6. Bruno
CHAPTER SIX
Bruno
I watch as Rowan leans in toward Jinx, his eyes half-closed, and presses his lips against hers.
The kiss starts gentle, just a tentative peck, but Rowan pulls her in deeper, holding her there and taking her lips into his own over and over.
Damn, that’s intense. Too intense.
I shift uncomfortably, trying to silence the pang of jealousy twisting like a knife in my gut.
I want to be the one kissing her.
Before I can linger on that thought, Jinx pulls away from Rowan, her cheeks flushed a rosy pink, her lips swollen and glistening.
Just as I expect her to brush it off with a laugh, Thomas steps forward, his eyes locked onto hers with a mix of anticipation and desire.
And she lets him.
Their mouths collide in a hungry, urgent kiss, tongues dancing, and I feel every muscle in my body go rigid. Jesus. This is really happening.
It’s supposed to be playful, just a game, but I’m not oblivious—I notice the way her body leans into his, how Thomas’s hands grip her waist with a possessiveness he’s been longing to show.
She pulls back from him, her breath coming in shallow, rapid bursts, and then she turns to me.
I freeze as she draws near, her lips hovering mere inches from mine, the warmth of her breath ghosting over my skin. My pulse hammers like a frantic drumbeat.
Before I can process it, she kisses me—timidly at first, her lips just barely brushing mine, testing the waters. But then she retreats slightly, tilts her head, and peers directly into my eyes.
“You okay?”
I swallow hard, my throat suddenly dry, and manage a nod. “Yeah… Just never done this before.”
Rowan chuckles, reclining lazily on the plush couch, a mischievous smirk across his face. “Well, we have. It’s a lot of fun.”
Thomas grins, reaching over to playfully ruffle his hair. “Yeah, no pressure, but you should definitely go for it,” he encourages, his voice warm and inviting.
Jinx studies me intently, her gaze searching every inch of my face with a penetrating curiosity. The way she looks at me—as if she’s silently seeking permission—sends a flutter through my stomach, making my heart race.
To hell with it.
I reach out with determination, my arm snaking around her waist to pull her close. She lets out a surprised gasp, her body fitting seamlessly against mine like two puzzle pieces finally connecting.
Taking charge of the moment, I press my lips to hers, a bold declaration in the kiss.
Her lips are warm and inviting, pillowy as they part easily, allowing me to deepen the kiss. My fingers tangle through her silky hair, feeling the strands slip between them. The taste of beer mingles with something uniquely Jinx, a flavor that lingers tantalizingly on my tongue.
She sighs against my mouth, her body pressing eagerly into my chest, and in that moment, every rational thought deserts me, replaced by the intoxicating warmth of her presence.
When we finally draw apart, she’s breathless, her pupils wide and dark with emotion.
Thomas whistles appreciatively. “Wow, Bruno. That was unexpected,” he exclaims, clearly impressed.
Jinx beams and licks her lips. “I enjoyed that,” she says, her voice tinged with satisfaction.
I exhale sharply, heat coursing through my veins like liquid fire.
Yeah. I enjoyed that, too.
I’m still reeling from the kiss when Jinx flows back to Rowan, her fingers trailing up his neck before she captures his lips with hers once more. His hands find her waist, strong and possessive, and I watch as she seems to melt into him, like sugar dissolving in warm tea.
Then, with a playful flicker in her face, she turns to Thomas, pressing her lips to his with a teasing little grin. He groans into the kiss, a deep, resonant sound, and pulls her onto his lap as if claiming her presence entirely.
My heart races, pounding like a relentless drumbeat in my chest. This is insane, a wild dance of emotions and connections that feels both surreal and exhilarating.
And yet, when she turns back to me, her eyes are steady, filled with a fearless certainty. She reaches out, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt as she leans in, capturing my mouth once more with a fervor that leaves no room for doubt.
This time, it’s different—hotter, more urgent, as if each moment could be the last. My hands glide down her back, feeling the curve of her spine beneath my fingertips, and I grip her hips, pulling her closer.
The warmth of her body, the way she moves against me, sends a rush of heat through my veins, igniting every nerve.
She pulls away, her lips slightly parted, but before she can do anything more than smile, Rowan tugs her back, kissing her again with a hunger that matches my own.
Then Thomas takes his turn, and once more, it’s back to me.
We’re all grinning, caught in the moment, a merry-go-round of passion and daring. We’re making a game of it—taking turns, pushing boundaries, and reveling in the freedom of it all.
Jinx laughs, her fingers tenderly brushing against my jaw before she leans in once more. And I just let go of thought and simply feel, surrendering to the sensations and the shared experience.
The sound of her breath catching makes my skin burn. I watch as Thomas cups her face, their lips meeting with an intensity that leaves me dizzy. My hands still rest on her waist, feeling every subtle movement of her body as she responds to him.
When they break apart, Rowan slides behind her, his chest against her back, lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She shudders, eyes fluttering closed, and I’m transfixed by the way her throat moves when she swallows.
“This is…” I start, but can’t finish the thought.
Jinx opens her eyes, looking down at me with that mischievous gleam that first drew me to her. “Too much?” she whispers, concern flickering across her features.
I shake my head, despite everything—despite the fact that we’re teammates, despite the complications this will surely bring to practice tomorrow.
“How far do you want to go?” I ask, my breath hot against her skin. I’ve peeled up her shirt, sucking along her hard nipples, taking them into my mouth and flicking my tongue against them.
“I want all of you,” she moans. “I want all of you, as much as I can get.”
I watch Thomas stand up, peeling apart his belt buckle, his cock flopping out into her face, and she takes it into her hand with a smile.
I watch, mesmerized, as Jinx’s hand wraps around Thomas, her eyes never leaving mine. There’s something almost defiant in her gaze, a challenge I can’t look away from.
My breath hitches as she lowers her mouth, still grinding against me through our clothes.
“Fuck,” Rowan mutters, his hands trailing down her sides as he watches.
The sight of her like this—confident, uninhibited—makes my head swim. I’ve seen her determined as a physical therapist, fierce during practice, but this is different.
This is surrender and control all at once.
She pulls back, lips glistening. “Your turn,” she whispers to me, and I feel her fingers working at my jeans.
I should hesitate.
We’re teammates. We have a season ahead of us.
Coach would bench us all if he knew.
But when her hand finds me, warm and inviting, I feel myself melt against her touch. I watch as she continues to stroke Thomas with her right hand as she sucks my dick, taking me down her throat and swirling her tongue across my head with each pass.
I can’t help but thrust my hips toward her, feeling her take me deeper and deeper. I watch as her head bobs back and forth, the glistening spit coating her lip, the way her eyes look up at me like she wants more.
“You like that, don’t you?” I purr, my hand running through her luscious hair and pulling on it as I continue to pump into her face. “Let me fuck that pretty face of yours.”
Her moans are intoxicating as she gives me a greedy “mmhmm” in affirmation.
I stand over her as she’s draped on the couch next to Rowan, her mouth swallowing me whole. Thomas stands next to me, her pale hand stroking him.
Within moments her remaining free hand finds Rowan’s cock, wrapping around him too, and rubbing back and forth. Soon, the room is filled with our sighs and moans.
My hand falls to the back of her head as I feel her rock faster and faster, and with a gentle tug, she comes off of me with a giggle.
She switches between Rowan and me, tilting herself toward him and opening her wet lips wide. Her pink tongue grazes across the shaft of his throbbing cock, and the moment she takes him into her mouth I feel like I’m about to bust in her working hand.
Rowan’s head falls back and he moans as she swirls her mouth from the left to the right, pumping her hands back and forth across Thomas and me.
“Oh, fuck, Jinx.” Rowan sighs, thrusting his hips into her face.
“She loves that shit,” I groan.
“She really does, fuck. She’s so good at it, too…”
“Hey, I wanna try…” Thomas cuts in.
Jinx winks at Rowan as she switches him for Thomas, delightfully passing between each of us with her decadent skill. I can feel myself tingling at her grasp, coming so close, her mouth wrapped around my dick again, her hands across Rowan and Thomas’s cocks…
Jinx dislodges from me suddenly with a loud pop of broken suction.
“Edging you too close?” she asks, but her words are reduced to a yelp as I pull her across my lap and sit her down on my cock.
I love the way she sounds when she moans, feeling my dick fill her up as she takes Rowan into her mouth again and jacks Thomas off with her wet, pruning fingers. I pound her from below, watching her choke on Rowan with each thrust between us, and it’s not long before I feel myself edging close again.
“You want me to fill you up?” I ask, my hands clasping against her shapely ass cheeks.
“More!” she demands, her mouth coming off Rowan’s cock. “I want to fuck you all before this is over… You can all use me like the little fuckdoll I am.” Her pussy rides me, sliding up and down my dick, and I wonder how long I can manage.
“Ugh, fuck, Jinx, you can’t talk like that if you want me to…” I groan, when suddenly I see Thomas coming forward. I follow his lead, lifting Jinx up off of me and taking his place at her hand.
The smirk on Thomas’s face fills me with a different kind of pleasure, a writhing ping of simmering jealousy that drives my desire for Jinx even more. He turns her around, bringing her down to ride him backwards on the couch, her hands falling back to Rowan and me.
His dick, long and curved slightly to the left, dives straight into her quivering, pink pussy. Her juices burst out, drenching him, dripping down from the base of his dick.
I can’t help myself, watching her lose herself in us, watching her legs wide open, taking in the view of Thomas fucking her.
I kneel down, taking her clit into my mouth, smelling her as Thomas pounds straight into her beautiful little cunt. I don’t care that Thomas’s dick is so close to my mouth—all that matters in this moment is her pleasure, her desires being achieved.
“Oh, Bruno!” she yelps, surprised by my daring, but I can’t help myself. Her pussy looked so good getting pounded, and I needed a taste.
I flick her clit with my tongue, tasting as she bursts again right in my face. She tastes so good, dripping down my face, my five o’clock shadow soaking up her scent.
Thomas keeps pounding, harder and harder, and I return to my place at her side, her eyes flicking up at me with a dominant, approving stare.
With a smile, she lifts herself off Thomas and, almost teasing me and Thomas, kneels over Rowan’s face, holding herself over him and letting him rise to eat her out. She moans, her hair falling down her back as she gyrates over his face, and we hear as he licks her up.
“You like how I taste, Ro?”
“I love it,” he sighs, diving his fingers into her hungry pussy. He makes her climax, opening his mouth wide to drink her in.
Slowly she dips down, placing her center right over his thick cock and lowering herself down on him. Thomas and I both stand and watch for a few seconds as she fucks Rowan, slapping herself down on him as hard as she can in his condition.
We look back and forth at one another until we both step forward to join, and Jinx lifts herself again, smiling at the two of us before she bends over Rowan’s body lying on the couch, taking his cock straight into her throat as she guides me back into her dripping pussy and takes Thomas in her hand.
We fuck her hard, pounding ourselves into her, feeling her shudder beneath our touch.
“I’m going to come,” I groan, searching for permission.
“Come in me,” she sighs before taking Thomas into her mouth.
I come deep within her, feeling her insides shake against me as I empty myself completely. This orgasm is different than any other I’ve ever had, the rush of intensity, the emotion between us.
I feel as if I’ve achieved a different high than normal sex can give.
With a sigh, I peel myself away from her, and watch as Thomas replaces me, sliding deep within her, my fluids soaking his dick. Her mouth is wrapped around Rowan’s throbbing member again, bringing him closer and closer. His cheeks flush, and he cradles her head, spilling himself into her mouth.
Thomas follows suit, releasing himself and filling her again.
With a smile, she looks at us, wiping her mouth, looking down at herself as we all spill from between her gorgeous legs.
The room is warm, the air thick with the lingering scent of sweat and skin. Jinx stretches out languidly on the couch, her body glowing with a faint sheen in the dim light, her hair a wild tangle of waves cascading around her face.
She lets out a deep, satisfied sigh, her fingers lazily tracing patterns over her stomach as she grins with contentment.
“Well, that was exactly what I needed,” she says in a husky whisper. “I feel better than I have in weeks.”
Thomas, still half-reclining on the plush carpet, simpers with a playful sparkle in his eyes. “Glad we could help.”
Rowan chuckles wryly, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the last remnants of tension. “We should probably… do that again sometime.”
Jinx laughs, and the melodious sound fills the room as she sits up and runs a hand through her disheveled hair. “Oh, definitely.”
She begins to gather her scattered clothes, slipping back into her tight, worn leggings and oversized hoodie, which envelops her small frame. Something inside me feels strangely unsettled, a flicker of unease that I quickly dismiss.
This was fun, right? No reason to dwell on it.
She stretches, the motion fluid and graceful, rolling her neck before tugging on her sturdy boots. “I gotta get going. My reptiles need to eat, and I need a damn shower.”
Thomas groans dramatically, flopping onto his back with a theatrical sigh. “You sure you don’t wanna just move in?”
Jinx snorts, a playful challenge in her eyes. “Nice try, buddy.”
As she reaches for the door, I step forward, gently catching her wrist. Her eyes widen in surprise, reflecting the dim light of the hallway.
“Jinx,” I murmur, rubbing the back of my neck with a touch of nervousness. “Listen… Rowan’s been a wreck since he got hurt. He’s not taking care of himself, and if we leave him alone, I don’t think he’ll do his therapy the way he should. That’s why we asked you to…”
Her expression softens like butter melting in a warm pan. “I know,” she admits quietly. “I could see it in his eyes—they seem to lack their usual spark. He was ready to just throw in the towel an hour ago.”
I nod, weighed down by worry. “Yeah. And if he doesn’t push through this, he’s gonna regret it forever. You’re the only one who might be able to get through to him. Can you come over, keep him on track? Make him do his exercises?”
Jinx bites her lip, mulling over the request. “I don’t know, Bruno… This was supposed to be a therapy session and look how it turned out…”
“Well, it definitely lifted his spirits. But we can keep it professional…if you are to stay here. This will be extra work for you but…it will help Rowan a lot.”
“I can’t just move here, Bruno. My pets?—"
“You can bring them,” I interject quickly, my voice firm with determination. “All of ’em. I don’t care if there are tanks and heat lamps everywhere. Whatever it takes to make it work.”
Her lips twitch into a small, reluctant smile, and she lets out an exaggerated sigh, full of playful resignation. “Damn it, Varga. You know I can’t say no to a sad, injured puppy.”
I chuckle. “So that’s a yes?”
She giggles, her eyes twinkling. “Yeah. I’ll be here. Just don’t make me regret it.”
Jinx steps out the door, her boots crunching against the gravel as she pulls her hoodie snugly over her head. The night air is crisp and cool, with a faint breeze that carries the distant hum of the city.
As the door clicks shut behind her, Thomas erupts with a loud, triumphant cheer, pumping his fist into the air with unabashed excitement. “Hell yeah! We got a hot chick living with us!” he exclaims, his voice echoing slightly in the small space.
I can’t help but shake my head, a grin spreading across my face despite myself. “She’s not moving in permanently,” I counter, though I can’t deny the hint of amusement in my tone.
“Yet,” Thomas retorts with an exaggerated waggle of his eyebrows.
I roll my eyes and give him a playful shove toward the couch, causing him to stumble slightly. “Idiot,” I chide, though there’s no malice in my words.
Truthfully, though, a seed of worry nestles in my mind. This whole arrangement feels like a precarious balancing act, poised to teeter into something complex and unwieldy at any moment.
Jinx is a whirlwind—a burst of fun, wild energy, unpredictable and untamed. She’s not the kind of person who’s easily anchored.
Still, there was something in the way she looked at Rowan tonight, an intensity in her eyes, the way she agreed so swiftly to help him…
I sigh deeply, rubbing the bridge of my nose with apprehension. This could either be the best idea I’ve ever concocted… or an absolute disaster waiting to unfold.