Chapter 10 #2
“Mine, baby,” I reply, just as he pulls back a little, creating enough space between our bodies to allow him to fumble at the waistband of my shorts.
Understanding hits me and I do the same, pulling his shorts down his hips and over his gorgeously round, toned ass.
We shift until our erections are in line with one another, our balls brushing together and it sends a wave of electrifying heat straight through me.
I grip both our cocks with one hand, the other holding his shoulder as our gazes lock on our connection.
I start to pump slowly. The water only adds to how good he feels against me and I want more.
I gaze up at him. His lips are parted as he watches, captivated by each pump of my fist with lust and anticipation swimming in his eyes.
My balls are fucking throbbing for him. I love it when we're like this. We’re both hard as fucking stone and I don’t know how much more of this teasing I can take. I need inside him, swimming pool be damned.
A sharp gasp cuts through the sound of sloshing water, and Beau’s head snaps to my left.
I follow his line of sight and see Jovi standing frozen by the pool, a tray of smoothies or something in her hands.
I blink away the water droplets, noticing her mortified expression when she realizes what we're doing. Her gaze drops to where my and Beau’s bodies are connected and when she sees it, she doesn't move. She just watches us, a searing rush of heat burning in her gaze. Something curious and undeniable is written within her shocked expression, but it only encourages me. My fist pumps our cocks faster. My movements are even more desperate now that we have an audience, and Beau’s breathing grows uneven.
His chest rises and falls rapidly from the pleasure I'm giving him, but still, his eyes remain locked on her. Jovi’s lips part slightly, a soft, silent exhale slipping free and I swear her fucking eyes darken.
“Will you look at that, Beau,” I murmur, my voice teasing.
“It seems our princess likes the view.” Her breath catches instantly and I don't miss the way she presses her thighs together, almost unconsciously with each of my words.
Her hazel eyes flutter for a split second, her hands white-knuckling the tray she's holding and it's almost like she's torn between temptation and escape. Desire and self-preservation.
Come on, baby. Come play with us.
“Fuck!” Beau moans and I chuckle lightly, my cock hardening even more as Jovi drags her lower lip between her teeth, a silent confession of the storm raging behind her eyes.
Fuck she's beautiful. Even more than she was back in high school.
She's all curves and sunshine now and if she doesn't walk away soon, she's going to learn just how fucking badly we’re affected by her.
“You like that, don't you?” I tease softly.
Neither one of them knows who I'm talking to, which is half the thrill. But I catch Beau nodding in my periphery. I look over to see his jaw locked tight, and it only makes me pump our cocks harder. “You like watching him come undone for you, Princess?” I say, lifting my gaze to meet hers. She takes a step closer, a little shaky, the heat of the moment and what we’re doing enveloping us.
I can feel her eyes crawling over my skin, the same way they did yesterday, and it sets my every nerve on fucking fire.
I had only surmised her attraction before, but now, there’s no way she can deny it. The want, the raw fucking hunger is written all over her face as she gazes down at our cocks in my hand.
She wants us. At the very least, she’s intrigued and that's something I can work with.
If this unspoken thing between us has any chance of evolving beyond our own minds, I'm going to be the one to make it happen.
To bring whatever we're feeling to the surface.
Because let's face it. Beau and West are too damn hesitant or pig-headed to do anything about it.
Something wicked in me decides to test her.
If she’s anything like West, she’s holding onto her self-control with every bit of strength she has, but I'll be the one to guide her.
To show her that it's okay to let go. Because underneath all the bullshit, I know that’s what everyone here wants. What I want.
What's the worst that can happen? She says no and walks away? At least then we’ll know. That look in her eyes, paired with the fact that she hasn't left yet, tells me everything I need to know. She's not sure what this is, but she wants it anyway. She just needs a little push.
They all do.
“Put the tray down, baby,” I say, my voice lower as I slow my pace, not wanting this moment to end just yet.
Beau whimpers in protest, but he can wait.
Her brows furrow slightly before she searches for somewhere to place the drinks.
I watch as she sets the tray down, then turns back around to face us.
“That’s a good girl. Now, come a little closer. ”
Would you fucking believe it, she does. God, I fucking knew it. Slowly, she nears the edge of the pool, a little nervous, but her eyes betray her. She might look like the innocent girl next door, but there’s a fucking seductive tempest raging inside this woman, desperately waiting to be set free.
“Holyfuckingchrist,” Beau mumbles in disbelief, his cock jerking with each lazy stroke of my hand. For fuck’s sake. He and West are such pussies sometimes.
Can’t they see what I see?
Well, maybe they do, but they’re just too damn scared to act on it.
Jovi Stone isn't what she seems. She's so much deeper than anyone realizes.
I can't believe I didn't see it before. It's no wonder she was never interested in a relationship back then.
Yeah, she was with Theo recently, but that didn't work.
For many reasons, I'm sure. My guess? She hadn’t found the right kind of love yet.
I see it in her eyes. The spark of curiosity, the silent understanding.
She's telling me everything without saying a single word.
She wants something different. Something that can't be boxed or labeled, which sounds oddly familiar.
That's how things were with Beau and me before West came along, and when he did, everything sort of…
fell into place. No matter how hard the world tries to shove their agendas down our throats, love is love, man.
It existed before we did, and it'll exist long after we're all gone.
I narrow my gaze on her, tilting my head slightly. Studying her.
“Haze…” Beau breathes out.
“I know, babe,” I reassure him quietly, because I can hear the nervousness in his voice.
I glance over at him and smile. He’s probably thinking he’s died and gone to heaven right now because the woman of our dreams is right here, watching me fist our hard cocks.
And the best part? She fucking likes it.
“Why don’t you sit down over here, baby?
” I say, my gaze now locked on our girl.
After a beat, she closes her eyes and mumbles something unintelligible under her breath before she does as she’s told.
Well, I didn’t think we’d get this far, but here we fucking are.
I won’t complain about it because, fuck… It's her.
“Tell me, Jovi,” I murmur, my voice low, letting the tension hang in the air around us as she walks over.
Beau’s jaw slackens, his eyes widening in disbelief and he leans further back against the pool’s edge, watching Jovi close the distance between us.
She perches herself on the pool’s steps beside Beau and me and I’ll be damned.
She’s so close I could reach out and touch her if I wanted.
And fuck, part of me wants to. Her feet skim the water, sending little ripples that catch the morning sunlight and it’s almost cruel how fucking beautiful she is right now.
She’s wearing a short summer dress dotted with a bunch of little white daisies, looking every bit like the angel she really isn’t.
No. She’s far from innocent. Either that, or she’s the world’s best actress.
I highly doubt she's acting, though. Jovi has never been the type to pretend. She’s always been unapologetically herself and that’s one of the reasons we liked—like her.
And Beau, well, he’s borderline obsessed.
“Do you like what you see?” Beau’s legs grip tighter around me, as if he’s bracing himself for her rejection. I remove my hand from his shoulder, down to his chest, gently placing my palm over his racing heart.
I've got you, babe.
Jovi’s eyes bounce between mine and Beau’s before returning to where our bodies meet. She nods in response.
“Baby, I'm gonna need to hear you say the words,” I murmur, needing to coax her out of her comfortable little shell.
“Y-yes,” she says, her voice soft and delicate, like a fucking songbird.
“Yes, what?” I add, because she needs to know who she's dealing with.
“Yes, Haze. I-I like what I see.” Beau’s cock jerks when she says my name and fuck, I get it. I don't think I've ever heard her say it before now. And God, I want to hear her scream it when I fuck her perfect little ass.
“Good girl.” She blinks, lashes fluttering with my words, and a slow smile curls across my face.
“Did you see that, Beau, baby?” I tease, and he looks to me, then back to Jovi, a little confused.
Before he speaks, I continue. “Our girl likes a little praise.
Don't you, Jovi?” The look on her face right now is fucking mesmerizing.
Heat pricks her cheeks and she looks like she doesn't know whether she wants to dive in the middle of Beau and me or run for the fucking hills.
I vote for the first option.
“Tell us what you want to see, baby. Stop hiding from us. It's just us here. No one else,” I say, still lazily stroking our erections. Beau shoots me a look that warns me not to scare her off, but I won't. I shoot him one that tells him to relax because he really fucking needs to.
“I want…” I give her a minute. She has the floor right now and there's no fucking way I'm interrupting.
Jovi is about to tell us what she wants to see the most and goddamn, I might be having a stroke.
Here I am silently conveying to Beau to chill the fuck out, when I'm over here just as…
Well, I don't know what I am. I'm going to go with ‘overly excited’.
“I want to watch you…” She pauses, and when she doesn't say anything, I decide to help her out a little.
“You want me to fuck him, Princess?” I say, my tone knowing and teasing. “You want to watch me take his ass?” Her lips part slightly before her wide eyes meet mine. She nods. “Use your words, baby.”
“Uhh...” She clears her throat. “Yes. I want to watch you… fuck.”
“What do you say, Beau? Think we can give our girl what she wants?”
“Fuck yes,” he says, looking all fragile and cute with that awestruck stare he's got going on.
“What are you going to give us for it?” I ask, which causes Beau’s body to stiffen.
Jovi might be all in to watch, but I want to see just how far she's willing to go, how much she's willing to give.
I'm curious. Just when I think she's going to bail, she quirks a brow.
That innocent, invisible mask she was wearing is completely thrown to the fucking wayside as she squares me with a determined look. Atta girl.
“What do you want, Haze?” Her voice is a little more sure than before and fuck if it doesn't make my balls ache. This woman is going to ruin me, I know it.
“Well, fair’s fair. You’ve seen us, now it's your turn.” I wait for her to shut me down.
To back out of whatever trance we’re in because I know I'm walking a fucking tight rope when it comes to her.
I also know that the guys won't ever forgive me if I fuck this up.
I'm running on nothing but pure instinct right now, and I pray to the fucking sea it doesn't backfire.
“You want me to show you… something?” Jovi finally says, her confidence rising to the surface.
Before I can respond, she leans back, then ever so slowly, she parts her legs, lifting her dress, her fingers moving tentatively across her skin.
Jovi is fucking teasing us and she knows it and fuck if she isn’t hot right now.
Then, I’m met with the most exquisite, mouth-watering view of her white lace panties.
Kill. Me. Dead.
Her pussy is visible through the intricate, sheer fabric, and I audibly gulp.
My mouth is suddenly dry as fuck, and I am not so sure Beau is even breathing.
My eyes drag from the spot between her parted thighs, and up to meet her eyes.
She’s staring down at Beau and me, nothing but fierce determination etched across her beautiful face.
Like she’s silently daring us to test her.
To see how far she’s willing to go. Hell, I’m not backing down.
She’s going to have to put her money where her mouth is and show us just how bold she really is, because Beau and I don’t do anything halfway.
We thrive on fire and on heat, and the air between us is fucking simmering right now. Your move, Princess.
“Well?” she says, her voice all seductive and mocking as she trails a hand across her chest, down her stomach, then to her lace covered pussy, Beau and my eyes glued to each of her unhurried movements.
She starts gliding her fingers up and down the fabric, and a whimper escapes me despite myself.
Not sure where that came from, but I’m too far gone to care.
“Are you going to give me a show, or am I the only player in this game?”