CHAPTER 2
I clench my fists to stop myself from pushing on the back of Heather’s head to make her take more of Bedlam’s cock into her mouth and down her throat. She’s sexy as fuck with his cock in her mouth. I know how good it feels and can almost feel her lips wrapped around my shaft.
My eyes slide down her body to where her arms are straining against the cuffs she’s wearing. When she gives up her control to us, it makes my body come alive in a way it hasn’t with any woman before. I know we’re lucky bastards to have Heather’s attention and her submission.
We haven’t made promises, knowing we couldn’t because of our status in the club, but it’s been difficult to admit how we feel about her. I hate the idea of her in limbo. Not that she’s complained about it once.
It only makes me love her more.
Bedlam lets out a groan as the fingers in her hair tighten and he starts to fuck her face. I keep my eyes on our woman as I take off my clothes and then sink to my knees behind her. Her fingers scramble against my skin as she tries to grip my cock, but I pull my hips back just enough to stop her. If she touches my dick, I won’t be able to hold off on sinking into her.
My hands come around her body and cup her tits, rolling her hard nipples between my fingers. She arches her back as much as she can while being held between us. I kiss and nip along her shoulder and up her neck until I get to the shell of her ear and suck it between my lips, knowing how much she loves it.
“I bet you’re dripping for us, aren’t you, Heather?” She makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat that has pre-cum dripping from me.
Movement next to us has me glancing at Zach who is naked and dropping to his knees next to our woman. He rubs his cock against her hip and her entire body shudders. “Looks like you need some help, Cherub,” he murmurs softly.
When she gasps, Bedlam pushes deeper inside of her, and I don’t have to see it to know Zach is touching her pussy. He’s probably buried his fingers inside of her just the way I want to. It’s hard to tease her when she’s all worked up because watching her fly apart for us is beyond beautiful.
“Fuck,” I growl, “I bet your cunt is squeezing his fingers right now. Wish it was my cock,” I admit as I nip at her ear.
Heather moans around Bedlam’s cock before he pulls it from her lips, his chest heaving as he stumbles back a step. Zach and I pull our hands away from her and I have no doubt it’s as difficult for him as it is for me. Her breathing is heavy as she looks between the three of us, her hazel eyes wide and glassy with need.
Once I stand up, I help her to her feet and watch as goosebumps cover her sensitive skin. She always gets this way when she’s turned on while we play. Her body is like a live wire. I’m sure she was right on the edge of coming, not that she would complain about her release getting taken away from her.
“You’re being such a good girl for us,” I whisper, bending closer so my words fan across her skin.
“Please. I need someone to fuck me,” she begs.
“Not yet,” Bedlam’s voice is deep and rough like gravel. “First I want to see your pretty ass pink from the paddle Gray picked out earlier.”
I swear my fucking knees go weak. The way she moves toward the bed and bends over it, giving herself to us, doesn’t help matters at all. Her ass is on display along with her glistening pussy lips. It would be so fucking easy to sink into her right here and now.
I force myself to look away and grab the paddle. When I approach the bed again, Bedlam’s hand is sliding over the skin of Heather’s ass. I know how fucking soft her skin is and how pretty it gets when spanked. Paddling will be new for her, but I know she’ll love it.
I hand the paddle over with a grin, “You do the honors, Bedlam.”
He chuckles, the sound wrapping around our woman and making her shiver as she clenches her hands into fists. Poe takes it, but he doesn’t use it. Not yet.
Instead, he continues to touch her, using his fingertips to tease her. He roams over her ass cheeks and down to the top of her thighs and then back up. His touch on her hips has her jerking and burying her face in the bed.
I don’t even try to stop myself from reaching down, gripping the base of my cock, and stroking myself. When Bedlam’s fingers glide up her spine, she curves her body to follow his touch, arching her back and making the sexiest fucking shapes.
Her hair flies wildly around as she tries to look over her shoulder, but it’s difficult with her arms behind her back. Her hazel eyes meet mine when I move around the bed, and I can see her need there. Then her eyes drop down to where I’m stroking my cock, and she licks her lips.
“Fuck,” I grunt, “you look hungry, Cherub.”
“For your cum,” she rasps, the bit of sass in her words has me throwing my head back and laughing.
My eyes come back down when the sound of her gasp mixes with the paddle against her skin. I watch in fascination as Bedlam starts up a rhythm with simple flicks of his wrist. I’m not sure what is sexier—the sounds our woman is making or the leather making contact.
“Gorgeous,” Zach grunts, his eyes fixed on her ass.
Bedlam drops the paddle on the ground and then smooths his hand over her ass. Heather twists as much as she can to look over her shoulder at him. “I can take more,” her words are slightly slurred and the dazed look in her eyes tells me she’s right on the edge of a place only we’ve taken her.
That place where she’s not in her head. Where she’s not a club angel. Where she’s ours.
It’s my favorite place for her to be. She lets herself go when she’s there. There’s no thinking about what might not be or what is. She just exists.
It’s glorious.
“That’s enough for tonight. We need you.” Heather bites her lip with Bedlam’s words and his eyes soften. “We have something for you.”
“This is your celebration,” she whispers, trying to deflect, the same way she has every other time we’ve tried to do something for her.
We all suspect it’s not about her being an angel and it’s deeper. We don’t know who hurt our woman, but we have time to figure it out. There are times when fear and regret war in her eyes. We want to know why, but we haven’t pushed.
Because how can we when we can’t drag the relationship between us into the light and offer her the protection that we want to give her.
One day we’ll be able to, no matter what happens with the club. But not today.
Zach helps her stand, and then turns her to sit on the edge of the bed. The way she squirms when she sits makes me smirk. She’s horny and her ass is a little tender. The perfect fucking combination.
Poe goes to his clothes and pulls a box out of the pile. There’s a nervous energy to him, something I’ve never seen from him, when he approaches her. Goofy? Sure. Joking? A lot of the time. But nervous? No, he normally has a quiet confidence to him that can’t be denied, even when he’s trying to hide it.
We’re hoping our gift can be a promise for the future without the words. It’s something we’ve wanted to give her for a long time. It feels right to do it now with Bedlam having his patch since we’re one step closer to claiming her officially.
When Bedlam opens the box, her eyes light up for a moment, but then I see her hide some of her reaction away. I hate it, but I understand. Her eyes study the collar closely while taking in the design. The leather wraps around the back and sides of her neck with buckles at the back. On the front there is a length of chain fed through rings and doubled with an angel wings pendant. You can give a tug on the chain and tighten it, but normally the wings will hang right between her collar bones.
Heather swallows hard and then looks between us, her voice soft, “It’s beautiful.”
Bedlam’s voice is gruff, “You know what it is?”
“It’s a collar,” Heather’s voice is curious.
The fact that she doesn’t seem offended has me breathing a sigh of relief. Bedlam drops to his knees in front of her and holds out the collar so she can get a closer look. We won’t say the words we desperately want to say until we can claim her officially, but we needed to do something.
I don’t know if this is the right way to show her that she’s ours.
“It’s a sign of ownership,” she whispers.
“Will you wear it?” Zach sits down on the bed next to her as Bedlam stares up at her like she’s a goddess. All I can think about is how this isn’t nearly enough. “We’d like you to. We’ll know what it means, but no one else will know it’s about us.”
Heather swallows hard and nods. The way she raises her chin is a clear invitation. Bedlam’s movements are slow and deliberate as he unhooks the buckles and wraps it around her neck. Zach buckles it in place and all of us seem to hold our breath as we take a moment and appreciate our woman wearing our collar.
I want it to mean so much more. It could. It will.
We’ve been enjoying time with our woman whenever we can for far too long for it to mean nothing. I just wish we could tell her all the ways it means something.
Bedlam grips Heather’s hips and flips her onto her hands and knees, her shoulders hitting the pillows as she lets out a surprised yelp. He buries his face in her pussy without any warning. She moans as she thrashes against the hold he has on her hips. I can hear how wet our woman is by the slurping sounds he’s making.
I know how good our woman tastes and my mouth waters. But I want something even more. I move around the bed until I’m next to where her head and tap her shoulder to get her attention.
When she turns her head my way, her eyes are glued to my dick and her lips part for me. Zach chuckles and kneels on her other side to help prop her up with a grip on her shoulders. He probably wants to get in on having his dick sucked.
I slide between her lips and groan at how fucking good it feels. Warm. Wet. Fucking perfect.
“Never seen a sexier sight than you wearing our collar,” Bedlam growls against Heather’s pussy.
I brush her hair back from her face before palming the back of her head. My fingers tighten in her hair to pull her off my dick and turn her head so she’s facing Zach. Her tongue laps at the crown of his dick, scooping up the pre-cum beading there.
Heather moans around Zach’s cock as she tries to push back against Bedlam. I look over and his fingers are digging into the globes of her ass. He’s probably gripping her tight enough to leave bruises. They’ll look delicious on her.
I pull her off Zach’s cock and he shoots me a glare which has me smirking in return. Her body tightens and is racked with a full body shudder. It’s hot as hell.
“Fuck, yes,” she moans as she comes.
Bedlam pulls away from her pussy and kneels on the bed while rolling a condom down his length. He slams into her, and Zach shifts slightly in front of her to brace her as she’s pounded from behind. The way she moans is sexy as fuck.
To pull her up on her knees, Bedlam wraps his arms around her waist and his hips cradle hers. Zach kisses our woman as I reach between them and play with her nipples. The look of bliss on her face, the way she accepts our dominance, is a sight to behold.
“Just fucking perfect,” I growl. “After you take Bedlam’s cock, you’ll be taking mine and Zach’s at the same time.”
Heather’s eyes roll back in her head as she bounces on Bedlam’s dick. My eyes fixate on where he’s disappearing inside her pussy.
Fucking perfect.
And she is. I hope what we give her is enough until we can give her everything.