Chapter 27 #2
Bru shifted a little at this point, and Wells was no longer studying the area rug.
“I blackballed you, Squeak. Point-blank,” Wells said, and I winced.
It wasn’t what he did, but what he called me.
It was like he used that nickname to disconnect himself from me and that hurt, more than hurt.
Wells sighed. “The fact of the matter is there aren’t many people who would have overlooked something like that, and I’m kind of worried you might have gotten yourself wrapped up in something. ”
Something…
My heart raced.
“It takes the right kind of fucker to overlook something I would have put out there like that. People don’t fuck with me. They don’t fuck with Legacy.” Wells’s eyes narrowed. “And I know you’re aware of that.”
Heat flashed me. In fact, I felt like I was drowning in it. My heart beat faster, but it wasn’t because of shame or embarrassment. It was anger. White-hot anger, and it infuriated me just like it had in the past. It was a time when I made mistakes.
It was a time when I messed up.
“Or in this case, it’s the wrong kind of fucker,” Wells continued, my anger surging, blazing. Wells opened his mouth, I assumed to say something else, but Bru raised his hand. Again, the shift of power was foreign to me. Bru obviously had Wells’s respect.
“I guess we’re worried someone might have taken advantage of you,” Bru said, his jaw moving. He shook his head. “Again, I personally feel you should be with whoever you want to be—”
“You’re right,” I gritted, honestly done with this conversation. I couldn’t believe I came all the way out here for this, and it was worse than rejection. I thought the worst thing Wells Ambrose could have done was keep people away from me. To hate me for years and make me hate myself.
I had hated myself. I did for so long that I did get wrapped up with the wrong person.
“You see how toxic he and your other friends are?”
I blocked out the voice, borderline in tears. I sniffed them back. “My personal life is none of your business.”
“Bow.” Bru stood up because I did. He reached for me, but I backed up like he had the plague.
Wells stood up. Two large, all-encompassing men surrounded me, and I actually thought they wanted me. That they brought me out here to talk, talk about us.
I was an idiot, a fool in so many ways, but when I moved toward the door, both guys came with me. They only had to take a few steps since my strides were small. I knuckled my hands. “Move.”
Wells was in front of the door, but Bru wasn’t far away. In fact, Bru was by my side like Wells’s backup. All this was more of Wells’s manipulation, his control.
“You see how toxic he and your other friends are?”
I attempted to blink back tears, but I couldn’t help them spilling over. Wells moved closer, but he stopped when I winced.
He shook his head. “Squeak—”
“Stop it. Just stop!” My voice radiated through the room, a squeak in it, a tremor. My jaw clenched. “Just stop, Wells. Please stop…”
He made me hate myself. He did, and I did the wrong thing. I was angry. Betrayed by someone I cared about.
Someone I loved.
Wells used to protect me, but in one moment, that protection was gone. I hadn’t meant to distract him, but he let go of me when I needed him most. I also had that girl’s death on my hands, and I had to deal with that alone.
He left me.
Wells Ambrose was my friend. He was my first love. He was…
“I wanted to feel like I had some power,” I admitted, cringing. I wiped my eyes. “I wanted to have power over my own life.”
I was so tired of the loneliness. So I made a friend, and I thought that was all he was. Heck, I even thought I wanted it when things went deeper.
I didn’t.
I was crying. I was freaking crying in front of two guys I actually wanted.
My shoulders were shaking, my body quivering. I felt like I was going to collapse into a puddle of my own shame, and I wanted to. I actually felt my knees buckle.
He caught me.
Ocean air surrounded me, and it was deep, potent. The feel of muscular arms followed closely behind the scent, as well as a broad chest when I was pressed up against it.
“Squeak.” The nickname no longer felt like a disconnect from Wells when he hugged me tight. He embraced me so hard against his firm body. “Bow, tell me what happened.”
My tongue felt too big for my mouth, so much shame there.
I buried my face in Wells’s chest. I felt so at home there. So cared about, so safe. I gasped. “I wanted to control something for once. It was my body, and I wanted control over it. I wanted control over my life.”
It was my life, and though the decision to lose my virginity had been my own, it hadn’t felt like it.
“Come back to me, Bow. It’ll be different this time.”
I’d been manipulated, and that was where my shame came from. I did what I did to have control over my own life, but that wasn’t how I felt after it’d been over.
“It’s my life,” I whispered into Wells’s chest. His heart beat quickly, rapid like mine. I hugged him close. “I wanted control over something. Power.”
“You do have power. So much power, Bow,” Wells said and the words surged through my body. He pushed his face into my hair. “You have no idea how much control you have over me.”
I shook, my entire body unstable. I thought I’d fall even though Wells held me, but then a hand came to touch me from behind.
Bru’s touch was soft, gentle. He rested a hand on my waist, but it was steadfast.
“And me,” Bru said, the words burning through me. Especially when I felt his other hand come up to tangle with Wells’s. Wells’s hand was still in my hair, and their fingers intermingled.
“What do you need, Bow?” Bru said from behind me. His hand squeezed my waist. “Tell me what you want from me. Tell me what you need.”
“Tell us,” Wells stated, his voice rough, heavy.
He reached around me to brace Bru’s arm.
He ended up gripping Bru’s hand on my waist, and Bru growled from behind me.
A deep sound left Wells’s lips in response, and the heat of it brushed my hair.
“What do we need to do to make you feel powerful? Tell me what I need to do. Please…”
Please…
“Please tell me, Squeak. I’m begging you.” Wells’s hand gripped my hair, and Bru’s did too. Wells’s mouth warmed the top of my head. “I need you to tell me what you want. I need you.”
He needed me.
I needed him too. I needed both of them.
“Make love to me,” I said, and both guys sucked in a breath. I reached for Wells’s neck, seeking his mouth. “Make me feel loved.”
The words barely left my lips before Wells closed the distance. His mouth sealed with mine, and he tasted my lips like a man consumed with hunger. Like he waited so long to taste me again.
Like he waited so long to have me.
Wells’s mouth devoured mine, and Bru hiked me up to meet it. Bru pressed me into Wells, and when Bru ground his cock into me, I gasped.
“Tell me if this is too much,” Bru gritted out. His hold on me was firm but shaky. Like he was attempting to hold himself back but failing.
Reaching back, I rubbed Bru’s dick. I stroked him through his jeans, letting him know he was okay, and the noise that he released behind me was feral.
“I want this,” Wells said and wrapped an arm around both Bru and me. Grabbing Bru’s waist, he forced Bru into me. Bru and I both called out, and Wells bit my lip. “I want you both so bad. I shouldn’t, but I fucking want it.”
I understood. Both guys seemed to have been at war with not just what was happening between the three of us, but each other. I’d seen them be intimate before, but there seemed to be some resistance there.
“Let us love you, Wells,” I said to him, and instantly, he started shaking beneath my mouth. I kissed his neck, his chest, and I felt his heart beat into my lips. His heart was going at a rapid-fire pace. Especially when I pushed my hand under his shirt.
Bru ended up reaching around me and taking off Wells’s shirt.
His golden chest was hard and perfect in front of me, and I touched it.
In fact, I started licking my way down it, and Wells growled before reaching up and grabbing Bru.
I was sandwiched between both guys when Wells bit Bru’s mouth.
Bru groaned, and his tongue started flicking Wells’s.
They did this while grinding into me, and a charged moan left my lips.
“I shouldn’t want this,” Wells gasped, his tongue dueling with Bru’s. “I shouldn’t want you, bro. I’m an asshole. I treated you like shit.”
“It’s a good thing I don’t break easy, then, Ambrose,” Bru returned before grabbing Wells’s neck and forcing his tongue down Wells’s throat. Bru deepened the kiss, and Wells let him. Bru moaned. “I told you before. I fucking love you, and I meant it.”
He meant it.
I wasn’t sure if I should be a part of this moment between them, but I didn’t feel weird about it.
In fact, I felt almost closer to Bru that he felt comfortable enough to say something like that to Wells in front of me.
Bru obviously trusted me to be a part of the moment, and I didn’t feel jealous.
In actuality, I loved that he loved Wells.
It was so weird and confusing, but I did.
“You shouldn’t love me,” Wells said, an ache touched his voice that I recognized. He sounded the same way at the pool with me. Wells grabbed my hip. “Neither one of you should.”
The thing about love was that sometimes you couldn’t choose who received it. Sometimes it couldn’t be helped.
Sometimes it just happened.
I couldn’t anticipate falling in love with two of my brother’s best friends let alone at the same time. The fact that they already had feelings for each other just made things make more sense. We all felt so strongly about each other.
“You don’t get a choice, Ambrose,” Bru said, and kissed Wells harder. “My love isn’t conditional. It isn’t for either one of you.”
A wild heat blazed inside me as Bru lifted my dress from behind. He also stopped kissing Wells and pressed his mouth into my neck.
Bru loved me too.