Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ASHER
The moment Hannah chooses to surrender to us, a breath I didn’t realize I was holding slips from my chest.
I’ve been on edge for days, more heightened than I can ever remember being, and that was only amplified by how abruptly we’ve had to pull Hannah from her life and thrust her into ours.
I wasn’t lying last night when I told her that we’d step away from everything we’ve built if she’s uncomfortable with the illegal fights. We’ve acquired enough of a portfolio that we could live comfortably for the rest of our lives without another day of work.
We may love what we do, but we want this thing with Hannah to work more. We didn’t spend the last five years working out a way for her to fit in our lives safely just to lose her because we couldn’t make a sacrifice.
Men like us don’t always have a chance at happiness, and I, for one, would give up anything for Hannah. She could ask for my kidney, and I’d book my ass in to have it removed for her.
I pump my fingers into her warmth as my hips grind into her ass. God, she’s perfect. The way she feels in my arms has always felt right, but now she’s between the both of us?
Fuck.
It’s everything.
“Such a good girl, Little Doe,” I murmur against her ear as Rowan tightens his grip around her throat. “Every time he chokes you harder, your pretty little pussy clamps down on my hand. Do you like being trapped between us? Do you like being at our mercy?”
A strangled moan tumbles from her swollen lips.
“Our girl loves dirty talk, don’t you, baby?” I ask, even knowing she won’t be able to respond with the grip he has on her throat.
“I can see that,” Rowan replies. “Her nipples are so hard they could cut glass. You’re so responsive to us.”
She nods, her eyes fluttering closed as I bring her to the edge, but this time I don’t ease back. I don’t like setting my girl up for failure, but I fucking love to challenge her whenever I get the chance.
“Don’t come,” I say firmly.
Her body tightens under my assault on her G-spot. She’s so close she’s gushing, but she won’t allow herself to tumble without permission.
“You cry so pretty for us, sweetheart.” Rowan leans forward, dragging his tongue over her cheek. “So sweet.”
Hannah’s thighs clamp around my hand, her body tightening as she fights her need for release.
“Do you need to come, baby?”
She nods desperately.
“Are you going to be a good girl for us? Are you going to take everything we give you?”
Another nod.
“Hmm, I’m not sure you deserve an orgasm. After all, you did go out with another man last night.”
She stills, the reminder of last night sending a shiver through her body.
“I’m not mad, Hannah,” I tell her immediately. Because I’m not. I know why she did what she did, and I know why she didn’t tell me. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel guilt, and the only way she’ll be able to let go of that guilt is if I punish her. “But you’re upset with yourself, aren’t you?”
There’s a moment of hesitation before she gives another shaky nod.
“Our sweet girl,” Rowan murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips before releasing her throat. “What do you need, baby?”
“I…I don’t know,” she whispers.
I glance around the room and frown. We didn’t intend to move her in so soon, so we’re painfully lacking in options.
“Roll onto Rowan, Little Doe,” I command.
She glances over her shoulder at me, her brows dipped in confusion, before he takes matters into his own hands.
He carefully shifts her on top of him, settling her on his chest. The moment she’s where he wants her, his entire body relaxes, as if having her in his arms takes all his worries away.
My chest tightens at the sight, at the reality that’s finally in front of us, but I quickly move around the room, gathering what I need.
I bought something the other day that I meant to take to her apartment and forgot at the time.
Tearing open the packaging, I take the item into the attached bathroom and quickly wash it. Toys like this are supposed to be clean straight from the package, but I’m not willing to take any risks with my girl.
Once I’m satisfied, I drop it onto the bed beside Rowan’s hip and crawl over their legs, perching behind Hannah.
“You doing okay?” I ask, running my hands down her back gently. She’s still wearing the sports bra and cotton panties from last night, but I’ll be able to make what I have planned work around them.
“Yes, Sir.”
Both Rowan and I groan at the word on her lips. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing her call me that, nor do I ever want to. I hope when we’re old and gray that singular word on her lips is all it takes to have me hard as a fucking rock.
“Good girl.” I reach for the lube and spread some over my fingers, as well as her puckered hole. We’ve played with plugs before, but never one this large.
Anal is the one thing Hannah’s nervous about, but it has a lot more to do with how big my cock is than the act itself. Now that there are two of us, I want to open up another option for us to fuck.
She stiffens when I brush my fingers over the tight ring of muscles.
“Relax, sweetheart,” Rowan whispers.
“If you take the plug like a good girl, you’ll get a reward,” I tell her, rubbing my hand over her soft globes until some of the tension bleeds from her body.
“There’s our good girl,” Rowan praises, causing her pussy to clench around nothing.
I wonder if we could make her come from praise alone, I muse to myself as I gently press the tip of my finger against her ass.
“You know what to do, Hannah. Breathe in deep for me and then let it out slowly.”
Without hesitation, she follows the instruction she’s been given, and my finger slips inside her with little resistance.
“Tell me how tight she is.”
I smirk, pumping my finger in slow thrusts while she gets used to the sensation. “So fucking tight. You’re going to strangle our cocks with this pretty little hole, aren’t you, Little Doe?”
Her body trembles, her hips shifting as she seeks any kind of relief.
“Do you like the idea of taking us in your ass, Little One?” Rowan grasps her chin and forces her to look at him.
She bites down on her bottom lip as I press a second finger in alongside the first, keeping the same slow rhythm.
“Answer him.” I slap my free hand down on her ass.
“Fuck,” Rowan groans. “Her cunt is dripping all over my cock.”
A soft mewl tumbles from her lips as she grinds down on him.
Lucky bastard.
“You keep that up, and you’ll have me coming in my pants.”
I bring my palm down on the same spot as before, reminding her we’re still waiting for her response.
“Yes,” she cries out.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like the idea of taking your cocks in my ass.”
I press my eyes closed to settle my throbbing length, but Rowan doesn’t have that same luxury as she grinds down on him.
“Oh fuck,” he groans.
“Can I please come?” Hannah sobs, her body trembling with her desire.
I meet Rowan’s eye over her shoulder, and he gives a jerky nod. “Once you’ve taken the plug, you’re allowed to come.”
Withdrawing my fingers, I reach for the plug and cover it in a thick coat of lube before pressing it to her puckered hole.
“You ready, Han?”
“Yes.” The tremble in her voice makes my cock ache, and if the veins popping out of Rowan’s neck are anything to go by, his own release is moments away.
Without being asked, she drags in a shaky breath, holds it for a beat, and then releases, allowing me to push the plug into place.
“Oh fuck,” she cries out, burying her face into Rowan’s throat.
He wraps his arms around her, holding her in place as he grinds her down on his cock. “Come for us, baby,” he commands.
I slap a hand down on her ass, and the combination of that, the friction on her clit, and the plug is all it takes to throw her over the edge.
Her cries of pleasure have my free hand giving my cock a few rough pumps as she drags Rowan over the edge with her.
“Hannah,” he growls out through a clenched jaw, his grip on her tightening as his orgasm hits him.
Lucky bastard.