Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
CALLIE
The sounds of our breathing fills the truck. Knox’s chest rises and falls beneath my palm, and I can’t help but steal one more kiss before we have to face the real world again. His grip on my waist tightens, keeping me against him for a heartbeat longer.
“Should we head in?” I whisper against his lips.
“Probably.” His voice is a low rumble that vibrates through me. “Or we can stay here all night. Sleep beneath the stars.”
A romantic thought, but it’s not just us. I swallow hard, my fingers trailing down his chest. “Jax and Brax are waiting.”
The mention of his brothers makes something flash in Knox’s eyes. Unease stirs in my stomach. I hadn’t thought too hard about what they’d think in the moment, but now that I have to face them, clearly thoroughly fucked by their brother, my heart is in my throat.
“Will they be mad?” I can’t help asking.
Knox’s thumb traces my bottom lip. “Only one way to find out, pretty woman.”
My stomach does a nervous flip as I climb off his lap.
Are you mad? I want to ask, but I don’t have the guts.
We shared something special just now and I don’t want to ruin it.
I readjust my dress and attempt to smooth my hair.
As if the twins don’t already know what we’ve been doing.
My cheeks burn at the thought as his cum leaks out of me.
I wish I could say I’m embarrassed, but I’m not.
I like knowing how much he enjoyed being inside of me.
The walk to the front door feels like a mile long. Knox keeps his hand on the small of my back, a silent reassurance that makes my chest swell. When he pushes open the door, I brace myself for what exactly? Anger? Jealousy? Cold shoulders?
Another falling out that’ll tear my heart straight out of my chest and stomp all over it. Instead, Brax and Jax glance up from the couch where they’re hunched over controllers, the familiar sounds of Halo 3 blasting from the TV.
“About time,” Jax calls without looking away from the screen.
Brax’s eyes flick to my flushed face, then to Knox, and a knowing smirk tugs at his lips. “Thought you might’ve gotten lost in the driveway.”
I wait for the tension, the awkwardness, but it never comes.
“Do you have a controller for our girl?” Knox asks, squeezing my hip before moving toward the recliner.
Our girl. The casual possessiveness in those words makes my insides liquify. But they don’t mean it in the way I want them to. Be careful, Callie, you’re careening toward a heartbreak.
“Always.” Brax pats the couch. “Get over here.”
My feet carry me forward without conscious thought, and I sink into the cushion between them. Jax hands me a controller, his fingers lingering against mine for a beat too long. My stomach flutters. I’ll never get tired of the effect these brothers have on me.
“Ready to get your ass handed to you?” he teases, bumping his shoulder against mine.
I fight a smile. “In your dreams, Jax.” Truth be told, I’m not that great compared to them, but then again, they played every night whereas I only played when we wound up hanging out at their house.
The familiar rhythm of trash talk and button-mashing settles over us like a comfortable blanket.
Knox lounges in the recliner, watching with that cocky smirk that makes heat pool low in my belly.
He deserves every bit of confidence he has, though.
He knows how to please. Every time our eyes meet, I remember his hands on my body, his lips on my neck, him driving into me, and I fumble the controller.
“Left side, Callie,” Brax murmurs, his breath warm against my ear.
Heat swoops through me, and I whip around in time to see an Elite charging at me, but before I can line up the shot, Brax takes it down. Jax comes in from the right to take out another enemy I hadn’t even spotted.
“I could’ve handled that,” I protest. I one shot a grunt as if to make a point.
“Course you could’ve.” Jax’s tone is placating. “Only speeding things up.”
They’re holding back, letting me get the easy kills, protecting me from the tougher enemies at every angle like they used to. It makes my chest ache with a tenderness I wasn’t prepared for.
“Grenade on your six,” Knox calls from the recliner, and I jump away in time to avoid the worst of the blast. My health bar decreases by half but that’s better than being in the red.
“Thanks,” I breathe, shooting him a grateful smile.
His eyes darken. “I got you.” The weight of his words are heavier than this moment. I look away from him before I get lost in them again.
We clear the mission with minimal casualties (mostly mine when I accidentally blow my character up), and when the scene closes out, I throw my hands up in victory.
“Still got it,” I sing.
“You’ve still got it, Alley cat,” Jax confirms, his voice dipping low.
The air shifts, thickens. The playful competition evaporates, replaced by something electric that has my pulse racing. My hands tremble as I set down the controller, and Brax notices immediately.
He sets his controller aside and tugs me into his lap so smoothly it’s like he’s done it a hundred times before. I go without resistance, turning to straddle him. My eyes flick to Jax, then to Knox, searching for any sign of displeasure. There’s nothing but heat and interest in their gazes.
“You’re okay,” Brax tells me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and cupping my cheek. His touch is gentle, at odds with the intensity in his eyes.
I exhale. “Sorry. This is just. I mean. I don’t know what we’re doing.”
“What do you want us to do?” Jax asks, his hand coming to rest on my lower back as he inches closer.
The last time the twins looked at me like this. . . My core clenches in memory and I release a shaky breath. “I don’t know,” I confess. “Knox and I had sex.” My eyebrows pinch together. “You guys aren’t mad?”
“Why would we be?” Brax smooths his hands up and down my thighs, each stroke sending sparks across my skin. Slowly his touch pushes my dress up my legs.
There’s a deep ache in my core that I’m starting to realize only they can fill. “I guess I thought you two might be jealous?” Every other man would be.
“Kiss me.”
I part my lips and stare at Brax. “What?”
He leans into my space, mouth inches from mine. “Kiss me, Callie Mae.”
So I do. I close the distance and kiss him, tongue tracing the seam of his lips.
He tastes different from Knox. Softer, sweeter.
The electricity is the same, though. He grips my hips, pulling me closer as he deepens the kiss.
I’m vaguely aware of Jax shifting beside us, of Knox’s heavy gaze from across the room.
When we break apart, I’m breathless, dizzy with want.
“We’re not jealous of Knox,” Jax says. “Because you belong to all of us, Callie. Always have.”
My heart trembles in my chest. “All of you?” It comes out as a whisper. A question. Something I’ve only ever fantasized about. But one woman can’t date three men. At least, that’s not typically how things work. There are relationships like this though.
Maybe my dream is possible. Maybe I can have them all to myself, and in return, they can have me.
“If that’s what you want,” Brax confirms, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “We’ve already talked about it and agreed.”
“We all want you,” Knox adds. “If you want all of us, we’ll figure the rest out.”
A million questions race through my mind. How would this work? What would people say? What about the town? But then Jax is pulling me from Brax’s lap, his hand closing gently around my throat as he captures my lips in a kiss that makes my body burn with need.
And suddenly, I don’t care about any of those questions. Nothing has ever felt more right than being in their arms, surrounded by the three men who have always owned pieces of my heart.
Careful of that Callie Mae and the brothers. They’re always up to no good.
There’s Callie Mae and the Williams brothers. Trouble written all over them.
Those Williams boys follow Callie around like lovesick puppies.
All those things said about us. Those obvious truths. It was always the four of us against the world. It only makes sense that the four of us end up together.