Chapter 24
REN
Time stood still.
Confusion warred with shock as I searched Oliver’s face, taking in the distress that washed over his delicate features.
His wide brown eyes were clouded with emotional agony.
I didn’t understand. Yet seeing him like this took its toll on my heart, my ribs squeezing at the fragile organ until I thought it would snuff the life out of me.
It fucking hurt. The crevice of my chest hollowed until I was breathless.
“What are you talking about?” I raised my hand toward him, but he flinched away. Motherfucker, I felt like the biggest asshole to ever exist. What had I done?
KC gave me an incredulous stare, asking me silently what had happened, but I had no answers for him, either.
“Kitten, I don’t understand,” I whispered.
“You’re lying.” Tears flooded his eyes and his lips wobbled, turmoil blazing in his irises. “You have to be doing this on purpose.”
“Oli, we don’t know what’s going on.” KC caressed his thumb over Oliver’s wrist, begging our boyfriend with a look. “Ren doesn’t know what he did. Tell us.”
Oliver’s gaze flicked between us, searching, like we were messing with him, and I hated that he thought we’d do that. Hurt him in that way. Finally, he exhaled shakily. “Why are you being so fucking gentle with me?”
I winced. When Oliver swore, he was really mad or frustrated, but his words came with more than surprise over his cursing. This was what he was upset about?
Fuck.
I thought I was doing the right thing for him.
“I was too rough for your first time. I didn’t want—”
“Well, I want,” Oliver hissed. “When you lost control, against the car, in Black Out, it was perfect. That’s what I want.
” His attention shot to KC, angry and begging at the same time.
“I love it rough. I don’t want soft. I won’t shatter if you knock me around.
I have my safe word if I want out of it, but I don’t.
I fucking don’t. So, bend me, break me, fuck me like you mean it.
Both of you.” His chest heaved and he took a step back, straightening his shoulders.
“Give me your cocks hard and fast and let me feel you for weeks. I want to permanently feel you in my ass.”
Holy fucking hell. My cock jerked as his words permeated my brain. “I was being too rough with you.”
“Bullshit.” He glowered at me. “I didn’t tell you I was a virgin for that reason.
I wanted both of you, exactly how I got you.
I thought—I thought you didn’t need me anymore because you were being too gentle.
I thought—” His chest heaved. Tears leaked from his eyes and he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over his feet.
He scrubbed his hands over his cheeks, a sob wrenching from deep in his chest. Panic etched into his face.
I shot up, and KC and I crowded Oliver, wrapping him in our arms. I smothered him with kisses on his cheek and was relieved when he didn’t shove me away like I’d expected. He relaxed under my touch, releasing a stuttering breath.
“Fuck, Kitten.” I grasped his chin and jerked his head toward me, and he hissed in a delicious way.
His tears glittered against his skin, and my cock jerked at the sight he made. My tongue flicked out to lick away one of his tears and the saltiness burst on my taste buds. A zap of pleasure shot through me, a flash of need so hot my blood skipped past heated and right to boiling.
There was something magnetic about seeing him cry when we were about to get down and dirty. I should’ve felt bad for making him hurt, and I did on some level. The anger and pain had settled into something more heated, and the tension went from hurt to lust-charged.
“Look at you,” I growled, taking in his shiver as more tears escaped, trailing down flushed skin. “So fucking perfect when you cry.”
KC’s gaze rose to meet mine and he tilted his head toward the bedroom. I winked, and he took it as a sign to kiss Oliver roughly, their lips meeting in a high-intensity dance that was so sexy a shockwave exploded inside me.
Alone, they were enticing. Together, they were the cause for obsession. There was no way I could resist them even if I wanted to—which I fucking did not. I could die, in this very spot, and I’d be the happiest man who ever existed.
“You know, I’m not very happy you didn’t speak up earlier.” I stepped backward toward the bedroom as KC led Oliver in the same direction. He blinked and more tears slid free, streaking his flushed cheeks. My cock twitched again.
“I thought you were torturing me,” he murmured, pouting. “I thought—”
“Why would we do that?” I tsked.
We reached the bedroom and I opened the door.
Inside was warm enough. The heater was running nonstop, but the windows were being battered by snow and wind so hard they rattled.
The heat seemed to die the closer you got to them.
The woosh from outside sent a horrifying shiver down my spine, reminding me that people would die tonight and how lucky we were to be inside.
Safe and warm.
Together.
“I’m sorry. I thought . . . .” He exhaled a long, deep breath. “You were too gentle and I thought you were fucking with me.”
“We wouldn’t do that without your knowledge.
” KC breathed out the words more than said them.
His desperation was inked into every syllable that left his pretty pink lips.
The confusion over how Oliver could believe we would hurt him edged his tone.
It was a reminder that we were all fighting our own battles.
Oliver expected to be left out. Forgotten.
I’d failed. I’d fucking failed him because if I hadn’t, he would never have thought we’d do that to him.
Never again. I promised myself, and him and KC, I’d never fail them again.
From now on, both would be worshiped to the best of my ability.
If I felt like changing our dynamic, I’d talk to them first. I refused to let Oliver or KC ever feel this way again.
I strode to the bed, stripping as I went until I was buck naked and my half-hard cock slapped against my thighs as I walked.
I sat on the edge of the mattress and spread my legs, grinning.
“Both of you, get rid of those clothes. And Kitten, come lie on my lap. If you want pain, I’ll give it to you because you deserve a spanking. ”
“Why?” The word came out as a whine and his pupils blew wide. I tracked his movements as he slid off his clothes, and we both stopped to stare at KC doing the same.
How did I manage to get not one, but two hot boyfriends? I had to be the luckiest motherfucker in this country. No one could tell me they had better partners than these two.
“You know why. You should’ve talked to us sooner. We all promised to work on communication.” I patted my thigh. “Now come here and put your hot little ass in the air for me and Kansas.”
Oliver trembled and I didn’t miss the way lust blazed heavy in his eyes.
The tips of his fingers danced over his abs and headed south, but one disapproving sound from me and he dropped his hand lightning fast to let it hang at his side.
He stepped forward tentatively, long lashes fluttering against his cheek as he smoldered at me from under them.
Molten need fired up the heat in my veins until my fingers went all tingly. Goddamn, I had two very hot boyfriends.
I gave KC a nod and words weren’t needed.
KC scooped up Oliver as though he weighed nothing, and Oliver let out an indignant squeal that I was permanently slotting into my long-term memory because, while it wasn’t sexy, there was something invigorating about it.
I wanted to unravel Oliver’s control, and I wanted to remember each sound for the rest of my life, even when I was old and gray and on my deathbed.
KC planted Oliver over my lap, face down and ass up, and I laid my arm over his lower back to keep him there. Oliver wriggled, but he made no real attempt to run away. His hard cock nudged my leg, and I used it to fuel his punishment.
“Do you know your safe word?” I asked. It didn’t matter that he’d used it earlier. I needed to remind him it was there.
“Yeah, I do.” His fingers dug into my thighs, nails biting the skin with a zap of delicious pain.
“Tell me why you’re over my lap, Kitten.
” I tickled my fingers across his left cheek as KC went to his knees in front of us.
He spat in his palm and reached between my legs, under Oliver, to stroke my cock.
I breathed out roughly through my nose as my gaze met his, and he grinned wickedly.
This was partly for my pleasure, partly to torture Oliver.
“Because I didn’t tell you how I was feeling,” he whispered with conviction. “I fucked up.”
“No,” KC said before I could speak. “You didn’t fuck up, but you didn’t lean on us when you should’ve.”
Which was a bit hypocritical coming from me and KC.
We all had issues talking to each other, and so we needed to get better at it.
We were learning as we went. I knew jack shit about being with someone the right way, but I would do what I could to keep these two, even if it meant spilling my figurative guts out in front of them.
“How many smacks do you think he deserves, Kansas?” I spread my legs, giving KC more room to work my shaft.
Pleasure coiled low in my balls as his fingers tightened around my length.
His fist was solid and strong, and he squeezed me with the perfect amount of pressure to send my endorphins catapulting.
“Five.” KC paused and watched Oliver, who whimpered pleadingly. “Hmm. Ten?” Another whimper earned a laugh from KC. “Twenty. Definitely twenty.”
Excitement zipped straight down my spine and desire pooled in my stomach.
“Twenty it is.” I circled my hand across Oliver’s asscheeks, and he stilled. Waiting. I didn’t strike. Not yet. If he wanted the sting of pain, I’d give it to him, but not when he expected it. I wanted to drag this fun out. Our kitten mewled in the prettiest way when he was ready to be fucked.