Chapter 12
twelve
ESTRELLA
“Y ou remember how much we used to fool around in public?” Zack continued as his hand tugged at my hair again, forcing a moan out of my throat. His nose skated down the length of my throat, and I knew without a doubt in my mind that he was watching Theo as he took control of me. “Figured we may as well go down memory lane while we talk. What do you think about that?”
I swallowed roughly. “I think you’re both actually insane.”
Theo tugged at a lock my curly hair next, gently. “Probably. But you don’t hate it, do you?”
“I…I don’t know.”
Zack groaned. “Mmm. Okay. Your safe word is ‘drumsticks’ then. You gonna say it? Because we’ll both stop if you do, and I’ll shout to the attendee to keep it moving. You just say the word.”
“D-Drumsticks?”
The laugh Theo let out was cruel. “Yeah, princess. Your days of fucking drummers are over. You won’t be needing that word any other damn thing than your safe word.”
I couldn’t help the sarcastic reply that came out of my mouth. “Oh, yeah? So, lead guitarists and screamers it is, then? Am I going to be fucked with a cordless mic one day? Grind my pussy into a guitar? Or is it only drumsticks that are off the table?”
Theo tugged my hair roughly next, taking me away from Zack entirely. I gasped at the rough action that had my neck craning towards him. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. I would bet our entire band on the fact that we could make you feel things that none of your other little boy toys over the years have made you feel.”
I blushed furiously as I looked him in the eyes. I didn’t know if that was a promise or an accusation, and I felt like I needed to defend myself. “I’m not a slut.”
His right eyebrow raised. “I never said you were one.”
Zack tugged my hair back again, forcing my eyes on his. I was already beginning to feel so overstimulated. “But you’ll be our slut. Won’t you, mi Estrella ?”
“I—"
“Say your safe word then,” Theo snapped as he gripped my thigh tightly. “Say it, and I won’t make you come for us right here. I won’t spread your pretty little legs and make you cum on my fingers while you kiss your husband. Go on. We’re waiting.”
I opened my mouth to say it. To prove them wrong.
To prove to myself that I was stronger than the men that had held onto me for years.
Heat bloomed to my cheeks furiously when no sound came out of my throat. Instead, my eyes just danced between the both of them in embarrassment. And in an embarrassing amount of need.
Zack’s crystal blue eyes locked on mine. “Do you want me? Yes or no. It is a very easy question to answer.”
I shook my head. “You’re not playing fair.”
My mouth opened in shock as Theo’s hand slid across my throat and held on tightly. Just like Zack’s hand had done last night. Except, instead of forcing me to look at him, he forced me to look at Zack instead. “Yes or no, Estrella. We may not be playing fair—but you certainly didn’t play fair yourself when you kissed me to try to make him jealous, even when we told you that we both wanted you. We tried being nice, but you had to be a little brat. So, be a good girl now and answer the fucking question.”
Zack’s mouth watched mine eagerly, and my tongue darted out to lick my lips.
I was still pissed.
I’d probably be pissed, bratty, and hurt for a very long time.
But fuck. I already knew the answer. I had known the answer the second that I was reassigned to that damn festival.
“Yes. I’ve always wanted you. I’m just…really fucking scared.”
“I know,” he whispered back. “And I know I have so much to make up for. But let me start here.”
Theo released my throat before squeezing in closer to me and placing a kiss at the top of my head. I shivered beneath both of their gazes. Except, when I tried to duck away from them, it was Zack’s hand that moved to my throat next, and he angled my head right at Theo. “Do you want him, too? Do you want Theo?”
My thoughts scrambled on a dime as Zack’s hold tightened.
That question was far, far harder for me to process.
Did I want Theo? Did I want my husband’s brother, who should have been my brother, too, by law? Did I want to risk everything with my needs?
My mind flashed back to just last night, once again.
To the sight of Theo standing there, with his cock in his hand and dripping cum on the floor, and how I hadn’t been turned off in the slightest. Even while Zack continued licking at me. In fact, I had wondered if it had turned me on even more—when I had heard the sound of him moaning but had refused to look up to confirm my thoughts. Let alone when the groan from his orgasm had hit my ears, mixing with my own orgasm in the most sinful way.
Zack had moaned into my pussy then, too. He knew . But he just kept going.
They really did want this.
Tears filled my eyes at the realization. My voice was hoarse when I spoke. “Yeah. Yeah, I think I do.”
Theo’s hands didn’t hesitate before they were at the button of my jeans, snapping them open. His eyes stayed on mine as he responded. “Kiss me like you fucking mean it then. Not just to make him jealous. Show me.”
And that time, when I tugged at his shirt to bring him as close as possible—Zack’s hand still on my throat in a possessive hold—I meant it with everything that I was. Our mouths clashed furiously, and it was mere seconds before our tongues battled each other’s next. Moans tore from the both of us at the pent-up need, and Zack’s groan as he kissed my shoulder and watched only added to it.
Fuck, how I ached to sit in his lap. To genuinely show him how much I did want him.
Even if I shouldn’t want him at all.
While Zack watched, content, knowing I was still his, too.
Theo broke our kiss first. We both heaved for oxygen as we stared at each other. Yet, I couldn’t stop staring at his lips for more. It was both erotic and obsessive all at once. And I found that no part of me regretted it whatsoever.
Theo grunted. “Good girl. Now, kiss your husband.”
Zack’s hand on my throat disappeared as I turned towards him. I didn’t have a second to even grip him, to bring him closer, before his mouth was on mine—swallowing my moans. My hand moved to cup the back of his head feverishly. To bring him as close as possible. Though, I halted entirely when I felt Theo pulling at my jeans.
“Wha-What’re you doing?” I asked, choking on my own throat.
Zack chuckled as his lips moved down to my neck.
Theo’s hand pulled at my jeans again as he smirked. “Help me get these off. Just to your ass so the world doesn’t get the show of a lifetime. I’m gonna make you cum on my fingers, right here, right now. You can choose which one of us you want to fuck more after that, princess. When you come back to our hotel room for the night.”