10. Chapter 8
I decided to work from the kitchen, the second-best view in the house.
Theo and Wylder traded looks when talking about Noah’s absence, but I tried not to worry too much. It wasn’t my business he wasn’t here. No, my business was to draw inspiration, get something done, and present it to a gallery.
My business wasn’t noticing how good Wylder looked after his morning run, or to feel butterflies when Theo came closer and praised my efforts, even though I knew it was shit.
My business wasn’t feeling a bit hollow inside because I drove Noah out of his own house.
I couldn’t understand why he hated me so much. People never hated me.
No one ever felt strongly about me, but hate was definitely a strong emotion.
I knew my parents loved me, but for a long time, I was an accessory to their lives. My mom was praised for being a mother and still working, while my dad was commended for carrying me around the world and exposing me to all cultures.
They never asked me if I wanted to know about all cultures. All I wanted to know one: ours.
I’d only been to Bolivia three times growing up. I met a few family members, but no one who really stood out. I knew Spanish the same way I knew French and Italian. My Spanish had no flavor, no heavy Bolivian accent.
I had only one thing I held dear: Diablada.
It was my third time in Bolivia when I first saw it. I was just twelve years old, and my dad’s old friend brought us to watch.
I never forgot it.
The colors, the music, the masks. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t stop asking myself why my parents traveled so far when all this was in their backyard.
Maybe I was just like them, looking at a mountain in Switzerland, wishing I connected to it.
A girl without a home, without culture, without history.
Art grounded me. Art never asked if I knew who I was or where I came from. Art never made me feel less Latina because I was denied so much of what made us. I poured my frustrations and inadequacies into art, and it always accepted me.
But now, I felt like I wasn’t enough. I was stuck looking at the walls of my studio for months until I saw the mountain for the first time. I thought it was grief, but maybe, it was something more.
“You’re very talented.”
I looked over my shoulder, and it was Theo again, a cup of coffee in his hands and a smile on his lips. He was so handsome.
I brushed it off with a wave of my hand, but he insisted, “It’s true.”
Ugh, the man was everything.
“How come you three are single?” I asked, not thinking before the words flew out of my mouth.
Theo winced, and I knew I made a mistake. Shit, I didn’t even know if they were single. Maybe they all had girlfriends. Worse—maybe they were widowers.
I tucked my chin down, bringing my hands to cover my face. “God, Theo, I’m so sorry. I don’t even know—”
He cleared his throat, obviously embarrassed by my question, but he was a good man, so he answered anyway.
“It just never happened for us.”
I removed my hand from my face and grimaced at my lack of tact. “I’m sorry. It’s just, you are so nice and gorgeous and—”
I wanted the soil to swallow me whole. After what happened with Wylder last night, I needed to keep myself in check, to make sure I don’t fall for them. I was failing miserably.
His mouth curved in a smirk. “You think I’m gorgeous?”
I groaned. “You know I was homeschooled my whole life? Random tutors across the globe. I blame my parents for my awkwardness.”
“You’re not awkward—you’re cute.”
I rolled my eyes, because cute was a puppy. Cute was your niece. Nah, I didn’t want to be cute.
I kept working a little longer, trying to ignore the flutters of butterflies anytime Theo or Wylder came around.
By the end of the day, I was exhausted and yet, I had nothing to show for it.
“Maybe you need a better view.”
I turned around to find Wylder there, smiling of course, like we shared a secret. And we did.
“I won’t risk upsetting Noah,” I said, avoiding looking directly at him.
Last night, I had my legs around him. Our noses brushed, and the cold didn’t bother me. Cold always bothered me, but it was like this whole damn thing was magical.
“Noah isn’t here.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, looking his way for the first time. “Do you always try to challenge him?”
He lifted a shoulder, “Whenever I can.”
“I don’t challenge anything. You said he always keeps it locked. Chances are… it’s locked.”
“You should try it.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but Theo waltzed into the kitchen. “Pizza everyone?” My stomach growled, and Theo smiled. “I guess it’s a yes.”
I gathered my supplies as I nodded. “I forgot to eat.”
“You can’t do that.” Theo frowned.
“I just…” I blew a raspberry. “All I could think about is the mountain, and now that it’s here…”
“You don’t know what to do with it?” Theo nodded.
“Yeah. Something like that.”
He chuckled. “You and Noah have more in common than you know.”
He acted like I was avoiding Noah too, but I shrugged and offered nothing. Theo ordered the pizza after I said I’d eat anything, and I ran upstairs for a shower.
It was only my first official day here. I had time, but all I could feel was dread.
What if nothing came from this? What if I came all the way to Switzerland, and I was still as uninspired as I was before?
I threw a t-shirt on, not worrying about a bra—perks of small boobs— and leggings. My hair was still damp, and I didn’t care enough to blow dry it, so I just gathered it away from my face in a bun on top of my head.
By the time I made it downstairs, the pizza had arrived, and the boys were grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge.
“One for me too,” I requested.
Wylder handled our drinks, bringing everything into the living room as Theo grabbed the pizza boxes, and I followed them.
“Just cheese? Pepperoni?” Wylder asked.
“One each. I’m starving.”
He served me on a plate, and I grabbed a beer, folding my legs under me on the couch. Theo turned the TV on a game, and we ate in silence. I never understood sports, but I kept quiet, since this was their house, and I was trying to fit in.
Four slices and a bulging stomach later, I rested my back on the couch and took a huge breath.
“Thank you so much for this. Let me know how much I owe you.”
Theo chuckled but never took his eyes off the TV.
“What?” I asked, poking him with my toe.
“I’m not charging you for pizza, Jules.”
I poked him again. “You should. I’m a tenant here.”
“No, thanks. I can afford pizza.”
“It’s not about affording.” I shook my head. “It’s about—”
Theo immediately turned, grabbing my foot with his warm hand and placing it on his lap. “I’m not going to take your money, Julia.”
He caught me off guard, and I felt the warmth of his skin going all the way to the nape of my neck.
It was a surprise that had me biting my lip, losing my breath as my nipples stiffened to a point. His eyes landed just there, and a groan escaped his lips.
In a second, everything changed. The air felt electric, his eyes on me everything I’d ever wanted.
“Noah,” Wylder said somewhere beside us.
Sure, Noah. Yes, Noah hated me. That was why they didn’t want to…
To what?
Have sex?
Oh God, I wanted that.
But last night, I wanted Wylder, and now, I wanted Theo. I was a mess, a hormonal mess. I spent my whole life not interested in sex at all, just to become undone by them.
Theo didn’t react to Noah’s name. Instead of putting distance between us, he pulled my foot toward him, and I slid further down the couch, letting him take me. His big hand covered my knee as he positioned himself between my legs.
“Just a taste,” he told Wylder without taking his eyes off me.
Wylder growled, making me turn in his direction. He was sitting on the floor, watching us both with lust in his eyes.
My toes curled, and I let out a whimper.
“Can he taste you, sweetheart?” Wylder asked with a smirk.
I opened my mouth and closed it shut again. Shit, I had no idea. Did he mean going down on me?
That was probably it.
I had only one boyfriend to do that, and it wasn’t that good, but something told me Theo wasn’t going to be anything like that.
If I said yes, was Wylder going to watch?
“If you want him to watch,” Theo replied.
So I guessed I said that out loud.
“Or we can take turns,” Theo offered.
I gasped, lifting up onto my elbows and looking from one man to the other. “Take turns?”
Wylder chuckled, and from that moment on, I knew I was going to let them share me.
Shit, just the thought made me hot. My back arched like they were already at it, and Theo pressed his hand between my breasts to push me down. “Relax.”
I nodded dumbly, watching him closely, because I knew that at any minute, he was going to change his mind. There was no way in hell the hottest men on the planet wanted to take turns eating me out.
I probably hit my head somewhere and was hallucinating. Or maybe I was still sleeping in the B&B, dreaming of the perfect house, the perfect mountain, the perfect—
Theo’s hand closed over the band of my leggings and pushed them down. Before I had a chance to say a word, his mouth moved down with a lavish lick.
He was hot, and I wasn’t ready. I groaned, my legs trying to kick out in desperation as he did it again, groaning into my pussy like he was the one in pleasure.
“Theo…” I moaned as he licked me again, this time taking his time, savoring his meal.
“You taste so good.”
My leggings were still holding my ankles together, and I twisted and turned every time he sucked my clit. Finally, he ended the torture, throwing my pants somewhere in the corner. Quickly, I wrapped my legs around his shoulders, ankles behind his head, gripping his hair with my hand, burying my nails into his scalp.
Theo groaned loudly into me, and Wylder laughed, “You’re going to kill him, sweetheart.”
We locked eyes, his on fire and full of lust as he watched his friend me eat out. The bulge in his pajama pants told me he liked what he saw, and my hips bucked in pleasure.
“Here,” Theo said.
He held my ass up, holding me to Wylder like I was fruit to be shared. Wylder stood up and came to us, kneeling between my legs and taking me off Theo’s hands.
I whimpered at the image. They really were going to share me. My head fell back when Wylder nibbled on my thigh.
“Wylder, please…” I cried out.
I quickly realized Wylder liked to play. He teased me mercilessly, letting me build up my orgasm, just to dial back and watch me struggle. When I couldn’t take anymore, he passed me off to Theo. They played like that, never really letting me get off, keeping the game between them like I was just a toy.
“Please, please, please,” I pleaded with them.
I was soaking the couch, my hair down from my bun, my muscles groaning from the stimulation. They were trying to kill me, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
Theo was between my legs as I looked at Wylder, licking my lips. “Let me suck your cock.”
He hissed, but surprisingly, he shook his head.
“Let me suck your cock, Wylder.”
“No.” He shook his head.
Fuck. I couldn’t believe he was going to make me beg for his cock.
“Wylder, please. I need it.”
He groaned in despair, but he didn’t move in my direction.
“Keep her mouth occupied in a different way,” Theo barked as my pleading got to him as well.
Wylder shook his head, and I watched as he squeezed his cock over his clothes, like he was trying to get it under control, but I didn’t understand why.
I wanted him out of control. I wanted them right there with me.
Wylder kissed me before I could ask why they were holding off. His lips were soft, his tongue hungry, and his palm covered my breasts as he worked my nipple through my shirt so slowly, like his goal was to end me.
Theo’s tongue was hot and unforgiving, his hunger for me unmatched. I moaned into Wylder’s mouth as his hand found itself under my shirt, his warm palm teasing me more and more.
Theo, Wylder, they were too much. Theo’s tongue worked quickly, little licks in just the right place, building me up as Wylder flicked my nipple and kissed me silly.
“Oh, damn, right there,” I groaned and soon, my orgasm flew over me in one powerful wave. I felt it everywhere, down my curling toes to my arching back.
Wylder kissed me slowly as I rode out my climax, Theo kissing the inside of my leg.
My hips bucked, looking for yet more friction, and Theo smiled, holding me to the couch.
“We can go all night, don’t worry.”
I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t sure if I could go all night, but I knew this was perfect. It was like the missing piece had just fallen into place.
I sat up, took my t-shirt off, and jumped into Theo’s lap before he could say anything. I caught him by surprise with a kiss as I reached for Wylder, who quickly sat down behind me, his warm chest to my back.
I turned my head and kissed him too as I felt Theo taking my nipple into his mouth.
Too much, too perfect.
When Theo kissed me again, Wylder took my nipple between his fingers as they shared me, promising that we were made for this. Theo held my breast to Wylder’s mouth and bit my earlobe slowly as he watched. I used Theo’s leg for friction, riding it slowly, leaving wet patches on his jeans.
“I’m going to come again…” I cried out.
“Come for me one more time,” Wylder whispered in my ear. “Soak his leg, sweetheart. Use him for your pleasure. Show me how you do it. I want to watch.”
I whimpered at the impossible request, and in a second, I was coming again.
I felt feverish, unhinged. I’d barely finished riding out an orgasm, and I wanted another. My nipples felt sensitive, and my clit ached.
“I—I…” I couldn’t put my needs into words. I just needed more.
“Here, Jules. Stop for a second.” Theo slowed me down, brushing the hair off my face before taking my temperature.
I was burning up from my orgasm. Was that even possible? I felt sick and healthy at the same time, all feelings clashing at once.
“She’s starting her heat,” Theo said, looking at Wylder and not me.
His words meant nothing to me, so I reached for him and bit his earlobe, moaning for him to fuck me.
I’d never done that before, never felt such raw need.
Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
I needed them inside me now.
“Go down on her again,” Wylder ordered. “I’ll call Noah.”
I didn’t care to ask why Noah needed to be called. He hated me. I bet he wouldn’t like to know his friends were taking turns pleasuring me.
“Eating her out won’t be enough,” Theo argued.
I moved his head so he looked at me. “I can sit on your face. Can I sit on your face?”
“Shit,” Theo cursed, already nodding, bringing me over to him. He let me go when he was lying on his back, and I scooted over his chest until my pussy was hovering over his mouth.
He was so warm. I sat down and took my shirt off, turning to Wylder, who was already on his phone.
“Come here.”
“One second,” he promised with the phone between his ear and his shoulder, his eyes burning for me.
I rode Theo’s face as I screamed for more, needing Wylder there too. And maybe even Noah…
Shit, Noah was so hot, so impossibly hot. He was mean and difficult, and for some reason, that made him hotter.
I wanted him too, but I felt bad for the boys. I was having the time of my life, and yet, I didn’t feel enough.
I needed more.
“Dumbass, she’s in heat. Come back home.”
He ended the call without another word and came to us, moving his finger to lift my chin up.
“Do you want to ride mine now?”
I nodded. I was too hungry.