” she whispers against my lips.
Something misfires in my head, and my dick twitches in my pants, leaking pre-cum. Thoughts of all the carnal acts I want to experience with these two jolt through my head. I shove the joggers over my ass, freeing my cock, and kick them away before resuming my position. Her gaze drops, taking me in, the glint in her eye making me harder. I want her mouth on my dick some kind of bad. I’m never going to be able to look at my bed—be in my room—without remembering every fucking second of this insanity.
On second thought, insanity doesn’t describe this well enough. It’s animal need. It’s pure fucking bliss. And it’s going to bring us to goddamn nirvana if I have anything to say about it.
Rya wears a funny expression on her face, almost as if she knows exactly what’s in my head. She gestures toward Logan’s dick and grasps my hand. Explosions detonate in my head as she places it right on his hard, thick length. I grasp him firmly, giving him a nice, long stroke from base to tip and back. A muffled groan of approval shoots from him, but that’s all we’re going to get with his face full of pussy.
My pretty girl bites her lip, her brow arching. “You take care of him… and I’ll take care of you.” She beckons me closer, her eyes glued to my cock.
My chest all but convulses as she takes me in one hand and brings me to her lips, dropping a soft kiss on the head. And then she flicks her tongue out, and it’s on. The pleasure is fucking blinding the moment she takes me into her mouth. She sucks me so fucking deep my eyes roll back in my head. Then, when I finally have it in me to focus, it’s almost more than I can take. A filthy fucking fantasy come true. It’s such a feast for the eyes—our girl between us, each of us finding pleasure in one another. And the thing is, it’s not simply about who’s touching me at the moment. It’s the entire fucking decadent package. It’s all the visuals and sounds and scents, too. All our senses engaged, tying up our three-way union with a pretty goddamn bow.
Rya watches me, that beautiful gaze pinned on mine, tears glistening at the corners of her eyes. “You’re taking my dick so good. Do you like sucking me off while Logan feasts on your cunt?”
She can’t answer with words, but she does with the strangled, beautiful moan that vibrates along my cock.
“Logan, is she sweet?” My breath hitches as Rya renews her efforts. “Ahh… is she gushing all over your face? Your cock—” I completely lose track of whatever dirty thing I was going to say when said dick gives a violent jolt in my hand, moisture seeping from the head. I guide Rya’s motions with a hand under her jaw while I skim my thumb along Logan’s slit, smearing the slickness over his dick as I continue to pump him.
Rya’s entire body tenses up, and she stares at me, a wild look in her eyes. Then, a growl rips from Logan, followed by a muttered curse. “F-fuuuck. That’s it, baby. Come all over my face.” She’s gasping and groaning around my cock, and I know I’m going to come down her throat and this’ll all be over if I don’t get a hold of myself.
I slip my cock from her and release Logan’s dick at the same time. I glance over to see him massaging her ass cheeks, and only a second later, he smartly smacks the one. “Good fucking girl,” he grits out. “On your back.”
Practically boneless, she climbs from atop Logan, then twists around to lie down at his side, looking between the two of us expectantly. Only a moment later, he gives me a subtle go-ahead with a tilt of his chin.
My cock jerks at his unspoken suggestion. There’s no way I’m arguing when my dick’s still wet from her mouth. I crawl forward, eyeing her. “Open your legs for me, Rya. I wanna see my pretty girl’s pretty pussy.” At her hesitation, there’s no doubt in my mind her cheeks are stained pink, but I arch my brow, and that’s all it takes.
Her knees drop to the sides, putting her on display for me. In the dim light, I see all the glistening skin. I don’t know what kept me from fucking her weeks ago, because I could have. And maybe that says something about me. Maybe it redeems me in a way… at least in her eyes.
But also maybe in his. I shift my head to the side, feeling his hot stare on me. He gives me a subtle nod, and I line the head of my cock up with her soaked entrance, then brace myself over her, taking her lips in a feverish kiss that goes on and on. And still, I wait until she’s writhing and making soft little whimpering sounds in the back of her throat before I proceed. “You’re ours, pretty girl. Mine and Logan’s.” I thrust forward, sinking inside Rya’s body to the absolute hilt.
She lets loose a wild noise that’s part lust and part desperation as she wraps her arms and legs around my body, locking me in place. As I slowly piston my hips, relishing the warm wetness of her cunt and the way her muscles grip me so fucking tightly, my stepbrother props himself up on his elbow, avidly watching. He leans in, kissing her neck, then turns his head, nipping at my jawline. With my body heating from the inside out, I swivel to face him, not letting him break my rhythm.
His breathing is ragged as he watches us, a fire in his eyes that I doubt will be tamped down by much. He slides a hand over my ass, making my head go hazy. All of it is simply too much for me to take in at once. He’s touching me while I have my dick inside Rya. A moment later, he lunges forward, our lips slamming together in a kiss so potent and heady, it damn near takes my breath away.
Within the confines of these four walls, the three of us, we’re lost to each other. And in this moment of delirium, I doubt any of us want to be found.