14. Jinx
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jinx
As soon as we burst into my room, I shove Rowan down onto the bed, climbing on top of him with a fervor that ignites my skin.
His kisses are magnetic, pulling me into a heated rhythm as I grind against him, feeling his cock straining beneath his pants like a caged beast.
Thomas grabs hold of my neck, pulling me up into an electrifying kiss that sears with passion and love bites. He pulls back, locking eyes with me, a fiery connection sparking between us as I bite my lips, my gaze locked onto his.
With a commanding snap of my fingers, his hard dick is in my left hand, throbbing with anticipation.
I turn to Bruno, capturing his lips with mine, pulling him into the fray as we all become a single, entwined force of nature.
I can’t imagine ever growing weary of the overwhelming sensation of all their hands on my body simultaneously. Rowan’s touch is a tender caress, while Bruno’s is a storm, fierce and demanding. Thomas’s touch, oh, it’s intoxicatingly loving and sensual.
Lips find mine repeatedly, a relentless assault of passion, and with my eyes shut tight, I’m lost in the chaos of it, not knowing who claims my mouth—and not caring either.
I crave them all, equally, with a burning need.
Through half-lidded eyes, I catch Rowan working my boots off, his lips worshiping my freed feet with gentle kisses and caresses. Bruno’s fingers weave through my hair, giving a slight tug that rips a gasp from my lips as his mouth descends on the sensitive spot below my ear.
“You like that, beautiful?” he growls, desire dripping from every word.
“Yes,” I gasp, arching into Thomas’s hands as they slip beneath my sweater dress, his fingers painting shivering patterns across my ribs. Rowan bites gently on my lower lip, teasingly nibbling as his hands tear into my pantyhose with reckless abandon.
“Oops.” He chuckles playfully, glancing at the torn fabric.
Thomas sinks to his knees, his mouth finding me from behind, sending pleasure radiating through my black panties. I moan, thrusting my hips back towards him, feeling his hands claim my hips.
Rowan’s kisses consume me, while Bruno’s hands explore my breasts, his fingers pinching and teasing my sensitive nipples.
I’m nearly floored by Thomas’s tongue, a relentless force driving me to the brink, his hands gripping me like a vice as I surrender to his rhythm.
Bruno and Rowan tear away my dress, their mouths ravaging my body, while Thomas continues to push me to the edge. A primal symphony of shudders and moans escapes my lips, our bodies writhing as one.
“You’re driving me out of my mind,” I growl, riding the crest of another wave of ecstasy.
“Is that so?” Thomas murmurs, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he steps aside for Bruno. Bruno’s massive hand splays across my stomach, guiding me back onto the bed.
Kneeling between my thighs, he invades me with his fingers, driving them in and out, twisting and turning, stoking the inferno within me. I can feel the tension coiling in my hips, tighter and tighter, like a spring ready to snap.
He amplifies the assault, his fingers pummeling me with the same ferocity as his cock would, and I’m ascending, soaring, until I shatter, screaming my release, collapsing in a torrent of euphoria.
Bruno, still feverish and hungry, devours me, his tongue lapping up every last drop. The feeling of his hands on my hips as he eats me out, his tongue flicking against my clit and making me tremble and yelp as he goes at me as if I taste like candy.
Then, Bruno falls away as Rowan takes his place in front of me. He growls, “Look at that gorgeous little pussy.”
His huge dick plunges into me, filling me completely. I gasp sharply, his size overwhelming, stretching me more than any other man ever has.
Pregnancy has turned my hormones into a raging inferno, and I crave him, all of them, with an insatiable hunger. “I want you all, all at once, inside me,” I demand, my voice a raw, desperate plea. I’m consumed by a relentless need for each of them, aching to be claimed entirely, in all ways.
They comply with urgent ferocity, flipping me over, my hips jerked high into the air. Rowan positions himself beneath me, his cock still buried deep within my drenched pussy. Thomas stands in front of me, his cock flopping in my face as I take it deep within my throat.
For Bruno, I’ve saved the most sensitive of areas.
I feel him, with a deep, sensual pang of pain that soon relaxes away into carnal bliss. He mounts me from behind, his dick deep in my ass as I cry out in pleasure around Thomas’s dick nearly gagging me.
They move inside me together, in unison—when one pulls, the other pushes, and I feel myself reaching that height over and over again, seemingly with each movement.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet,” Rowan groans beneath me, pounding me from below, his cock rocking into me and nearly making me see stars.
The feeling of Bruno’s thick cock in my ass is mind-numbing, earth-shattering. The way he moves within me, the feeling of him pulling me apart from the inside, the way he and Rowan are using me up, it’s all too much.
And yet still, it’s too soft, too gentle.
“Be rough with me,” I moan, looking back at Bruno before flicking my gaze at Thomas and Rowan as well. “I want you to fuck me, hard. Like you paid for me, dammit.”
As soon as my words leave my lips, I feel a pang of nervousness flood through me. Could I handle telling that to three huge pro-hockey players?
Would I survive this night?
“Oh, you want it rough, huh?” Bruno growls as his hands snatch my shoulders, and instantly I feel him drill into me harder, eliciting a full-on cry of pleasure from me—a sound that surprises me.
It’s almost too much, the way he’s filling up my ass, peeling me apart. Thomas’s hands take up my hair before both his hands cradle the back of my head from behind my ears, slamming my face into him as he thrusts his dick down my throat.
Tears form in my eyes and I love it, feeling my pussy swell and pulse with joy.
“Fuck her, Bruno,” Rowan instigates from below. “Fuck her hard, make her come on my dick again!”
Finally, I feel like they’re actually using me like I should be used.
Thomas looks down at me, cupping my face up towards him. His voice is low and quiet, but the words he’s saying are anything but.
“Are you going to swallow my come? Every last drop like a good little girl? Take that fucking cock down your throat you little fucking whore.”
“More,” I sigh, taking a gasp of air. “I love it. More, please! Fuck me hard until you all come!”
Rowan’s lips and teeth pull at my tits, hard, as I feel him and Bruno pound me like no one else before. Over and over, they bring me to climax, until they can’t hold off any longer themselves.
First is Rowan. I feel him build beneath me until he finally comes, plunging himself inside of me and filling up my pussy like a cream donut. His orgasm sets off Bruno, who comes as soon as Rowan finishes, both of their throbbing cocks sending me into another wave of pleasure.
Watching those two come finally brings Thomas to his end, filling my mouth with his salty come until I swallow every drop. I playfully stick my tongue out at him, and he cups his hand beneath my jaw.
“What a good girl we have,” he says, looking me dead in my eyes.
“Shower?” I ask, looking to them all.
“Yes, ma’am,” Bruno says, and they all follow me into the bathroom.
The bathroom fills with steam as I turn the shower to a nice, warm setting. We stumble in together, a tangle of limbs and desire, the water cascading over our bodies.
Thomas pulls me against his chest, his hands roaming over my wet skin while Rowan kneels before me, his mouth finding me again. Bruno stands behind Thomas, his hands reaching around to touch me wherever he can reach.
“You’re insatiable,” Thomas whispers in my ear, his voice husky with need.
“Only for you three,” I reply, gasping as Rowan’s tongue works its magic. My fingers thread through his wet hair, holding him closer.
Bruno grabs the shower gel, squeezing a generous amount into his palm before running his slippery hands over my breasts. “We haven’t even started with you yet,” he growls, pinching my nipples until I cry out.
The water streams between us, making every touch slick and electric. Rowan rises to his feet, his mouth finding mine in a hungry kiss that leaves me breathless. I feel Thomas shift behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he positions himself.
“Ready for more?” he asks against my neck, teeth grazing my sensitive skin.
“Always,” I gasp, bracing my hands against the shower wall as he enters me from behind. The sensation makes my knees buckle, but Bruno’s strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me steady.
“We’ve got you,” Bruno murmurs, his voice surprisingly tender.
Rowan watches, his eyes dark with lust, before dropping to his knees again. The dual sensation of Thomas thrusting inside me while Rowan’s mouth works between my legs sends waves of pleasure crashing through me.
I cry out, the sound echoing off the tiled walls. My hands reach out blindly, grasping at whatever I can find: Bruno’s shoulder, Rowan’s hair, Thomas’s hip.
“I can’t—I can’t—” I stammer, feeling another climax building rapidly.
“Yes, you can,” Thomas growls, his pace quickening. “Let go for us, princess.”
The orgasm that erupts nearly brings me to my knees, my body convulsing with pleasure. The boys work me through it, gentle yet relentless, until I’m gasping for breath.
When I finally come down from the high, Bruno turns me to face him, his expression surprisingly vulnerable despite his earlier dominance. He kisses me deeply, tenderly, before reaching for the shampoo.
“Let us take care of you now,” he says, pouring a dollop into his palm.
The four of us stand under the shower spray, taking turns washing each other with gentle hands and passionate kisses. The intimacy of this moment feels different—less frantic, more tender.
Rowan massages shampoo into my hair, his fingers working delicately against my scalp, while Thomas and Bruno soap up my body, exchanging looks that speak volumes.
“You’re beautiful,” Rowan whispers, tilting my head back to rinse the suds away. “All flushed and glowing.”
I lean into his touch, suddenly aware of how exhausted I am. The pregnancy hormones combined with our intense session have left me drained but utterly satisfied. Thomas notices my drooping eyelids and turns off the shower, grabbing fluffy towels for everyone.
“Bedtime for our girl,” he announces, wrapping me in a towel and lifting me into his arms.
We cuddle together on my bed, holding one another, feeling our bodies breathing in unison.
Moonlight pours through the window like liquid silver, its glow washing over the bed in a gentle river. The sheets are a chaotic mess, twisted around our bodies, limbs entwined in a lazy sprawl.
My skin still tingles with warmth, a faint, electric buzz humming beneath the surface.
Rowan is fast asleep, one arm flung above his head, his steady, deep breaths causing his chest to rise and fall with a tranquil rhythm. Bruno lies nestled between Thomas and me, his face nuzzled against my shoulder, his breath a gentle, warm tickle against my skin.
But Thomas is awake.
In the dim glow, I meet his gaze. His blue eyes, gentle and contemplative, lock onto mine. He leans on one elbow, his other hand resting lightly on my hip. We hold the silence between us, exchanging quiet smiles that speak more than words ever could.
Then, he breaks the stillness, his voice a whisper woven into the quiet of the room.
“What do you want from this, Jinx?”
The question hits with the force of a sucker punch, my stomach clenching and a wave of panic rising up my spine. I find myself at a loss for words.
Swallowing hard, I muster a playful, teasing smile. “That’s a pretty deep question for pillow talk, don’t you think?”
He doesn’t laugh. His gaze remains steady, expectant.
And for the first time, I find myself without a witty comeback, words escaping me entirely.
I sigh, shifting slightly beneath the wrinkled, rumpled sheets, feeling the cool fabric against my skin. “I don’t really know,” I admit, my voice coming out quieter than I intend.
Thomas doesn’t react immediately. Instead, he tilts his head, studying me with those deep, thoughtful eyes as if trying to read the unspoken words on my face.
“I’ve never had a serious relationship,” he confesses, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.
His admission catches me off guard, and I blink up at him, surprised. “You? Mr. ‘I’m friends with all my exes’ Thomas Boyd?”
He chuckles, a warm, low sound that fills the room. “That’s different. That was never serious.” He runs a hand through his tousled blond hair, the strands catching the bright glow of the moonlight streaming through the window, highlighting the sharp angles of his face. “You might be the only serious relationship I’ve ever had.”
I feel my heart skip a beat, doing something strange in my chest—something I don’t have time to analyze or understand.
I force out a laugh, playfully shoving his shoulder. “Well, you’re doing just fine, Boyd. Ten out of ten. Five stars. Would recommend,” I say with a grin.
He grins back, his smile genuine, but he doesn’t let the conversation slip away. His eyes are still holding that serious, searching look.
“You know, I’m always on good terms with my exes. But I don’t feel like that about you.”
My body tenses, and my mind races. At first, a sharp pang of fear grips me, thinking he’s implying I won’t even make it into the category of his exes, not even a lingering memory when this whole arrangement is over.
But then he shakes his head and exhales slowly, as if trying to release the weight of his own thoughts. “I mean… you’re different. You mean more to me.”
His confession settles like a heavy stone in my chest, leaving me breathless. I open my mouth, wanting to respond, but the sentiment clogs my throat, refusing to form into coherent words.
I stepped into this with the belief that it was just for enjoyment, a lighthearted adventure to break the monotony. An experience to chalk up to life’s unpredictability.
But now, under the warmth of his gaze and the sincerity of his words, I come to a startling revelation.
I care.
Deeply.
About all of these moments, all of these feelings.
About all of them.
I don’t say anything back. Words feel heavy, lodged in my throat.
Not yet.
I reach for his face, my thumb tracing slow circles over his cheek, a silent promise, the only reassurance I can offer right now. He seems to understand.
His eyes drink me in, and he nods with a lopsided smile that hints at understanding and acceptance before he settles onto his back. Rowan shifts beside me, his body rustling the sheets, and his heavy palm finds its place against my stomach. I flinch involuntarily, my breath catching in my throat, as my mind flashes to the secret nestled deep within me, a truth I’m not ready to unveil.
Bruno stirs slightly on my other side, his arm brushing lightly against Thomas’s chest, his solid presence a comforting warmth nestled between us.
This should be chaos: a tangled mess of emotions and unspoken truths I should be fleeing from. But strangely, it doesn’t feel chaotic at all.
Instead, it feels like home—a sanctuary of shared breaths and silent understanding.
I close my eyes, surrendering to the tangle of limbs and the sensation of belonging that envelops me.
I drift into a restless sleep, their breathing a gentle lullaby coaxing me into dreams I’m not yet ready to confront.