25. OLIVIA
CHAPTER 25
OLIVIA
The drive to Jax’s summer house feels like a road trip out of a movie. The sun is starting its lazy descent, painting the sky in warm oranges and pinks. I’m in the back seat, wedged between Marcus and Ethan, while Jax drives. The windows are down, and the salty breeze hints that we’re getting close to the coast. Jax has music blasting—a classic rock playlist that feels perfectly him—and even though we’re heading out for work, it feels suspiciously like a vacation.
Sometimes I forget how rich Jax is. His easy charm and laid-back demeanor don’t scream "owns a summer house by the beach," but here we are.
Ethan and Jax are arguing over whether Jax’s taste in music is dated or timeless, and even though I’m tempted to roll my eyes, I have to admit that it’s the happiest I’ve been in a long time.
Marcus, on the other hand, is unusually quiet. He stares out the window, fingers absently tapping on his knee. It’s not hard to guess what’s on his mind.
The run-in with Jill earlier clearly rattled him.
He’s never really talked about her beyond her name and school, and I’d never pressed. It was obviously how much he loved and adored her. But the moment Jill mentioned watching our show, Marcus had stiffened like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head.
As we pull into the driveway, the house comes into view, and it’s every bit as spectacular as I expected. A sleek, modern structure with floor-to-ceiling windows that catch the fading sunlight. Beyond it, the beach stretches out like a postcard, the sand soft and pale, the waves breaking gently in the distance. It’s breathtaking.
The crew hasn’t arrived yet, and they won’t till the weekend, so it’s just us. Ethan’s the first one out of the car, grabbing the camera and turning it toward me. “Olivia, first thoughts?” he asks.
“It’s nice,” I say.
“Nice?” Jax repeats, mock-offended. “This is my pride and joy, Chase. Show a little enthusiasm.”
“Okay, okay it’s incredible,” I say, walking towards the patio steps.
Inside, it’s even more stunning. Open spaces, sleek lines, and a color palette that screams understated luxury. The kind of place you see in magazines and think, Who actually lives like this? Apparently, Jax. The main living area flows seamlessly into a patio that overlooks the beach, where the sunset is painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.
“This is insane,” I say
“Wait till you see the deck,” Jax says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the sliding glass doors.
Ethan and Marcus trail behind us, Marcus still quiet. I glance at him, catching the flicker of something in his expression as he looks out at the beach.
“You okay?” I ask softly.
He nods but doesn’t meet my eyes. “Just tired.”
I don’t push him. Not here, not now. Instead, I follow Jax out to the deck, letting the sea breeze whip through my hair. It’s cooler here than in town, and the air smells fresh, untainted.
This shoot is meant to be a little different. It's more documentary-style, with no crew just yet, just us and a single camera Ethan’s already slinging over his shoulder. He’s in director mode as he takes in different shots.
Jax sets the drinks down on the porch table with a satisfied grin
"Beach houses and cold drinks—what else do you need?" he says, sinking into one of the cushioned chairs.
Ethan rolls his eyes, though there’s a smirk tugging at his lips. "Don’t get too comfortable, rich boy. We’re still working."
"I’m multitasking," Jax replies, raising his glass. "Relaxing and being charming—it’s a full-time job."
The porch is cozy, with soft lighting strung along the roofline and a breeze carrying the salty tang of the ocean.
“The day is too beautiful to just waste sitting around,” Marcus says.
I wonder what it would be like skinny dipping. I’ve never actually done it—and just the thought of doing it with the guys makes me blush. But there’s no one around us for miles. The beach is dark, and all the houses around us don’t like there’s any occupants in it. This is a good chance as any.
As if reading my mind, Jax claps his hands together. “What are we waiting for? Let’s hit the water.”
“Race you!” Ethan calls, already taking off toward the beach.
“Oh, come on!” I yell, kicking off my shoes to chase after him.
Jax’s laugh booms behind me as he catches up easily, his long legs giving him the advantage. I’m almost at the sand when I feel hands grab my waist. Jax’s hands. He spins me around, laughing. “Not so fast.”
“Let me go!” I laugh, wriggling free, but Ethan’s there, blocking my path before I can take another step.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he teases, his hands grazing my hips. His touch lingers just long enough to make my pulse quicken.
I twist out of his grip, and in the chaos, Marcus comes up behind me, his large hands landing firmly on my shoulders. “You’ve got to earn it, Chase,” he says, his voice low in my ear.
Heat rushes to my face as I break free, darting past all three of them. “You guys are ridiculous!” I yell over my shoulder, laughing so hard my stomach hurts.
The cool sand shifts beneath my feet as I sprint toward the water, tugging off my shirt and tossing it behind me. The guys are right on my heels, shedding their clothes just as fast. Jax is the first to catch up, his hand brushing against my arm before I dart to the side, narrowly escaping him. Ethan is next, his fingers skimming the small of my back.
By the time I hit the water, it’s impossible to tell who’s winning. The waves crash around us, cool and refreshing against my skin as I dive under, coming up for air with a laugh. Even Marcus looks amused.
Jax reaches me first, his wet hair slicked back, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “I let you win, you know,” he says, winking.
“Oh, please,” I reply, splashing water at him. “You’re just mad I beat you fair and square.”
“So,” I say, sliding my wet hair out of my face, “who lost?”
“That’d be me,” Ethan replies with a theatrical sigh. He glides closer, eyes fixed on mine. “Now announce my punishment.”
I can’t help smiling.
“Well then,” I say, batting my eyes in mock innocence, “I guess I’ll have to punish you.”
His eyes flicker with anticipation, and I lean in, my arms sliding around his neck.
The taste of saltwater lingers on his lips, and I can feel him tense, then relax, sinking into it. There’s a low moan, maybe from me, maybe from him—either way, it fuels the rush surging through me.
I feel him harden against my thigh, the gentle waves rocking us together. My breath hitches when his fingers skim beneath the hem of my bra and peels it away.
I hear the faint snap of elastic, and then it floats off in the water, gone to the ocean’s depths. It happens so fast I barely register the extra sets of hands before they start roaming over my body. Jax is behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist, pressing me gently against his chest. Marcus is on my right, his touch exploring the curve of my hip, sliding up toward my ribcage.
The sudden influx of sensation sends a jolt of heat through me, making my knees feel weak even though I’m floating. Jax’s breath grazes the back of my neck, and I tilt my head to catch a glimpse of him, my heart thrumming in my chest.
Marcus leans closer, and I can hear the water ripple as he shifts position. His mouth finds the side of my throat, placing slow kisses there that make me arch my back. My fingers tangle in Ethan’s damp hair as he continues to kiss me, his lips moving from my mouth to the hollow of my neck, then lower, skating over my collarbone.
A small moan escapes me, lost in the hush of the waves. Jax’s palms glide across my stomach, hugging me tighter, while Marcus’s hand gently cups my breast, his thumb brushing over the sensitive peak.
Ethan’s mouth has moved lower now, tasting the wet skin along the slope of my shoulder. I feel Jax claim my mouth in a hot, unyielding kiss, his tongue tangling with mine.
His body presses flush against my back, and I can feel every ridge of muscle as he dips his mouth to my neck. The sensation of his teeth grazing my skin shoots a jolt of pleasure down my spine.
“Oh… God,” I murmur, tilting my head back so I can melt into Jax’s mouth. That’s all it takes for him to latch on, trailing open-mouthed kisses from my shoulder up to my jaw, each one more urgent than the last.
Meanwhile, Marcus prowls in front of me like a tiger sizing up his prey. The low rumble of his voice makes my stomach twist with excitement. His gaze flicks down to my bare breasts bobbing just above the surface of the water, and a sinful half-smile curls his lips.
A moment later, he’s right there in front, hands brushing wet hair off my face. Slowly, he leans in, capturing my mouth in a kiss.
Jax’s kisses keep teasing along my neck while Ethan’s fingers flex against my hips. I can’t tell whose hand is whose anymore—someone palms my breast and rolls my nipple between their fingers. Another hand slips along my belly until it’s between my legs. My head lolls to the side as I gasp at the unexpected intensity.
I’m still catching my breath when strong arms suddenly lift me out of the water and, between the three of them, carry me back to shore.
They set me down carefully on the soft, warm sand—though I can feel tiny grains clinging to my wet skin, it’s the last thing on my mind right now. The three of them hover over, making my clit throb.
Marcus kneels between my legs first, the sand shifting under his weight. His hands slide along my thighs, palms warm against my damp skin. I shiver at the almost reverent way he cups my knees and parts them, making space for himself.
Then he leans down, pressing warm kisses high up on my inner thigh. Each brush of his mouth sends tingles racing over my skin.
Ethan settles to one side, tracing the curve of my waist with his fingertips. Jax moves in close on my other side, dipping his head to trail kisses along my shoulder and neck, his lips teasing the spot that makes me gasp. My back arches, pressing my breasts up toward him. He takes the invitation, circling his tongue over my sensitive nipple before sucking gently. A broken moan tumbles from my lips.
Meanwhile, Marcus’s kisses keep drifting higher. When he finally reaches the slick heat between my legs, my eyes flutter shut. He parts me with careful, deliberate pressure, then takes a long, slow taste that makes me cry out.
He zeroes in on my clit with firm strokes of his tongue, and my head tips back in abandon.
“Oh, God,” I breathe, my voice trembling.
I feel Ethan’s soft chuckle near my ear. His hand moves to cradle my cheek, guiding my head so he can kiss me, slow and deep. Jax’s kisses move to my collarbone, then down, until I feel his mouth on my other breast. They’re worshipping me in tandem—my lips, my skin, every trembling inch.
Marcus doubles down on the pressure between my legs, his tongue flicking my clit in slow, languid circles before switching to a more insistent rhythm. My stomach twists in knots of pure bliss, and I can’t help the ragged moan that tears from my throat.
My hands scramble for purchase, one tangling in Jax’s hair, the other clutching at Ethan’s bicep.
Marcus slips his hands beneath my hips to hold me in place, his mouth working me relentlessly. I tug at Jax’s hair, needing something to anchor me to this moment. He just groans, sucking harder on my nipple in response.
The tension in my belly coils tighter and tighter. I come with a sharp cry, the world tilting as I give in to wave after wave of staggering pleasure. My body bows off the sand, hands grabbing onto anything—anyone—to keep from floating away.
My pulse still pounds from the orgasm I just rode out, and the taste of salt lingers on my lips from the ocean breeze. The three of them—Ethan, Jax, and Marcus—stand there, wet skin glistening under the moonlight, their cocks hard and insistent as they watch me with hungry eyes. A bold spark ignites inside me, and I don’t hesitate.
I push myself up, knees pressing into the sand, not caring how the grains cling to my damp skin. My hair clings to my neck and shoulders, but I’m too charged with adrenaline to notice. Slowly, I curl my finger, beckoning them closer. They exchange quick glances, then move in, surrounding me on three sides.
First, I reach for Ethan. He draws closer, and my hand closes around his cock—hot and smooth in my grip. A low, throaty groan escapes him as I lean in and glide my tongue along his length. The briny taste of saltwater mixes with the heady rush of desire. My lips part, and I take him deeper, gagging slightly but using that sensation to spur me on.
A gasp rumbles through my chest when I feel Jax press against my side. I break off from Ethan just long enough to look up at Jax’s sculpted abs and chest, water still dripping down his torso. My free hand finds Jax’s cock next, stroking him firmly before I turn my mouth to him, sliding him between my parted lips. I moan around him, the sound raw and husky.
He curses under his breath, and I feel my own thrill ramp up. The fact that we’re out here on this open beach where we could be discovered at any moment—that dangerous edge makes my heart race.
Marcus steps behind me, his fingers tracing lazy circles along my waist. I can sense his cock just inches from my lower back, rigid and heated. He leans forward, pressing a warm, possessive kiss to my shoulder. I take him in, licking the sensitive head, bobbing my head up and down as I take his thick girth.
I shift, turning slightly so I can take Ethan into my mouth again. My lips wrap around him, and I feel his hands move to my hair, guiding me gently. It’s not long before I’m gagging a little once more, tears stinging my eyes. Switching to Jax, I stroke him a few times before taking him deep. The sand beneath my knees digs in, but I hardly notice.
Soon, they’re all so close. Ethan’s cock slides against my cheek when I turn to draw Jax in again. Suddenly, Ethan lets out a sharp groan. He pulls away from my mouth, eyes glazed with lust. I barely register his hand, cradling my jaw before he tips my head back. Hot, pulsing release splashes across my cheek and chin. My gasp breaks the silence as warmth trickles onto my neck.
Marcus and Jax let go of the last shred of restraint. Jax braces one hand on my shoulder, his body tensing. My gaze flicks up in time to see his features twist with ecstasy. He groans my name as his own release hits me across my lips and chest, sticky heat running between my breasts. Marcus’s hand digs into my hip—he comes with a low, guttural sound, the splash of warmth dripping down my skin until I’m bathed in them.
I’m trembling, my breath ragged as I swipe a hand across my cheek, feeling their hot fluids on my fingertips. Their eyes, still dark with want, lock on mine.
Jax is the first to haul me off my knees. “C’mon,” he rasps, voice thick.
They guide me down onto the sand, heedless of the grains that cling to every inch of our bodies. Jax settles between my thighs first. There’s a second of searing eye contact before he pushes into me with a long, rolling thrust that steals my breath. I cry out, arching into him.
Marcus kneels behind me, his large hands supporting my shoulders while Jax rocks into me.
Jax’s pace intensifies, his cock gliding deep over and over, and my vision blurs with sensation.
When Jax finally draws back, Marcus takes his place, one arm winding under my thigh. He lifts my leg to change the angle, and his first thrust sends a bright flash of pleasure roaring through my body. I tug him closer, nails digging into his back, barely aware of my own keening cries.
Marcus comes inside me, and Ethan slides in next. I’m positioned on all fours this time, a groan escaping as he enters me. My hair falls forward, and I can feel Jax on one side, Marcus on the other, both of them running their hands over my body, encouraging me in low, filthy whispers.
With a sharp hitch of my breath, I crash into the next orgasm—my walls flutter around Ethan as stars burst behind my eyelids. But they don’t stop.
Time folds in on itself. We keep going, switching positions anytime they’re close. I lose count of my orgasms.
By the end, we’re sprawled together on the sand, limbs tangled, the night breeze cooling our sweat-dampened skin. My entire body is alight with satisfaction, my pulse still hammering in my ears. I try to catch my breath, but it’s impossible when my heart feels like it’s about to burst right out of my chest.
Ethan’s fingers brush over my cheek in a gentle caress, wiping away a streak of sand and sweat. Jax and Marcus each press a soft kiss to my shoulder, the three of them forming a cocoon around me.
I can’t hold back the exhausted, blissful laughter that bubbles up. “We’re… so… dirty,” I manage.
“And you know the weirdest part?” Jax says, sitting up. “I’m not even tired.”
“Neither am I,” Ethan says.
“I have some snacks in my bag,” I say. “Why don’t I bring that out? We can have them by the water.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Marcus says, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Come on, I’ll help you bring those out.”