Chapter 97
BELLA
Song- Too Sweet, Hozier
While they’re busy getting the cookies out of the oven and plating them up, I go out the back for my costume change.
Lingerie off. Pink apron on. I clean up my makeup and run my fingers through my hair and head back in.
I can’t help but admire my view as I walk back in. Their toned asses as they pile up the cookies. A sweet, sweet dream.
I clear my throat, watching their jaws drop open when they see me.
“Wow,” Reggie breathes out.
“Decided to join us on our new fashion adventure?” Rowan teases.
“Yeah. I thought maybe you both deserved a treat for your hard work.” I wink, heading over, assessing their creations.
Somehow Rowan’s are half burnt on one side. Reggie’s, however, look perfectly shaped, perfectly baked.
“Mmm, they look tasty,” I tell them, purposely licking my lips.
“Yeah? I’m looking at something else tasty,” Rowan mutters, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter.
I pick up one of his baked goods, running my tongue seductively along it, and take a small bite. It’s so fucking dry, I hold back my cough as I try to swallow it.
“Nice,” I croak.
Reggie bites back a grin, watching me; he knows exactly how that went. So I grab one of his.
“Pretty on the outside, but is it as good on the inside?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.
“To you I hope it’s good enough inside.”
He’s right—it’s incredible. Sweet, soft, and maddeningly good. Like everything he does, deliberate and impossible to forget.
I swallow, licking my lips. “You know what both cookies are missing?”
They exchange a wary look.
“Don’t know, baby. What are they missing?” Reggie says.
I grin, stepping between them, running my hands along their chests.
“Drizzle,” I say, deadpan.
And then I drop to my knees.
“Bella,” Rowan warns.
I look up at him with a sweet smile.
“Yes, rockstar?”
I tie my hair up in a ponytail, while they both look at me in stunned silence.
“Are you asking us to cum all over our cookies?” Reggie asks, unamused.
I’m doing everything I can to keep a straight face.
“Yes. And then eat them.”
Their faces drop in horror, and I erupt into laughter, slapping Reggie’s thigh.
“Oh, my god. I should have taken a picture. Your faces. Fuck,” I wheeze.
They both laugh with me, and my heart is full.
When I catch my breath, I run my hands up their thighs.
“I was joking about that. But my palate does need cleansing after eating those cookies, if you would like to assist me?” I look up at them through my lashes.
They strip off their aprons in record speed, tossing them to the floor.
The light catches Rowan’s piercings and I shuffle towards him, running my tongue along them before taking him in my mouth.
Rowan’s fingers tangle in my ponytail, and I reach out, wrapping my hand around Reggie’s huge cock, stroking him as I let Rowan fuck my mouth.
They’re both groaning as I look after them.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Reggie grunts, stroking my face.
I look up at him, and that dark hunger fuels me. So with one final lick along Rowan’s shaft, I lean over, taking Reggie in my mouth.
“Oh, that’s my fuckin’ good girl. Our filthy little whore isn’t satisfied having her mouth fucked by one dick, is she?”
I shake my head as he holds my head in place and thrusts into the back of my throat, making me gag around him.
“Look at her tears, brother. All for us.”
I glance at Rowan, who is now getting himself off, watching me fiercely. Like I’m the hottest sight he’s ever seen.
“She’s fuckin’ perfect. Punish her for making us play these games,” Rowan tells Reggie with a smirk.
Reggie ups the pace and then tugs me off him by my ponytail. I heave for air, but then Rowan takes over. His cock slipping between my lips.
“You like that, don’t you? Being used, being worshipped, and everything in between,” Rowan grits out.
I nod, ignoring the tears falling down my face.
“You want me to come all down your throat, precious?” he grunts.
I plead with my eyes. Trying to nod.
“Good fuckin’ girl.” He strokes my cheek, wiping away the tears.
And then he shouts out my name, filling my throat, forcing me to swallow every single drop.
I suck him clean and then sit back, wiping my lips with my finger, turning my attention straight to Reggie.
“Which hole are you going to fill up, Irish?” I ask, my voice hoarse.
“I have a choice now?”
I grin. “You always had control over me. We both know that.”
A darkness flashes in his eyes as he picks me up and bends me over the counter. He steps behind me, pushing down on my back to hold me still as he thrusts inside.
Rowan is beside us, wrapping his hand around my throat. Watching me intently.
“You gonna let my brother come inside you? Huh?” Rowan asks.
Reggie slams inside me with no remorse, and I cry out.
“Fuck!” I scream.
I close my eyes and Rowan squeezes my throat hard.
“Eyes on me. Look at me while my brother fucks your tight little cunt. Be a good girl now,” Rowan orders.
And I do. I never break the contact as Reggie brings me to the edge of sanity.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Rowan leans in and whispers.
“Y-yes.”
Rowan trails his hand along my side, pinching my nipple piercing, making me scream like I’m feral.
“Now, Bella. Fuckin’ come for me,” Reggie roars.
And I break. I shatter into a million pieces beneath both of their touches.
Feeling Reggie control me. Rowan locking my gaze. Marking me as theirs.
I let my orgasm rock through me, through every nerve, every cell. My heartbeat pounding in my ears, my head fuzzy.
I can’t see straight, and I don’t care.
They’ll always look after me. Rowan’s lips crash over mine, and I ride it out as Reggie spills inside me.
It’s messy. It’s beautiful. And it’s ours.
This is an impossible choice.
One I don’t think I could make. I’m not letting either of them go.
Rowan and Reggie are both mine. Now and forever.
Reggie’s arm loops around my waist, and Reggie’s hand finds my shoulder, grounding me between them.
“This is an impossible choice,” I whisper, half to myself.
Rowan presses his forehead to mine. “Maybe it’s not one you need to make.”