Chapter 5
LOU
I’m kissing Salem Turner.
That’s the whole headline. Mezcal and lime and heat, his mouth confident, mine greedy. The rough edge of his salt-and-pepper goatee skims my chin. His hand is warm at my jaw. He tastes like trouble.
A few hours ago, I rode a motorcycle for the first time. Now I’m here, in a dress some concierge guessed right about, making out with Salem Freaking Turner like I’ve been doing this my whole life. He kisses better than Troy. Better than anyone I’ve kissed. No contest.
He sets a pace and waits to see if I’ll meet it. I do. He answers like he was counting on that.
“Okay?” he says against my mouth.
“Very.”
Houston is a quiet shape at my side. He slides a water my way without crowding. I take a sip without breaking eye contact with Salem. Cold helps. I hand the glass back. Houston’s eyes say, I’m good if you’re good.
I am.
Knox stands where I can see him. Leather bomber jacket open, steady face. The watch at the door, the read on the room. I see him seeing me. He’s not judging. If anything, he looks curious.
Salem kisses me again, and I stop thinking. He knows exactly when to press and when to lean back. I follow and push. He pulls a small sound out of me that I didn’t plan to make. I don’t blush. I double down and drag my nails up the nape of his neck.
That earns a short growl out of him that warms me to my core. He breaks long enough to breathe. “Still okay?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” His thumb skims the corner of my mouth. “Rules?”
I’m not completely sure what he means. “About?”
“This. Now. Here.”
Houston nods. Knox nods.
Salem’s grin tilts up. “We can follow rules.”
We. We.
Oh. OH.
Huh. I mean, sure, I’ve thought about it. What woman hasn’t? And with the three stars I’ve wanted since I was a teenager? Dream come true.
But they’re also my ex’s brothers. He’s right. We need rules.
So, I say the only one that springs to mind. “Anybody gets weird, I’m out.”
“Fair,” Knox says.
Houston’s voice is low. “You’re in control.”
Salem offers his hand, and I take it, letting him lead me to the bedroom with the other two following. I’m not sure if they want to watch or participate, and thankfully, the tequila isn’t letting me ramble about that. In fact, I’m not sure what to say, so I’m keeping my mouth shut.
Until Salem kisses me again. The kiss picks up where it left off, his tongue sliding into my mouth.
His hands settle on my hips and wait. I say yes, and he moves.
He kisses like he plays—tempo solid, then a syncopation that makes me chase him a little because he likes what that does to my breath. I chase. He rewards it.
“Tell me what you want,” he murmurs.
“To stop thinking.”
“We can do that,” Knox says as he comes up from behind.
My mouth goes dry, but that’s the only part of me that is. “Is this something you three do a lot?”
Salem lifts a shoulder. “Now and then.”
“We’re good, Lou,” Houston says from the side of me. “We get tested all the time. All of us have a clean bill of health.”
Knox lifts my hair, setting it over my shoulder. Then he kisses the back of my neck. “Tell us if this is what you want. The three of us. If not, we back off, no hard feelings.”
“Just hard cocks,” Salem says, devilish blue eyes dancing.
I snort a laugh and roll my eyes. “That an offer?”
“Yes.” No joke in his tone this time.
Okay. So, they aren’t just here to watch. Am I really going through with this?
Salem, those eyes still on me, takes his shirt off. The first thing that hits is the muscles. The man is ripped, veins popping, a faint dusting of black body hair. His nipples are pierced—barbells. I want to trace the lines and ridges of his chest with my tongue.
I blink twice. “Yes.”
“Thank fuck,” he says as he hooks his hand behind my neck and pulls me against him for a searing kiss.
Knox works the zipper on my dress as we make out, and Houston’s shape moves out of the corner of my eye, but I don’t see what he’s up to until Salem breaks the kiss.
Only then do I take in the room. This must be Salem’s bedroom—there’s his famed signature purple bass in the corner.
Why it’s not in a case, I don’t know. But the rest of the room matches the hotel interior.
Dim golden light, bisque walls, gray furniture—not the generic stuff with no shape, but the kind that interior designers get paid way too much for.
The bedroom is interior, so there’s just one floor-to-ceiling window at the far end, away from the bed and standing by the jacuzzi. It overlooks the desert.
My dress is loose, and Knox shimmies it down. I hadn’t exactly planned on this, so I skipped a bra. Now, I’m in heels and black lace underwear. Houston lets out a low whistle, and I glance over at him.
He’s prepped the bed. It’s huge, and the crisp white covers are turned down. There are glasses of water on the side tables. And candles. The big man really thought of everything.
He’s also standing there in blue silk boxers and a purely male smile. The man is a tall wall of muscle in his own right, big and smooth. “Salem, let the girl breathe.”
But Salem presses himself against me from behind. “Now why would I do that?” His hand snakes around me, coming to rest on my throat. Possessive, not pressure. He tips my head gently to the side, then slowly licks up the exposed skin.
There is no silencing the moan that escapes me.
Knox steps in front of me, somehow already shirtless. He wasn’t a second ago, but these men move fast. His chest and arms are covered in muscles and tattoos. No body hair—makes sense, I guess. Rumor has it that he’s half Choctaw.
He traces lines from my shoulders down to my breasts with his fingertips, then cups me there with both hands. So warm. So sensitive. I try to bring myself closer to his touch, but Salem’s hold on my throat means I can’t budge.
Knox improvises by running his tongue between the valley of my tits as he kneels. When he gets eye level with my panties, his fingers wrap around the sides. “Last chance to turn back.”
“I want this,” I whisper. “I need it.”
“Good girl,” Salem growls in my ear.
Knox pulls down my underwear and pauses, taking in the sight of me.
I step out of them, and as I do, he snatches my leg to lift it over his shoulder.
I’d tumble, if Salem didn’t support me from behind.
Before I can even react to being off-balance, Knox shoves his face against my pussy, his tongue ready.
My brain shorts out, and I gasp loudly. Then it all happens so fast. Salem’s fingers tweak my nipples while I lean back on him. He matches Knox’s pace on my clit until I’m pulsing and squirming.
Across the room from us by the bed, Houston’s cock is in his hand—boxers are gone—and his eyes are glued to me. “You like that, don’t you, precious? Having two men on you. Taking all that pleasure at once.”
I’m riding Knox’s face, still off-balance, still ready to come when Salem growls, “He asked you a question, angel. Answer him, or I’ll stop—”
“Yes!” I chirp.
“Good girl.” He keeps going. All of them do.
Knox’s fingers slide up my wet inner thigh until he reaches my pussy.
He doesn’t enter. It’s more insidious than that.
His fingertips lightly touch me on the outside while he acts like he’s never eaten in his life.
My brain can’t keep up, and then, a finger breaches, and I come all over him, moaning like a madwoman.
Salem scoops me up into his arms, and my heels fall off on the way to the bed.
It’s soft, but bouncy, thanks to him dropping me a little higher than I expected.
I laugh from the surprise of it, but then Houston is there next to me.
His deep green eyes capture me as he brushes some of my hair from my face. “So beautiful. Open up, precious.”
I part my lips, and his finger slips between them. I’m distracted from waiting for his next command when someone separates my legs. Before I can look down, though, Houston says, “No. You’re with me now. Suck.”
My cheeks hollow at the order, taking him that way. His grunt is palpable, but other fingers—lower fingers—press their way into me, and I’m still throbbing from that first orgasm, so this time, it’s more intense. But I don’t look down. That seems to be his rule.
“That’s it, precious. I’m done waiting.” He pulls his finger from my mouth and rolls onto me. Whoever was down there moved out of his way. His hard cock thumps against my hip. “Question is, can you handle all of us?”
“What do you mean?”
“Can you handle being spit-roasted and taking one up that stunning ass of yours?”
I take a quick breath. “I don’t know.”
“What limits are we working with, angel?” Salem asks. I hadn’t realized he was perched on the pillows by my head. “We are a creative bunch, and I’d hate to overstep. If I were to grab your gorgeous throat again and shove my cock in there, would you like that, or is that off-limits?”
I swallow. “I want that.”
“And if I did that while Houston buried his cock in your sweet pussy?”
Houston’s fingers wedge into me, by means of illustration. “Like this, but much, much bigger, precious.”
I can’t stop riding against him. Feels too good. Thick, thick fingers. Two, at least. “Yes!”
Knox’s hand hooks over my thigh, then dips below Houston’s fingers, just breaching the rim of my ass. It feels…different. Not bad, but strange enough to make me gasp all over again. “And if one of us gets a shot right here and we take it, do you want that?”
My head is foggy. I feel too good on them. Those talented fingers. “I want everything!”
“That’s a good girl,” Salem says like he’s coaxing a spooked horse. He kisses my forehead, then dips back.
Knox pulls away too, right as Houston parts my legs wide. He presses his forehead to mine, his huge body covering me. His cock lays on top of my clit, and he thrusts through my wetness, sparking my fire. When I try to angle myself to take him, though, he pauses. “Birth control?”
“Pill.”
“Condoms?”
“Don’t need them. I need you to fuck me right the fuck now!”
Houston rasps out a laugh, then shoves in halfway. My back arches from the pleasure of it, just as he reaches beneath us and rolls over, taking me with him.
I’m on top now, mindlessly working myself down his length. His girth stretches me, and it’s hard not to lose my mind right now. He cocks his hips up when I buck. His arms are beneath his head—he’s enjoying the show. “Greedy, precious. You need all that cock in you?”
“Yes!”
He laughs. “Yeah, you do.” He grabs my hips and slams me down all the way on him, and my whole body is hit by the shock of it. Almost enough to make me come again.
But then Salem appears, one foot on either side of Houston’s torso, his cock aimed for my mouth.
He’s pierced there too. Well, at the base.
He takes a fist of my hair like a handle to pull me onto him, and I choke at first. “You look so pretty like that—your mouth full of me, cheeks red.” He pulls back a little to let me breathe. “Show me what you can do, angel.”
I suck him down, running my tongue along the underside, the head, the shaft. But then Houston thrusts up again, distracting me. Between his cock hitting my G-spot, his pubic bone grinding on my clit, and Salem’s cock cutting off my air with every thrust, I’m lit up. One more—
A finger skates down my spine, ending at my ass. Knox’s body heat covers my back as he closes in. His finger is wet—lube, I hope—and he runs circles around my hole. Another finger scoots up, joining Houston in my pussy.
So fucking full. And we’re not there yet.
“I think she can do a lot, Salem,” Knox says, voice low. “We’re about to find out.”
“Don’t go easy on her,” Salem grunts. “She can take it.” The head of his cock presses into my throat, and it’s all I can do to breathe. Still haven’t reached the piercing at the base.
But then there’s Knox. Right there.
When he swaps his finger for his dick, it’s too much. My fingernails dig into Salem’s hips, and I didn’t even know I had grabbed him. Jagged sounds flood from my lungs out of my body, curses pour around Salem’s cock in my mouth, tears stream, and then, Knox is in.
And I’m out. Out of my body, mind, and soul. It hits, and something else takes over. I’m coming so hard I see stars. Can’t breathe. Heat pours through me. I barely hear them until their sharp curses fill the air.
“Fuck, she’s coming on me!”
“Teeth! No, wait, fuck, keep going!”
“Sonofabitch,” Knox snarls behind me.
Another orgasm takes me to some other realm, and I’m so blissed out that I don’t know up from down. Then, the world is shaking. Earthquake? No—they don’t notice it. Until they do.
Strong fingers poke at the sides of my jaw, forcing my mouth open. Salem crouches to my side. “Damn, angel. I never…fuck.” He kisses me, irrespective of his cum in my mouth. Or maybe he likes it.
Houston gentles me off of him. I don’t know when Knox pulled away, but I hear him in the bathroom. The other two sandwich me between them, warm and safe. Houston holds a glass of water to my lips. Thank god. I never could have done that for myself. Not after that.
Salem spoons me and murmurs, “You’ve got a bite like a goddamn pit bull.”
I giggle. Can’t help it. “Sorry?”
“Nah, I liked it. Spicy.”
I snort a laugh at that and snuggle into them, trying not to think. They make it easy not to.