Chapter 47
Josephine
It feels so damn good to settle back into a routine. Although our routine nowadays is new and improved in a lot of ways.
I attend my two in-person classes each week and tag along to campus with one of the guys most days so Hunter and I can meet up at the library or go out to lunch.
Kendrick and I spend time on the water so he can teach me how to operate the different watercrafts.
I got my boating license two weeks ago, but he insists I still need more practice.
Decker agrees. What Decker doesn’t know, though, is that K really just wants to get me alone and finger fuck me behind the helm…
after he gives his lesson and is satisfied with my progress, of course. He’s an excellent teacher.
Kylian is by my side more often than not, my personal haven of safety and security, passion and pleasure.
And then there are the sweet, stolen moments with Locke.
Like now.
When we’re hidden away, making out in the pantry like horny teenagers hiding from our parents, despite having nothing to conceal from anyone in this house.
He’s my joy—my free-spirited happiness who’s always up for anything.
“I love you,” I tell him, my lips brushing his. Without giving him a chance to respond, I kiss him deeper.
“I love you, too, Joey,” he says when we finally catch our breath. “And I love these lips,” he groans, licking along the seam of my mouth. “So kissable. So fuckable. So delicious.” His tongue dips into my mouth, teasing and swirling around the tip of mine.
With a mewl, I tease him right back, walking my fingers down his torso until they’re dancing along the hem of his sweatpants.
“I could put my lips somewhere else, you know,” I offer coyly, cupping his cock over the fabric as he thrusts into my palm.
“Believe me, Hot Girl. I’m well aware of all the magical things your lips can do. But we should probably—”
Unexpected brightness floods the dark space, startling us both. I whip my head around, squinting.
Kendrick’s bulky frame fills most of the doorway. “Oh, shit. My bad. I was gonna grab a snack.”
“Yeah. Me too,” Locke deadpans. “Shove off and close the door behind you.”
Resting my cheek on Nicky’s chest, I smile at K so he knows the interruption doesn’t bother me. Locke was about to end this anyway. Probably so we could get started on dinner. It’s his night to cook, and I agreed to help.
Silence settles in when Kendrick doesn’t back out of the pantry. Or make any move to leave at all.
Catching the glimmer of mischief in his gaze, I give the slightest wrinkle of my nose. He’s going to push back, and I’m not sure how Nicky will react to that.
“And if I don’t?” he asks in a husky challenge.
Locke’s grip on my hips tightens for all of two seconds, then he bows his head and searches my face, deferring to me.
He’s always so eager to please. Willing to follow my lead and submit to whatever I have in mind.
When we lock eyes, we both know which way this is about to go.
The smirk he gives me is wicked. He can read me like a book. A smutty, graphic, open-door book. He knows what I’m going to say before I even ask. Yet I still mouth “Okay?” to get his consent.
After a quick nod from Nicky, I look back at Kendrick, who’s still hovering on the threshold.
“Get your snack and get out or get on your knees and help your friend.”
The energy surrounding us charges in that moment. Kendrick pulls himself up straighter, like he’s compelled to rise to my challenge. Locke slowly turns me in his arms so my back is to his chest.
“You’re for real right now?” K asks. He closes the door behind him, but he doesn’t step any farther into the expansive storage area lined with shelves of snacks and dry goods.
Nicky captures both my breasts and kneads, paying special attention to my nipples through the fabric of my crop top. I press back and sink into his touch, but I keep my focus on Kendrick.
Nicky’s lips find the crook of my neck.
One finger hooks under the strap of my shirt, sliding it down my arm.
To an outsider, it would look like he’s undressing me. Handling me. Offering me up to his teammate and friend.
But that’s the beauty of what I share with my guys: I’m the one in control. Always.
“Come get your snack, K,” I encourage. “I want to feel both your mouths on me at the same time.”
Locke grunts his agreement, pushing down my top until my breasts are fully exposed.
Kendrick stalks toward us, his gaze set on my tits, then darting up to search my face. Like he can’t resist the draw, he homes in on Nicky’s mouth—the way it’s sucking and pulling on my ear.
I crook two fingers until he’s close enough to kiss. Then I cuff one of his huge shoulders and push him down.
Without resistance, Kendrick sinks to his knees, tipping his chin up and shooting me the most devilish smile.
“Let’s see if you can be a team player off the field, K.”
He scoffs. “Teamwork’s my middle name, Mama.” Then, to Locke: “Hold her for me.”
In the span of two breaths, he rips down my shorts, then hoists one of my thighs up onto his shoulder. His skin is warm and sweat-slicked where it’s exposed in his cutoff T-shirt, like he’s just come from the gym.
His thumbs find my bikini line, caressing the skin, teasing me with his proximity to my pussy.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Locke murmurs over my shoulder.
I follow his line of sight to Kendrick on his knees. The image of him, with both hands spreading me open as he hovers so close to my cunt I can feel his breath on my clit, is like gasoline to the fire Locke has already set.
“Kendrick,” I whimper, thrusting forward so I can get his tongue right where I want it.
“I said hold her,” he scolds.
Locke obeys, clamping an arm around my middle.
Leaning forward, he runs his nose through my pussy, inhaling and groaning in pleasure. “You got her worked up real good, Nicky. Her scent is strong. She’s already fucking soaked.”
Finally, he puts his tongue on me, licking from my taint to my clit. I try to buck my hips and chase the pressure, but Locke’s grip on me is too strong.
“Nicky,” I whimper, dropping my head back to rest on his shoulder.
“I know, baby. I know. We’re going to make you feel so fucking good.”
He gets to work kneading my breasts again, pinching my nipples as he sucks a mark into the tender flesh of my neck.
Kendrick seals his mouth around my clit, alternating quick flicks with long, torturous pulls of my pleasure point between his teeth.
He traces up my thigh, then teases me open with one finger, crooking it forward in the most exquisite motion.
“Fuck,” I cry out. I’m lost. The euphoria is so consuming I can’t make sense of all the tingles coursing through my body.
Locke’s tatted hand presses into my low belly. The pressure on the outside is the perfect counterpoint to the way K’s massaging my G-spot.
My legs quake, and the unmistakable urge to pee flashes through me. It passes just as quickly as it came, and my body keeps climbing…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to come hard,” I warn, too wrapped up in my own pleasure to be self-conscious.
Kendrick grunts, and Locke pinches one nipple again as he sucks on my neck.
“Come on, Hot Girl. Give him all you’ve got. He wants it, don’t you, K?”
“Fucking come for us, Mama,” he commands, pressing a second finger into me and holding it against my G-spot as he nips my clit.
That’s all it takes. I scream until my voice cracks, gushing out my release and squirting all over K’s hand and face.
“Fuck yeah,” he praises, lapping at my thighs and pussy.
Locke moves one hand down my body to catch some for himself. “Fuck, Hot Girl. You soaked him, baby. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
He rests his chin on my collarbone, then pops two fingers into his mouth, groaning. Always doting, he offers them to me next, and I lick him from tip to knuckle, tasting myself and sagging against him, giving into my boneless state.
Kendrick rises to his feet. Wiping his mouth and chin with the collar of his cutout, he eyes me up and down, the smuggest smile on his face.
“Good game, brother,” he commends, raising one hand and high-fiving Locke over my shoulder.
“You did not just do that!” I scold, holding back my laughter and trying to force an outraged scowl.
K smirks and presses into me until I’m sandwiched between him and Nicky. “You said you wanted teamwork. Took us less than five minutes to make you squirt, Mama. My boy deserves a little praise too, ya know?”
I can’t hold back my laughter this time, catching his face in my hands and kissing him deeper as Locke caresses the skin along my stomach and hip.
“Why don’t we—”
Any and all suggestions fly out the window when the clip of heels against the hardwood floor echoes outside the door.
The three of us freeze—then bust out laughing from the ridiculous response. Who the hell would even be in the house that we’d have to hide from?
Smiling, I swivel my hips between my guys, ready to suggest we head upstairs to my room together. But then distant voices grow less distant, and I share a confused look, first with Kendrick, then over my shoulder, with Locke.
Is someone actually at the house?
Kendrick gets to work pulling up my shorts while Locke helps me get my arms back through the spaghetti straps of my shirt. I’m dressed in record time, thanks to them. I give my hair a good fluff then kiss each of my guys on the mouth.
“Raincheck?” I offer, nodding toward their crotches.
Neither balks at being left in such a state. They just herd me toward the door. With a chuckle at their antics, I smirk at them both over my shoulder as I press down on the handle on the pantry door. The second I step out into the brightly lit hall, I smack into a mass of muscle.
Horrified, I right myself, then look from the stunned expressions of Misty and another woman I don’t recognize up into the eyes of a fuming Decker Crusade.