Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
CALLIE
The first thing I notice when consciousness creeps in is the scent. Woodsy cologne mixed with soap and something distinctly masculine that makes my stomach flutter. My face is buried in soft cotton that definitely doesn’t belong to me, and I’m wrapped in warmth from both sides.
My eyes flutter open. Dappled sunlight bathes the room in soft illumination.
I’m wearing an oversized T-shirt that hangs loose around my thighs.
The fabric carries Brax’s scent, and heat pools low in my belly as memories of last night trickle back.
The Ferris wheel. The truck with Knox. Gaming and drinking, being too tired to go home.
Not wanting to for fear that this fantasy would end.
Two solid bodies bracket me on either side, and every nerve ending in my body comes alive at once. Brax faces me, his arm casually draped over my hip, while Jax’s fingers are splayed across my low stomach.
Christ, Callie. You’re in bed with both Williams twins, again. When will you ever learn?
Oh, fuck off, brain!
Is it so bad that I like being here, sandwiched between them? The only thing that would make this better is if Knox were here. I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth. Knox and I definitely have chemistry. I always knew it, but we’ve never acted on it. Last night, though?
My pulse kicks up a notch, and that familiar ache between my thighs intensifies. These men—my oldest friends, my biggest mistakes, my everything—have me completely enraptured, and I can’t bring myself to move.
Last night they said they all wanted to date me.
I’m still not sure if I’m dreaming. I pinch my arm. Fuck. Ow. Okay, so this is real. I don’t have to choose between the men I’ve loved since I was a gawky tween.
Behind me, Jax stirs. His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me back against the solid wall of his chest. A low hum rumbles through him, vibrating against my spine, and I have to bite my lip to keep from making an embarrassing sound.
“Mornin’, Callie Mae.” His voice comes out rough with sleep, all gravel and honey.
Brax is still sleeping peacefully. I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of Jax’s messy brown hair. “Morning.” My voice comes out breathy. “Sleep well?
“Mmm.” His thumb caresses my stomach, the pads of his fingers pressing against my skin. “Slept better than I have in a long time with you here.” His mouth presses into my cheek and then he whispers in my ear. “How about you?”
“Great,” I admit, trying to ignore the fire raging beneath my skin as he glides his palm over my belly, one finger teasing the band of underwear.
“There is one problem,” he rasps, pressing his body against mine. His hardness nestles against my ass and he releases a low groan. “I’m dying, Callie.”
Rolling my eyes, I carefully turn in his arms. “Dying, Jax?”
He nods, gaze roaming over my face. “I think you’re the only one who can save me.”
I hum, run my hand up his chest and cup his face. “How’s that?”
Grabbing my thigh with one hand, he hooks my leg over his hips and drags me closer with the other. He pushes his thigh between my legs and I may or may not roll my hips against the sudden pressure. My core aches with need, soaking my panties.
“I think you know, Callie,” he whispers.
My eyes lift to meet his. The space between us condenses and electrifies. “Brax—”
“Sleeping.”
“He—”
“Won’t mind.”
Jax wants to fuck me while his brother is sleeping right next to us? It’s scandalous. Wrong. And so fucking tempting. My penchant for breaking rules might be my downfall, because when Jax gives me that look, with that puppy dog gaze that shines with sin, I think I might follow this man to hell.
Slowly, Jax’s face inches closer. Giving me time to say no.
I should. Good girls wouldn’t do what I’m about to.
Me and trouble have always been best friends, though.
Jax smirks, as if willing me to burn a little longer, and he grinds his thigh against me.
My clit throbs in appreciation, pulse thrumming as that heat in my low belly is going to consume me if I don’t find a release.
Fuck it.
I grab his throat, pulling him toward me, and our lips collide in a hungry, desperate kiss. He traces the seam of my mouth. I let him in and he groans, squeezing my ass and rocking my pussy against his thigh. I gasp, and he steals the sound, tongue waging war against my voice of reason.
My hand slips between our bodies, beneath the band of his boxers, and I wrap my fingers around his dick, smiling in approval as he thrusts into my grip. Jax is thick and just long enough. Warm, smooth, and hard as a fucking rock. “All this for me?” I tease, the words practically lost in our kiss.
“It’s always been all for you, baby.”
Those words weave through my heart, and I rise onto my elbow, guiding him onto his back while I run my hand up and down his length. I straddle Jax like I’ve done it a thousand times. He keeps kissing me, but shoves his boxers down, freeing his length.
“Jax,” I murmur with need.
“I’ve got you.” He grabs my underwear and shoves it down my thighs. I wiggle back and forth to get them all the way off, and when they flutter to the floor, I’m left naked save Brax’s shirt.
Breaking the kiss, I marvel at Jax’s smooth length in my palm as he runs his hands up my thighs, moving the fabric up, up, up, exposing me.
“Fuck, Cal,” he rasps.
That desperation. I memorize the sound as I position myself and guide him toward my center. I’m already so wet and filled with need I don’t waste time with foreplay. The tip of his cock presses in, and I roll my hips, testing the fit, delighting in the hiss Jax releases.
His eyes are hooded and I hold them as I sink onto his length, mouth parting as my walls stretch around his girth.
Fuck he’s so big. He palms my ass, squeezing as I grind with him deep inside of me.
My head falls back, and his hands curve around my body, slip under the shirt and cup my breasts, pinching and tugging on my nipples as I rock back and forth.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs as I start to move faster. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
My gaze flies to meet his, and he smirks, curling up to tug the shirt over my head. His lips seal around my left breast, and I cradle him to me as I ride him, body vibrating with pleasure. Warmth floods through my veins, and when he bites down, I moan, walls pulsing around his thickness.
He chuckles and moves to my other breast, swirling his tongue over my nipple and teasing me with his teeth. My breaths come in heavy pants as I try to keep my focus, keep the same pace. His length fills and stretches me in the best way.
Jax bites down again.
“Jax.” His name tumbles from my lips, and something about it flips a switch.
One moment I’m straddling him, and the next my back is hitting the mattress, legs wrapping around his middle as he cages my head between his forearms. Our gazes clash seconds before our lips do, our kiss full of need as he slams into me hard and fast.
I use my legs to keep him deep and tilt my hips until he hits deep enough that my lips part.
At this angle, his length glides over my g-spot as he slams into me.
Fuck, it feels so good. The sounds coming out of me as each thrust caresses over it would be embarrassing, but every one that escapes has him deepening the kiss.
He threads one of his hands into my hair and he pulls, tugging my head back and exposing my throat.
His kisses trail down to that sensitive skin and he sucks and kisses and nips until I’m begging for release.
Desperate to come, I grab his ass and shamelessly rub my pussy against his lower stomach, rocking as he pumps his hips and pulls my hair.
“Please, please, please.”
“That’s it, baby, let my brother hear how you beg,” Jax growls in my ear. “Let him hear how good I take care of this pussy.”
My focus zooms to Brax, who is wide awake, watching my face as Jax pulls out and drives in so hard he forces a moan out of me.
This is definitely a sin. Fucking someone while someone else watches, but I’m not stopping and neither is Jax.
If anything, knowing he has an audience makes him work that much harder.
“Eyes back on me, Callie,” he all but growls, pulling my hair again and making my neck arch.
My body yearns for releases, and as Jax’s thrusts get a little rougher, I start to burn. The fire starts at the tip of my toes. His body slamming against mine in a steady rhythm driving the flames up my legs. His lips on my throat trailing that heat up my torso.
Every nerve tingles, so intense and overwhelming none of the words that tumble out of me form a sentence. “Fuck, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Each word is a little higher, a touch more desperate.
“Yeah, Cal, you can take it, can’t you?” he rasps in my ear. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
His hips rock into mine, like he’s trying to break me, and I relent to his control, and when I finally do, that’s when worlds collide. My moans are half feral. Nails digging into his skin as I cling to him, begging him to take me all the way. My walls flex around him and his cock jerks in response.
“There she is,” he murmurs, quickening his pace only a little. Enough to keep me out of my head and in the moment, where he owns my body and I’m simply his. Every part of my body tightens, a taut string between us, and with the next thrust, it snaps.
Pleasure cascades through me, my cry throaty and deep.
Stars burst across my vision, and Jax follows me into the fray, thrusting deep and hard, hot cum spraying against my walls.
The wet heat shoves me into another orgasm, and I swear I scream, clutching Jax like my life depends on it as he fills me.
He collapses on top of me, bracing his weight on his forearms to keep from squashing me.
“Well, fuck,” Brax says. “Good morning, I guess.”
Jax laughs, burying his head against my neck with a groan.
The sound makes my heart squeeze. I bite my cheek and glance at Brax. “Sorry.”