Chapter 67 #2
She hums around me and I swear the tiles behind her spin. Lex growls softly against my skin and the vibrations run straight through me. This isn’t just sex. This is worship. It’s war. It’s art in its rawest form, crafted with teeth and tongue and a crown of steam.
Bella pulls back slowly, lips wrapped tight, tongue flicking just beneath the head. Then she goes down again, deeper. And deeper. Until her nose brushes my skin.
“Fuuuuck, Bella,” I rasp, barely breathing.
Lex’s voice is low in my ear. “Our baby’s so damn good at this, isn’t she Cade?”
I nod, jaw tight, moaning as she bobs her head with ruthless grace. Like she’s the one in control. Like she knows she could ruin me right here in front of the man who already owns half my soul.
I feel Lex hardening behind me, his cock pressed thick and full against the curve of my ass. He’s still holding my arms, still watching Bella take me apart with her mouth, and now he’s ready to wreck me too.
“Seriously, babe,” I pant, breathless, not even pretending to hide the grin in my voice. “How the fuck do you get so hard this fast?”
Lex chuckles low, biting at my shoulder. “That’s what you two do to me. You want me calm then you better stop being so fucking beautiful.”
His hand slides between us, slick fingers spreading me open with a practiced ease that makes my spine arch.
Bella pulls back for half a breath, eyes still locked on mine as her hand replaces her mouth. She strokes me slow, teasing.
“You ready for him, sweetheart?” she asks, all sweet and sinful.
I nod.
“Good,” she winks and wraps her lips back around me just as Lex pushes one finger deeper inside. I hiss. Another joins, stretching me further. And then, with one brutal, perfect thrust, he buries himself deep inside me until I’m so full of him that I might burst.
“Fuck,” I growl, voice strangled.
“That’s it, Cade,” he grits, his voice rough as gravel. “Feel me. Take me. You’re mine now. Both of you. Mine.”
Then he starts to move, slow at first, dragging out each thrust like he wants to memorize the sound it pulls from my throat.
The pressure builds with every push, every grind of his hips.
The heat of his skin, the slight burn as he moves deeper, the rasp of his breath on my neck, the faint tremor in his hands… It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
Bella moans around me—like the sound of his voice does something to her too—and I lose focus. The pleasure ricochets from her mouth to his hips to every inch of me like I’ve been lit from within.
Lex leans forward, his chest pressed against my back, his teeth grazing my ear. “You feel that, Cade?” he rasps, voice breaking on a groan. “That’s what it means to be ours. Every inch of me, inside you, inside her. That’s what we are. One.”
He thrusts harder now. Faster, deeper, each movement rougher than the last until I can’t tell where his rhythm ends and mine begins. The sounds blur—his growl, her moans, each of their names falling from my lips.
“God, Lex…” I choke out.
He bites down on my shoulder just as he slams into me again. “Come for us,” he growls. “Right down our girl’s throat while I fill your ass up, Cade. Right fucking now, baby.”
Baby, that fucking word. That’s all it takes. I come undone with a shattered groan, hips jerking forward into Bella’s waiting mouth, Lex’s cock slamming deep one final time as he spills inside of me.
We all stay there frozen in that moment. Water cascading down. Steam rising. My body held between the two people I love more than anything in the world. There’s no beginning or end. Just breath and heat and skin, the three of us tangled in something that feels infinite.
In this moment, we’re not separate. We’re not broken. We’re one.
We step out of the shower, dripping and breathless, steam still curling in the air like smoke after a storm. Towels hang forgotten. None of us rush. There’s no shame left between us. Just skin, trust, and the kind of peace you only get after breaking apart together.
Bella reaches for her pants, still pooled on the floor near the vanity. She bends to dig through the pocket.
SMACK
Lex’s palm connects with her bare ass, sharp and playful.
“Jesus,” she mutters, half laughing as she shoots him a look over her shoulder.
I grab a towel and run it through my hair. “You ever not grab her ass, babe?”
“Nope,” Lex replies casually, already reaching for his own towel.
Bella pulls her phone from the pocket of her pants, screen lighting up in her hand. But then she stops. Her entire body stills. Her smile fades as her grip tightens.
“What is it?” I ask, stepping forward.
She doesn’t speak. Just stares at the screen.
“Baby?” Lex says, voice suddenly flat. “Who is it?”
Bella’s face pales as she scrolls, then turns the screen toward me, her fingers gripping it tight. She swallows hard, eyes darting toward the door like she’s expecting a shadow to move.
“We need to call Knox. Now.”
@LucaWasHere
So bold of you—unchained, untamed.
Letting Lexie and Whitmore stake their claim.
Looks like Vince lit up like a birthday spark.
Fitting for a girl who forgets the dark.
Cute show in the shower, all steam and skin,
But let me remind you, I’ll always win.
I saw every twitch beneath that flame.
Lexie’s hands? All shaking with shame.
Whitmore? A muse of soft regret.
They touch, but I own every breath they get.
They think they’ve won, but I never tire.
I wait in the quiet. I sharpen the wire.
So lose the dead weight or I’ll make my art.
One stroke for the body, two more for the heart.
Tell Whitmore to paint the scene just right,
A Whore in Ashes. A Lover’s Blight.
I’ll frame it in silence, dripping red,
For every truth you choked instead.
No Lexie. No Whitmore.
Only our twelve notes, Izzy, and a goddamn war.
Attached is a video of Bella on her knees. My hands in her hair, my eyes shut. Lex behind me, in the fucking shower. Just now.