Chapter 11 #2
Women don’t usually stay. Not really. I mean, sure, having more than one boyfriend is great in theory, but it hasn’t always worked out in the past. After a while, they always seem to want more.
They get jealous, or they start pulling at the seams, trying to create a rift between the guys and me.
It never fucking works and when it doesn’t, they bail.
If they want all of us, they don’t get to just change their mind and play games with our hearts like that.
They don’t just get to dip in and out like we all don’t matter equally.
West and Haze are mine. Always. So the question is, is that something Jovi would want?
Or is this just a one time experiment to her?
God, it would tear my fucking heart out if it was because damn, it’s Jovi.
But she has a choice. One she doesn’t have to make right now.
And no matter how much it would hurt if she didn’t want to pursue this, pursue us, I’ll respect it.
And I’ll carry this beautiful memory with me everywhere I go.
Water splashes around us, the sound of skin meeting wet skin echoing through the air.
Haze and I are both locked on her, unable to look away as her gaze drops to where our bodies connect, her attention drawn in completely.
Then, I glance to the side. West is staring.
Hard. The look in his eyes right now is almost dangerous.
Equal parts pissed and raging with heat.
“Ugh… Haze!” I say on a moan, my fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as he fucks me. His movements become rabid, quickening his pace.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he says through jagged breaths, pumping into me harder now.
My stomach tingles as he thrusts and thrusts, my cock leaking pre-cum all over his abs, coating both of our heated bodies.
My hair sticks to my skin, half from the pool, half from sweat, as we move together as one.
“Fuck! You should feel his cock, Babydoll. He’s so fucking big and thick. Please, Haze, I need you!” I don’t even know what I’m fucking saying as I climb higher and higher with each buck of Haze’s hips.
“Finger your pussy, baby,” Haze murmurs, and I watch, totally spellbound as Jovi slides a finger into her tight hole.
Haze almost fucking loses it. “Godfuckingdammit!” he breathes out, fucking me raw, filling my ass with his hard length, not once taking his eyes off her.
“That’s it. Such a good fucking girl for us, aren’t you, Jovi?
” he says, but it sounds more like a growl, his fingers digging into my ass.
It’s such a visceral feeling. Getting fucked by the love of my life while the woman I’ve had a crush on for years fingers herself, getting off on watching us come undone.
“Oh my. I need to feel you. I need all of you to fill me,” she whines, fucking her pussy harder, the sound of her wet arousal merging with our own, driving us higher and higher, unstoppable at this point.
“Yeah? You want us to fuck you, baby?” I moan, my breathing labored. “Want us to coat your pretty little cunt with our cum?”
“So fucking bad. I’m dripping for you!”
“Who knew she’d have such a dirty mouth?” Haze says, his cock plunging deeper into me. Yeah, I’m gonna need him to come because I don’t think I can hold out much longer.
“Is this what you’ve been hiding from us, Babydoll? Are we your secret fantasy?”
“Uh-huh. I’ve wanted you both for y-years!
Oh my God, Beau… Haze… I’m coming!” Fuck me dead.
Without even touching myself, my cock jerks, my balls tightening against Haze’s as they slap against me.
A low, simmering fire ignites in my stomach, making it impossible to hold back.
Hot spurts of cum coat both our bodies and I feel my every muscle drawing tighter and tighter as Haze pumps once, twice, three times before he leans in closer, filling my ass with his own release, following me over the edge. Well, that hasn’t happened in a while.
Haze holds me close, his forehead resting against mine, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He’s not ready for this moment to be over yet. Neither am I. Because… What happens now? Is this the part where she walks away, tells us she’s made a big mistake and moves on as if nothing happened between us?
My vision clears, the sound of all three of our rapid breaths echoing in the charged space around us as we slowly float back down to the present.
We each share a look, Haze, Jovi and me, and for a single heartbeat, nothing else exists.
Everything has changed, even if we don’t fully understand what that means yet.
We don’t really know each other, not entirely.
But does that even matter when you can see exactly what the other wants?
Jovi fixes her dress, smoothing the fabric down over her legs, now closed.
I search her face for any sign of regret or embarrassment.
Anything. I need to know what she’s thinking.
I need to know if she’s reconsidering what just happened between us.
I can handle it. I think. But when her hazel eyes meet mine, there’s nothing.
Just that teasing smirk as she glances between the two of us, her cheeks still flushed from our shared high.
I’m no mind reader, but I swear. That’s the look of a woman who wants more.
Oh, Babydoll. There’s plenty more where that came from.
Then her gaze flicks over to West and when their eyes meet, he rises silently, moving through the house door without a word, without even a backward glance.
He could have left. He didn’t have to sit there and watch what we did, but he chose to anyway because he’s a greedy bastard.
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. That connection he’s denying, the one he has with our girl is still there.
As the door slams behind him, he leaves us with one undeniable truth.
Now that we’ve all crossed a line, there’s no going back and our lover, West, knows it.
He’s holding onto his pride… for now. And when it falters, which it will, we’ll be ready.
And when it does… Jovi won’t know what fucking hit her.