Chapter 15 WEST
WEST
CANDLELIT DINNER, AND I'M THE MAIN COURSE
This woman. She’s all but sent me to an early fucking grave every day since meeting her, but the sight of her on her knees, crawling to me, is unlike anything I've ever imagined.
“Good girl,” I praise, reaching out and tugging her bottom lip down with my thumb.
“Now fix your fucking attitude. Being a brat isn't going to get you anywhere, you got that?” She nods in response, but the mischievousness hasn't left her eyes.
She gazes up at me, and fuck, she looks perfect like this.
I remove my thumb from her mouth, then trail a path along her skin.
Once I reach the lacy fabric of her bra, I pull down the strap, exposing her perfect fucking tit, then repeat the process on the other side.
I've been dreaming about these since the other night, and they're even better now, her skin glistening in the candlelight.
“You want me to fuck you, Trouble?” I murmur, and she lets out a low moan. My cock jerks behind the fabric of my jeans, aching to show her just how good fucking her will be. “Your words, baby.”
“Oh. God. Please, West. I want it.” I chuckle, watching the way her nipples harden beneath my stare.
“Darlin’, there's no fucking God where I'm taking you.” I reach down and brush my skin over her peaked nipple, then roll it between my fingers, twisting it a little.
She responds perfectly, arching into my touch like the needy brat she is.
I step away, walking over to the dresser and retrieving a tie, then I return, gazing down at her.
“What are your limits, Jovi?” I ask, needing her to know that I'm not going to do anything she isn't comfortable with. I'm past the point of no return with her already, but I draw the line wherever she does. I'm going to hell anyway.
“I have none. Well. I wouldn't know. I’ve only ever been with—”
“Don't say it,” I cut her off. I’m not ready for our connection to be severed, and if she finishes that sentence the way I think she was going to, I couldn't go through with this. “I don't wanna hear another man's name that isn't in this room on your fucking lips again, you got that?”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I’m hard as fucking granite. I've been that way since that night on the beach. When she dry humped my cock until I came in my jeans like I was a teenage idiot all over again. Actually, I've been hard since I met her, if I'm being honest, and my cock is done fucking waiting.
Every thought I have circles back to Jovi, no matter what I do to try to stop.
To the way she gets around here in her short little summer dresses and her blonde, bouncy hair looking all doe-eyed and innocent.
To the way her wet cunt felt when she rode my fingers.
I could smell her on my skin for fucking days, and there were times I almost broke.
There were times I almost packed my shit and left this Godforsaken fucking island because there was no way I could keep my hands off her, knowing how she feels.
How her mouth tastes. The way she looks when she comes… fuck.
I walk around slowly and settle in the space behind her.
“Hands behind your back, baby,” I murmur, and she doesn't hesitate. She puts her hands behind her, and I bend down, gently restraining her wrists with one of Beau’s silk ties.
“On your feet,” I say, helping her a little as she stands.
Once she's stable, and I'm confident she won't break free, I walk back around to face her.
I stay close, my forehead almost touching hers.
“Do you trust me, Jovi?” I ask, my voice calm, which is the opposite of what I'm feeling.
She swallows, then nods, and something wild and protective ignites in me.
The same protectiveness I felt when I thought she was hurt earlier.
Before I can speak, she clears her throat, centering herself.
“I trust you.” Her surrender hits me like a fucking bullet. The chaos outside these walls is the last thing on my mind as the woman who ripped through my life like a forest fire willingly submits to me. Right now, this woman is no one else's. She's not my son’s. She’s ours.
I glance over Jovi’s shoulder to see Haze and Beau still on their knees, their eyes glued to the woman before me.
“Stand,” I tell them, my voice commanding, and they obey without hesitation.
They know better than to question me, especially after the shit they pulled.
Every nerve in the room is taut, and you could cut the tension with a knife.
I let my gaze sweep over them, slow and calculating, making sure they know who the fuck is calling the shots here.
“Strip.” My order leaves no room for argument, and they know it.
I watch closely as they remove their sweats and kick them to the side, standing there before me in all their tattooed glory.
I take a slow step forward, my eyes lingering on every bit of muscle my guys possess, loving the way their cocks twitch with each step I take. They react so perfectly to me. Right now, nothing else matters. Only them and Jovi, and this night that I'm sure none of us will forget.
“Beau, come.” He steps forward, his obedience instinctive at this point, because we all know that Beau loves to please me.
He stands before me, his bi-colored eyes trained on mine, waiting for instruction.
I tilt my head toward Jovi, and he immediately takes her restrained wrists, holding her in position.
She trusts him. She trusts all of us, and that's what has me crossing the room and back over to the dresser.
I return with another silk tie and wrap it around her head, the soft fabric acting as a blindfold.
Then, I make sure it's tight enough to block out her sight, but not too tight that it discomforts her. She was unsure if she had limits when I had questioned her before, so I’ll go easy on her this time around.
“Your senses sharpen when you lose your sight,” I explain, ensuring she knows what I'm doing and why. I watch her intently for a moment, her chest rising and falling, the tiniest shift of tension vanishing as she lets my words sink in. “Unhook her bra.” Beau does as he’s told, and my eyes widen when her bra falls away, because damn, she’s got unbelievable tits.
“Lay her on the bed.” Beau guides Jovi across the room with steady hands, and I watch as he situates her on the mattress. I follow behind, then glance over at Haze, waiting ever so patiently for me.
“Haze, baby.” I don’t need to say anything else.
He knows exactly what I want. Haze has always been the best at reading people, even more so at reading me.
Sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself.
I gesture to one of the candles, and he moves instantly, crossing the room without a word.
The flame flickers as he lifts it, casting shadows along our bodies before settling at my side.
The soft glow covers her skin, and fuck, she looks like a fucking dream like this. Like an angel who’s fallen from grace for just one reckless dance with the devil. She’s naked, save for her lace panties, and I love how patiently she waits for us to make her ours.
I glance back at Haze, his eyes fixed on Jovi’s body, and I hold back the laugh that threatens to escape.
They want her, and they didn’t even fucking hesitate to make it known to me either.
I was an idiot to think this wouldn’t eventually happen.
My guys don’t love easily, especially not Haze.
I should have known better than to think this would pass.
The feeling I see written across his face as he looks at our girl, because it’s obvious that what he feels is more than just a crush, as he’d called it.
He’s falling for her, if he hasn’t already, and Beau, well…
He’s open about almost everything, and he’s already told me he’s in love with her.
Said he doesn’t think he stopped, even after all the years between who they were then and who they are now.
“I want you to let go for me, Jovi,” I say, my voice softening without losing its authority.
I climb onto the bed behind her, the mattress dipping beneath my weight, then pull my t-shirt over my head.
“This is where you stop fighting and forget about the chaos waiting for you outside this room,” I murmur, leaning in close, letting the heat of my body press into hers.
Her scent hits me like a hit of cocaine.
Honeysuckle and coconut tangled with salt and jasmine, and it’s impossible to think of anything else than what her pussy will taste like when she sits on my face.
Drunk on her sweet, floral scent, I brush my lips lightly along her ear, tracing the sensitive flesh of her lobe with deliberate intent, letting her feel just how fucking wild she makes me. She’s captured all my damn attention, and I’m lost for how I'm supposed to let her go.
“This is where you let us take care of you, baby.” My voice drops to a whisper, humming against her soft skin, and I press my nose into the crook of her neck, letting my voice drench her senses.
Her breath stutters, and she leans back, offering herself to me.
I drop my hands to the tie around her wrists, bending the rules for a brief moment, then move them to the front of her body and re-tie them.
I lay her down on the mattress, then look over to see that my guys are impossibly hard, their eyes burning into the woman on our bed while they try their best not to touch themselves.
They wouldn’t dare to without my permission.