22. ETHAN
CHAPTER 22
ETHAN
My heart is pounding so hard I can barely think. What the hell am I doing? What are we doing?
It was a split-second decision. I just knew I couldn’t lose her. I step back from our kiss. Olivia’s eyes flutter open, and I see the answer there. I know what I have to do.
I take her hand in mine and lead her towards the bedroom.
I glance over my shoulder at them. Jax looks determined, his jaw set. On the other hand, Marcus looks like he’s still trying to figure out whether he should stay or bolt.
I don’t blame him. But seconds later, they’re following us to the bedroom.
Olivia stops short once we’re inside, and I turn to face her. “You okay?” I ask softly.
Her eyes dart between the three of us, uncertainty flashing in their depths. “I... I don’t know,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus shuts the door close behind him. Jax and he exchange a glance. I look them over before turning back to Olivia. This is really happening.
“We don’t have to do this,” I say quickly, my own nerves bubbling to the surface. “If it’s too much?—”
“No,” she interrupts. “I need to figure this out.”
I nod, swallowing hard. I step back to give her space, my palms sweaty as I shove them into my pockets.
Olivia looks at Marcus first, then Jax, and finally, her eyes land back on me. “How does this even work?” she asks, a faint, nervous laugh escaping her lips.
“We start small,” I say, echoing my earlier words. “But you’re in charge. It’s all up to you.”
We spread out, giving her space. Olivia’s movements are hesitant at first, like she’s still working through the logistics of how this is supposed to go. But then she squares her shoulders and walks right up to Jax.
He freezes, his usual cocky grin nowhere to be found as Olivia reaches up and cups his face. Her thumbs brush his cheekbones, and then, slowly, she leans in. Their lips meet, and I can’t look away. Jax’s hands come to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss is deep, unhurried, and it feels like it goes on forever.
When Olivia pulls back, Jax exhales sharply, his hands lingering on her hips before he lets go. She turns toward Marcus next, her steps deliberate, and I swear he looks like he’s forgotten how to breathe.
“Relax,” she says softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. Then she rises onto her toes and kisses him.
Marcus responds immediately, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her head, his other arm wrapping around her waist. It’s intense, his movements careful but desperate, like he’s afraid she’ll vanish if he lets go. Olivia sighs into his mouth, and the sound twists something deep in my chest.
I don’t realize I’ve clenched my fists until Olivia turns to me. My breath catches as she closes the distance between us, her eyes searching mine.
“Still good?” I ask softly, giving her an out if she needs it.
Her nod is barely perceptible before she closes the distance again, her lips pressing against mine with a force that sends sparks shooting through me. I feel her hands on my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt, pulling me closer.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jax shift, drawing closer. As Olivia pulls back from me, catching her breath, she turns toward Jax. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips red and swollen, and I can barely breathe as I watch her kiss him again.
He cups her face with both hands, pulling her into a kiss that’s as bold and commanding as he is. His fingers thread into her hair, holding her close as his body presses against hers. I should feel jealous—hell, maybe I do—but mostly, I’m mesmerized.
Olivia steps back toward the bed, her gaze flicking between the three of us. She sits on the edge, her lips parted and cheeks flushed, and I know none of us can resist her.
Jax is the first to move, kneeling in front of her.
“You sure about this?” he asks, his voice lower than I’ve ever heard it.
She nods, biting her lip, her nervousness giving way to something deeper. “Yeah,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
That’s all the permission any of us need. Marcus steps closer, his hand brushing hers as she reaches for him. He leans down, capturing her lips in a kiss that makes her sigh, her shoulders relaxing as she melts into him.
I stay back for a moment, letting them take their turns, but when Olivia glances at me, her green eyes locking onto mine, I can’t stay still anymore. I step forward, cupping her face and tilting it up to kiss her again. Her lips are soft, warm, and when she kisses me back, it’s like she’s pouring all of herself into it.
Jax moves to her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as his hands slide up her sides. Marcus is at her other side, his fingers threading through her hair as he presses soft kisses to her temple.
“Lay back,” Jax murmurs, his voice rough but gentle.
She obeys, her hair fanning out on the bed as she looks up at us, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Marcus is the first to climb up next to her, his large hands trailing down her arm as he leans over her. I follow, positioning myself at her other side, while Jax kneels at the foot of the bed, his hands skimming up her legs.
Jax’s fingers work the hem of her shirt, sliding it up and over her head to reveal smooth skin and soft curves. Marcus’s hands are there immediately, reverent as they trail over her, and I can’t help but lean down to press a kiss to her shoulder, then her collarbone.
“You okay?” I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nods, her gaze darting between us. “Yeah. More than okay.”
Her skin is soft and warm under my hands as I trail kisses down her neck, stopping just above her collarbone. Olivia sighs, her hands tangling in my hair, and it sends a jolt of heat through me. Jax has settled at her side, one hand stroking her thigh, his lips pressing gentle kisses to her knee. Marcus is leaning over her, his fingers tracing patterns on her stomach as he whispers something low and soothing.
I’m hyperaware of everything—her breaths, her little gasps, the way she shivers when Jax’s mouth moves closer to her inner thigh. It’s intoxicating, like every nerve in my body is firing at once.
“We have you baby, you’re ours now,” Jax says.
Her lips part as if to say something, but instead, she arches into our touch, a soft moan escaping her. It’s enough to undo me completely.
I let my hands trail down her sides, marveling at the way she moves under my touch. Jax’s lips are now on her stomach, his hands sliding to her hips, while Marcus’s fingers work the clasp of her bra, revealing more of her to us.
“You’re stunning,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her again. Her lips are soft and yielding, and the way she pulls me closer makes my pulse race.
Jax leans back for a moment, his gaze dark and intense as he watches us. “You’re not hogging her, Ethan,” he says, his tone teasing but edged with something more primal.
I chuckle, pulling back just enough to let Marcus lean in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that’s slow and deliberate. Jax’s hands continue to roam, and I focus on her neck, trailing kisses down to her shoulder.
I lean down to kiss her again, this time slower, savoring the moment. Her fingers trace down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Jax shifts beside her, his hands sliding beneath her hips to lift her slightly as Marcus’s lips brush over her collarbone.
I feel Jax’s hand graze mine as we both reach to touch her, and for a split second, we lock eyes. There’s no jealousy, no competition. Just understanding. We’re here for her, and this is about making her feel like the center of the universe.
“Liv,” Jax murmurs against her ear, his voice husky. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”
She lets out a soft laugh, her head tipping back. “Good.”
Marcus chuckles low, his fingers skimming the curve of her waist. “You’re trouble, Olivia.”
She doesn’t say anything to that, just moans under her breath.
“You okay, Liv?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her eyes flick to mine, and she nods, a smile playing on her lips.
“More than okay,” she whispers.
Jax grins, his dimples flashing. “Good, because we’re just getting started.”
I lean down, pressing my lips to her shoulder before trailing kisses lower. She arches into the touch, her hands clutching at the sheets as Marcus slides down to join me, his lips following a path along her other side.
Olivia’s chest rises and falls rapidly beneath us, her skin flushed a deep pink that travels from her cheeks down to the soft curves of her breasts. Jax’s large hands frame her waist, steadying her as he dips his head to press a kiss between the valley of her breasts. She gasps softly, her fingers threading into his hair, holding him there for a moment longer.
Marcus trails kisses down her side, his lips brushing over her hip, his hands exploring the curve of her thighs.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, my hand gliding down her arm to lace our fingers together.
She squeezes my hand, her gaze flicking up to mine, and for a moment, the intensity of her expression floors me. Then she pulls me closer, her lips finding mine in a kiss so deep it makes my head spin.
Jax’s hands skim up her thighs, his touch reverent yet possessive, as Marcus shifts to the other side of her, his lips following the curve of her stomach. Olivia squirms, her breath hitching when Marcus’s mouth brushes lower, over the sensitive skin at the top of her inner thigh.
Her thighs part slightly, and my gaze follows the motion instinctively, catching a glimpse of her glistening folds. Desire roars to life inside me, making it impossible to think about anything else.
“Liv,” Jax says, his voice rough with restraint, “you’re killing me here.”
Her laugh is soft, breathless, as her fingers graze his jaw. “Good,” she teases, though her voice wavers slightly when Marcus’s fingers trail between her thighs, teasing the slick heat there. His fingers finally push their way inside, spreading her open, flicking her clit to see her response.
Her hips buck instinctively, her moan sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. I glance at Marcus, who looks up briefly, his eyes dark with hunger.
“She’s perfect,” he says, his voice low and full of conviction.
Jax nods, his hand brushing over her other thigh as if in silent agreement. I lean down, capturing her lips in another kiss, swallowing the soft whimpers that escape her mouth as Marcus’s fingers dip inside her.
Her body arches off the bed, her breasts pressing against my chest, her nails raking lightly down my back. Every sound she makes, every tremble of her body, is fuel to the fire burning inside me.
“Look at me, Liv,” I whisper against her lips.
Her eyes flutter open, locking onto mine, and in that moment, it feels like the world narrows to just the two of us.
“You’re safe with us,” I say softly, my thumb brushing over her cheek.
She nods, her breath catching as Marcus’s fingers curl inside her, hitting just the right spot. Her moans grow louder, her body writhing as she chases the building pleasure.
Jax leans in, his lips brushing over her ear. “Let go, Liv. Yes, good girl.”
And she does, her body trembling as the waves of her climax crash over her, her cries filling the room. Her head tilts back, her lips forming my name—or maybe Jax’s, or Marcus’s. It doesn’t matter.
Olivia’s body shudders beneath us, the aftershocks of her release drawing soft moans from her lips. I watch her, utterly captivated, as her chest rises and falls rapidly, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She’s radiant—flushed, messy, and utterly breathtaking.
Jax shifts beside her, his hand still splayed possessively on her thigh. His thumb brushes against her skin in lazy circles, a look of satisfaction mixed with raw hunger on his face.
“Was that good for you?”
“The best so far.”
Jax chuckles, his fingers trailing up her stomach, stopping just beneath her breasts. “I’ll take that as a good review,” he says.
Olivia’s laugh is breathless.
Olivia shakes her head, her hand sliding to rest on his shoulder. “No,” she says firmly, her eyes darting between the three of us. “I don’t want to stop.”
Her words ignite something in all of us. Marcus leans down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss, while Jax’s hands explore her curves, his lips brushing over her shoulder. I shift lower, pressing soft kisses along her ribcage, marveling at how responsive she is and how she tilts toward every touch.
Jax is at her other side, his broad shoulders and strong arms flexing as he supports his weight above her. He lowers his head, brushing his lips over the swell of her breast, his tongue flicking lightly over her nipple. Olivia moans, her hand sliding up to grip his shoulder, nails lightly grazing his skin.
Her breasts rise and fall rapidly, her nipples taut and sensitive beneath our attention. The sweet curve of her waist leads to her hips, where Jax’s hand now rests, his thumb stroking reassuring circles on her skin. He leans in to whisper something that makes her chuckle softly, the sound muffled by my lips as I reclaim her mouth in another heated kiss.
My free hand explores her torso, feeling the delicate shift of her ribs beneath my fingertips, the softness of her belly, and the gentle dip of her navel.
“I want to see you,” she says as she kisses us. “Please. All of you.”
She shifts slightly, and I catch a glimpse of Jax’s reaction: he’s fully erect, the outline of his hardened length straining against the last scrap of fabric he’s wearing. His muscles are taut, his breathing labored, and the look he gives Olivia is a mix of admiration and craving. Marcus is much the same, his broad shoulders flexing as he adjusts his position. I notice how rigid he is as well—thick and swollen, clearly aroused by every sound and tremor of Olivia’s body. He, too, can’t tear his eyes from her, and I see the small twitch of his jaw as he tries to keep himself composed.
As for me, I’m no different. I can feel my own erection pressing insistently, my body thrumming with tension and desire. I’m painfully aware of how hard I am, how the anticipation coils in my gut. Olivia’s presence does that—makes all my senses flare.
She notices, of course she does. Her gaze drifts slowly over each of us, lingering on the shape of our arousal. Her tongue flicks out to wet her lips, and I can see the curiosity and resolve in her eyes. She knows exactly what she’s doing to us, and the soft smile curving her mouth tells me she likes it.
She sits up slightly, her hands brushing over our cocks.
“You’re all so big,” she says as her hands wrap around Jax’s and tugs at it. He makes a strangled cry at the back of his throat.
“Olivia, Jesus.”
She smiles at him before moving over to me, cupping my balls, tugging at me before moving on to Marcus. It’s exquisite torture.
When her fingers draw over the sensitive head of his cock, Marcus shudders. “That’s enough,” he says, catching her arm. “I need to have you now. Lay back, sweetheart. I need to come inside you.”
Olivia moans at this words but does as he says, spreading her legs wide for him.
Marcus carefully presses forward with a quiet murmur of her name, entering her slowly. I watch as he eases into her, his movements unhurried, deliberate. Olivia moans softly, her head tilting back, her body welcoming him. Her thighs part wider, accommodating him, and the way her face flushes pink has my heart racing. Marcus is thick and fully aroused, his muscular body flexing as he sinks deeper, drawing a gasp from her that sends a jolt of desire through me. He doesn’t stop till he’s seated entirely inside her.
I’m on one side, Jax on the other. I can see the tension in Jax’s jaw as he watches them, his normally confident grin replaced by awe. He’s completely captivated by the sight of Olivia taking Marcus so beautifully.
Olivia gasps softly, her free hand reaching out, and I catch it, squeezing gently.
She moans, a sound low and throaty, and Marcus begins a slow rhythm. Her body responds instantly, hips rolling up to meet him, her lips parted as she looks at me and Jax. Her eyes shine with trust and a kind of delirious pleasure.
Jax and I exchange a glance, silently asking permission and receiving it in the soft smile Olivia offers us. Jax moves next, coming up close behind Marcus.
I catch Olivia’s reaction as she takes him in: his strong thighs, the subtle V of his hips.
Marcus maintains his strokes, each gentle thrust earning a sigh or a whimper from Olivia’s lips. She’s already so responsive, and I feel my own hardness ache at the sight. I’m still kneeling beside her, my hand in hers, when Jax leans in, placing soft kisses along her collarbone and whispering her name.
He angles himself carefully, waiting until Marcus withdraws slightly before pressing forward from another angle— coordinating with subtle glances and the shift of Olivia’s hips. He doesn’t enter her at the exact same time Marcus does; instead, they find a rhythm, taking turns, alternating between shallow and deep strokes, careful and slow. Olivia gasps, overwhelmed but clearly enjoying it, her knuckles turning white as she grips my hand more tightly.
Her head rolls to the side, eyes locking onto me. I can see the plea there—she wants me closer. I shift my position, moving so that I’m near her head and shoulders. I lean down, offering a kiss, and she takes it greedily, moaning into my mouth as Jax and Marcus find a perfect sync, filling her up with their cocks.
I’m painfully hard, my own erection straining. I nearly groan aloud when her hand drifts down to brush against me. She’s shaking with pleasure, yet she still finds it in herself to reach for me. I let her fingers trail along my shaft—firm, pulsing with need—offering a gentle grind of my hips into her hand. The sensation makes me suck in a sharp breath, my forehead pressing to hers as I try to keep control.
“Olivia,” I whisper, voice thick with emotion as I press kisses to her cheek, her temple, anywhere my lips can reach. “Oh fuck yes, just like that.”
She answers with a moan, her hand still stroking me, her thumb teasing the sensitive underside of my length. The pleasure is dizzying, but I hold back, focusing on her responses. I want her to feel adored, treasured, worshipped.
As they continue to fuck her, her breathing becomes ragged, her entire body taut like a bowstring. Marcus murmurs something low and reassuring, Jax groans softly, and I whisper her name again like a benediction.
She cries out, her body going rigid, and I watch in awe as a powerful climax tears through her, her muscles clenching around them, her scream echoing in the hush of the room. Marcus and Jax guide her through it, slowing their movements, stroking her skin, pressing gentle kisses to any patch of flesh they can find. I cradle her head, letting her ride out every tremor, every aftershock, until she finally sags against the pillows, thoroughly spent.