CHAPTER 3
Heather tastes so fucking good and kissing her feels like coming home. Every single time. I know I’m a lucky fucking bastard because not only can I share her with two other men I consider my brothers, with or without the patch, but she’s everything I want in a woman.
She’s sweet and kind, giving and smart. Part of me feels guilty because I’m going to be the last one to get my patch, assuming it happens. I’m the holdout to our happiness.
I nip at Heather’s bottom lip and swallow her moan as Bedlam pounds into her from behind. She jolts in my arms and when I look down, I see Gray’s fingers circling her clit. I lean back and stare into her hazel eyes, loving the way they’re glazed over with lust.
“So close. Please,” she begs, “I need to come.”
“That’s right,” Bedlam growls, “you’re going to cover my cock in your cream and squeeze my dick just right.”
She moves her hips to meet his as he tips her forward slightly so he can pound into her. The way her tits move with every thrust is mesmerizing. There’s so much to look at and all of it is hot as hell.
Bedlam wraps his hand around Heather’s neck, his fingers playing with the collar she’s wearing. Our collar. The proof of our ownership even if we can’t say it out loud. Not yet, but soon.
His other hand slides down the front of her body, squeezing one of her tits and then the other before reaching her pussy. When he slaps her clit, her body bucks right before she screams.
“Fuck,” he growls, “that’s right. Milk my cock.”
He pushes as deep inside our woman as he can get and grunts with his release. Their chests are heaving as he buries his face in her neck and his hands roam gently over her body. The sweet kisses he plants along her shoulder and up her neck, even on the leather of the collar she’s wearing, has our woman melting back against him.
My mouth is watering, and my cock is twitching with the need to be buried in her. Anywhere. I’m not fucking picky at this point. I just need to be inside of her.
When Bedlam slowly releases her, I’m right there to hold her steady. The sigh of relief as he undoes the cuffs is so damn sweet. I know if she was uncomfortable or needed to be released, she would have said something. From the foggy look in her eyes when she looks at me, I know she was lost to her pleasure.
I pepper kisses all over her face as her arms and shoulders are massaged by Bedlam and Gray. She leans into my touch and slumps forward against my chest, the action is so damn trusting. I don’t deserve her, none of us do, but we’re not going to give her up.
Hell fucking no. Not a chance.
Gray slides into the place Bedlam vacates when he climbs off the bed to deal with the condom. The way her body arches tells me Gray’s hands are all over her ass and back. Her skin gets so damn sensitive after her first orgasm.
I love watching the goosebumps as they pop up and the way she follows our touch with her body. It’s addicting.
“I’m going to fill your pussy with my cock, Cherub,” I growl against her lips and then lie back on the bed.
I grab a condom, ripping the package open, and then sliding it down my length. With Heather on birth control, we’re not always consistent with condoms because we’re not fucking anyone else, and neither is she. However, she’s told us it makes her more comfortable, so we try to remember.
Bedlam tosses Gray a bottle of lube when he comes out of the adjoined bathroom and the thought of her ass and pussy being stuffed is almost too much. Gray gives Bedlam a chin lift before he grips Heather’s hips and helps to move her over my aching dick.
“Slide down, Heather. Ride him so I can fill your ass,” Gray commands.
Heather’s tits jiggle as she rises on her knees, and I grip the base of my cock to help keep it in position. She rocks her hips back and forth, the crown just kissing her slit and making me want to slam her down on my length. The way her hazel eyes sparkle is all mischief.
I fucking love it. I love her.
Those words are on the tip of my tongue, but I clench my jaw to bite them back. We have a plan. We need to stick to it, no matter how difficult it is. It’s not just for us, but for her as well.
We want to be able to offer her the world and right now we can’t. Soon isn’t fucking soon enough.
As she slides down my cock, I feel the walls of her pussy stretch around me, but she’s tight. So fucking tight. My muscles strain with the need to bury myself balls deep inside of her. But I also enjoy how hot it is to watch her take her pleasure on her terms.
Her movements are slow at first, rocking one direction and then the other, her hips moving with fluid grace I can feel all the way down to the tingling of my balls. Her pussy is so fucking warm and, as she starts to rise and fall on my cock, I can see her arousal coating the condom on my dick.
Not gonna lie, being bare inside of her the few times it’s happened has been heaven. It’s going to be the first rule I institute after we’re able to officially claim her.
I can’t fucking wait.
Then we’ll own her completely.
My eyes travel over her body—watching where her pussy is taking my length, tracking up to the jiggle of her tits, and then taking in where our collar is wrapped around her neck. It makes me feel on the very edge of my control. When my hands grip her hips, I know I’m close to losing it entirely.
I buck upwards as she starts to come down on me faster and harder, my fingers digging into her skin, but not enough to hurt her. Never to hurt her. We might push her boundaries, because it’s what she needs, but we’d never fucking hurt her.
“That’s right,” I growl. I meet Gray’s eyes over her shoulder, and he gives me a nod before he presses his hand in between her shoulder blades. He pushes her down until her breasts pillow against my chest. “Fuck, yes, Cherub, keep working your cunt on my dick,” I command.
She looks up at me with her hazel eyes and I swear I can see her love for me. She’s never said those words either. I wonder if she holds herself back because she doesn’t know how we feel or if it’s something else.
The moan that comes out of her is wanton as Gray grunts, “Gonna get your ass ready for my cock.”
We rock together, letting some of the urgency simmer so we can wait for Gray to join us. It’s not the first time we’ve taken her together and it won’t be the last. When the three of us are inside her at the same time, it’s the best.
Considering tonight is in celebration of Bedlam getting his patch, it was only right for him to take her alone.
We’ve never been jealous of each other when it comes to having alone time with our woman. I thought for sure I’d be pissed when I first arrived at the DSMC clubhouse, met Heather, and immediately noticed how Poe and Gray followed her with their eyes all the time. I don’t know how we knew it would work, but it was instinctive.
I learned a long time ago to trust my gut. While growing up with parents who were addicts and never gave a fuck about me or who was around me, I learned quickly to trust myself. I had to rely on my instincts when it came to being around people.
You learn to listen to the warning klaxon in your head when you’re a defenseless ten-year-old and get beat if you don’t. Or when your parents tell you to go and grab something from someone, knowing it’s not good and find out later it’s drugs.
It’s a fucking miracle that I made it out. I could be some junkie on the street right now and it wouldn’t even be surprising. Joining the military saved my fucking life, but it stole parts of my soul in a whole other way, and I had to get out. When I did, I stumbled across a few guys from the DSMC when I was out at a bar.
Things just clicked and I trusted my gut when I was asked if I was interested in being a prospect. I thought I would find a brotherhood, much like I had while wearing a uniform. There was no way I could have known I’d meet Heather.
Sometimes life puts you right where you belong.
Gray leans forward and nips at Heather’s earlobe, his voice a husky rasp, “You ready for me to fuck your ass, Cherub?”
“Oh my,” she breathes, “please. I need you to stretch me so good, Gray.”
I grin at him, and he smirks at me as he grips her shoulder to hold her steady. I can feel the moment he starts to push inside of her. His fingers flex as he tries to control himself and then he’s filling her.
I grunt at the sensation of feeling his dick glide inside of her, only a thin membrane separating us. My eyes roll back in my head at the sensation. “Fuck, she was already tight, but now she’s choking my cock,” I groan.
Bedlam chuckles and Heather turns to find him stroking himself, already hard and ready for round two. Or is it three then? Who fucking cares?
Gray tilts his head back on his shoulders and takes a few deep breaths. I know the fucking feeling. When his head comes back down, we share a look, our hands tighten on our woman, and we start to move.
As I pull out, he pushes deeper and we saw in and out of our woman’s two holes, filling her with us one at a time. The way she writhes between us has my balls drawing up. I try to focus on anything other than the feel of her soft skin pressed against mine in order to not come too damn soon.
It’s always too soon with her. Fucking always.
I remember when I first saw her, and the way Poe and Gray were following her with their eyes. Even though I instantly wanted her and knew there was something there, I was hesitant. Part of it was because of her angel status.
I learned a long time ago not to pin my heart to a woman who couldn’t or wouldn’t commit. At first, I judged Heather because of my past and the woman who broke my heart in the most cliché Dear John letter kind of way. But the more time I spent around her, the more wrong I knew I was. It took her almost no time at all to make my walls crumble.
I was also concerned about being the oldest out of the four of us. I’m not saying I’m old at 27, and Heather is only three years younger than me, but my military experience made me jaded in a way that aged me. The reality is that spending time with Gray, Poe, and Heather reminds me that I don’t have to carry the weight around from what I saw and did in the name of service.
I can let that shit go and enjoy life.
Heather slams down on my cock, bringing my thoughts back into the present, and I bark, “Fuck. What a sexy fucking Cherub, taking your pleasure from me.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she pushes up away from my chest slightly. She can’t get far considering the grip Gray has on her as he rails her ass. When she arches her back, her pretty tits are almost right in my face.
I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and then the other, biting down until I feel her walls start to flutter around my cock.
Gray growls, “She’s fucking close.”
Heather moans and we change up our rhythm, filling her at the same time while fucking her harder and faster. Her thighs tense around my waist as her pleasure coils inside of her, begging to be allowed to explode.
Gray’s free hand slides down the front of our woman’s torso until he’s rubbing her clit. Heather’s entire body starts to shake, words tumbling from her lips that make no fucking sense but are so damn beautiful.
“Wait until we tell you to come,” Gray barks and our woman whines.
When her hazel eyes open to meet mine, I can see her need there. “Please. Need to come. Don’t make me wait. I’m right,” she gasps as Gray slaps her clit.
“Come. Now,” he commands.
I know the man is only talking to Heather, but, fuck, I’m right on the edge as well and barely holding on. My entire body tingles as her pussy clenches so tight around my length that I can barely move. The edges of my vision go hazy as jets of my cum fill the condom. It’s a bittersweet kind of relief because there is nowhere else that I’d rather be than buried inside our woman.
Gray lets out a roar as he bends forward and sinks his teeth into our woman’s shoulder and comes.
Heather slumps forward onto my chest, her skin slicked with sweat. When Gray pulls out, I roll us slightly, but take a moment to enjoy being buried inside my woman. I kiss her gently, reverence filling my heart along with my love for her.
I bite my tongue as Bedlam slides into the bed and wraps himself around her from behind. When I slide out of our woman, I stand to deal with the condom and notice instantly that it broke. I shrug it off because she’s on birth control and it’s just an extra precaution.
As the thought of our woman pregnant with our baby slams into me, I grimace.
Not because I don’t want it, but because I do.
Badly.
It’ll just have to wait. In a few months we’ll be able to claim her and give her everything she could ever want or need. I just hope she can wait for us.