Chapter 18 #2
“No, keep going. You’re doing great.” He launched the dish towel at my face. “Langston and I don’t know what we are,” I said, crossing my arms. “Which works for us; neither of us needs a label. I’ve always swung both ways, if you will.”
“And I have not,” Langston said, “until I met West.”
Juno’s eyebrows rose. “Oh.”
“And now,” I hedged, “we hope that you’re okay with knowing that I’m attracted to Langston and I’m attracted to you. I want you, and I want to be with Langston too, but not in the same way,” I said. “If that makes sense.”
“Not really,” she said, looking utterly confused.
“It’s not romantic,” Langston clarified. “Is that a good way to explain it?”
My loud clap rang through the room. “Exactly that. It’s just fucking. When tensions are high and we both need that release, sometimes it just happens.”
Juno rubbed her temples. “This is a little confusing.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” I said. “It just is what it is.”
“And we want you in the middle of that. Hopefully, we have made that very clear and not confusing.” Langston rounded the island and grabbed her hand, drawing her toward the stack of plates. “Come on. Let’s eat. Get some much-needed food in our stomachs, more drinks, and go from there.”
Juno sagged against the counter. “Yes, please. I’m starving, and those few sips before you stole my drink”—she shot an accusing glare at Langston—“were not enough to dull this crazy night. Tonight’s been one I’ll always remember but want to forget, that’s for sure,” she muttered under her breath with an eye roll.
The responding gleam in Langston’s gaze told me he took that as a personal challenge, which had a grin spreading across my face.
Good.
Hopefully, we could turn the night around so it became one she would never want to forget for all the best reasons.
Thankfully, we had enough food and extras for later if we wanted them during our cozy night in. The day started great, went to shit, got better, then went to even more shit, and now it was the best night ever.
Understanding that she was at max capacity and needed to decompress, we had her change here instead of going home.
She swam in my sweats, even after rolling them up a few times, and the way Langston’s shirt hung off her was almost comical but completely adorable too.
After she was comfortable, we set her on the couch with our softest blanket—thank you, Mattie—and tossed her the remote to choose what we were watching first.
She melted into the couch, as if an actual weight had been lifted off her.
It was then that I understood what Baylee and Aspen tried to explain a few days ago—most women were tired of having to ask for what they needed instead of their partner, or partners in this case, seeing their exhaustion and just taking care of it without having to be told.
It wasn’t difficult, but it required energy and time to watch, learn, and act.
Maybe that was the hard part for men in today’s culture.
They think it’s all about them, their girl needing to adapt to their lives instead of seeing the weight she carried daily and doing whatever they could to ease some of it.
“What are you thinking hard about?” I tracked her finger until it pressed between my brows. “You have a line there you’re focusing so hard.”
“Oh, you know—just gender roles, relationships, and how to establish true partnerships,” I rattled off.
Juno chuckled. “So, just a bit of light thinking. Come up with anything solid that you’d like to share with the rest of us?”
“No, I’m enjoying this. I’ll save the heavy stuff for later.”
She just nodded and leaned her head on my shoulder, attention going back to the Hallmark Christmas movie that Langston chose for us to watch. They were just about to fall victim to miscommunication when Juno shifted to place her head on my lap, aqua eyes gazing up at me.
“West,” she whispered.
“Yes, Juno?” I followed the tip of her tongue as it traced her lower lip.
“I can’t stop thinking about everything.” She paused, and I didn’t move, barely breathing as I waited for what I hoped her next words would be. “Can you help me?” Her gaze slid to Langston. “Both of you? Just for tonight, I want to not feel so heavy.”
The couch groaned beneath Langston’s weight as he shifted, moving closer, having heard every word. “Are you asking for a distraction, shortcake?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “But it doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means you’re attracted to us,” I offered. “And feel safe with us. What do you need, Juno?”
“More of last night?” Her cheeks bloomed red. “But this time, more?”
“How much more?” Langston asked, scooting even closer until our thighs touched. He reached down, brushing the tip of a single finger along her lips.
“A little more?”
He chuckled. “There is nothing little about either of us, Juno.”
The stain on her cheeks deepened to an almost burnt red. “Can I just let the two of you decide?” she whispered. “I don’t want to make any decisions; I just want to get lost.”
“On one condition.” Langston slid his hand lower to collar her neck. I swallowed a groan at the sight. “You tell us to stop if it’s too far or too much. I have to trust that you’ll be honest with us or nothing happens. Understood?”
“Yes.” His fingers flexed in warning. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, Westly, kiss our girl until all she can think about is us.”
“Not your—”
I silenced her with my lips pressed to hers, cupping her cheek to keep her in place. The couch creaked when Langston stood, coming around to the other side where Juno was stretched out along the cushions.
Her soft moan had me hardening, my cock pressing uncomfortably against the zipper of my jeans and the back of her head. The feel of her lips against mine, teasing her tongue with my own for her to envision how it would feel deep in her pussy, only made me want more.
At her gasp, I peeked one eye open, smirking at finding Langston kissing along her stomach where he had rolled the shirt she was wearing up to just under her breasts. Peeking through his lashes, his green eyes met mine, making the heat blazing through my veins burn even hotter.
“You like his mouth on you?” I murmured, our lips barely brushing with each word.
“Yes, a lot,” Juno breathed.
“How about if he goes higher?” Her lids fluttered open, glassy eyes meeting mine. At her nod, I slid my gaze down to Langston. “You heard her.”
His brow quirked at my command since he was usually the one doing it, but he slid her top up all the way to her neck just the same.
For a few moments, neither Langston nor I moved, too caught up in staring at the way her full breasts pushed against the black lace bra.
With a quick flick of his fingers to the front snap, the two scraps of lace fell to the side.
We groaned in unison, his lips going to one breast and my fingers to the other. I was mesmerized by the way the nipple pebbled beneath my soft touch, the stiff peak begging for my lips.
I studied the way Langston’s wide hand wrapped around her, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers as he massaged. Juno gasped, eyes wide open as she squirmed on the couch.
I took her lips with mine once again, nipping as I pulled back. “Are you ready for more, sweet cheeks?”
“Yes, please,” she whined. “I need more.”
Langston’s dark chuckle had my cock twitching beneath my jeans, no doubt leaving a wet stain of precum from how hard and ready I was.
“Tell us what you want, Juno,” he rasped, swirling his tongue around the pebbled nipple while he gazed up at her. Fucking hell, it was hot. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your pretty pussy.”
“I don’t know. I just need…. Please, Langston. Please, please, please,” she begged.
He clicked his tongue but sat back, fingers going to the hem of her borrowed sweats.
He inched them down little by little until the top of the matching black lace panties appeared.
Lower and lower he dragged them down her thighs before ripping the gray cotton off her feet and tossing them to the floor.
He stared at where the lace glistened, showing us exactly how needy she was. Langston swiped a finger along the delicate material and held it close to Juno’s face. Without warning, he slid her desire along her lower lip before thrusting the slick finger into her mouth.
Her guttural groan mixed with my own sounded through the cabin.
“Let’s get her on your lap, and then you spread her open wide with your thighs.”
Gently gripping beneath her arms, Langston lifted her off the couch and set her ass right on top of my throbbing cock. At my grunt, he laughed, the bastard knowing exactly what kind of torture he was putting me through.
He draped her legs over mine and pushed my knees out wide. Kneeling before the both of us, Langston watched us, green eyes almost black with desire.
“I can’t wait to do this when his cock is buried deep inside you,” he murmured.
“Yes,” Juno and I said in unison.
“But not tonight. No, that’s only for good girls who let us call them ours.” Juno whimpered. “I hope you’re not fond of these panties.”
“What—”
The sound of elastic snapping and material ripping cut her off.
Sitting back on his heels, Langston held up the ruined underwear before pressing the soaked area to his nose and inhaling deeply. Juno’s back shifted with each of her rapid breaths.
“Until it’s his dick, we’ll both have to settle for his fingers.”
Not needing direction, I dipped my good hand between her thighs, fingers gliding along her slit before drawing teasing circles around her drenched entrance. A sharp breath whistled through my clenched teeth when I sank a single finger inside, her walls clenching down tight.
“But I don’t want to miss out on all the fun while I suck that needy nub until you squirt all over my face,” he added.
“Fuck, Langston,” I hissed. “Are you trying to get me to come in my fucking pants?”
He just arched a brow while lifting his hand to her core, sliding a single finger inside beside mine. Juno gasped, shifting on my lap at the added pressure. We moved in unison, curling our fingers as we thrust in and out.
Keeping his gaze locked on me, Langston pitched forward and sealed his mouth around her clit. Juno cried out and pressed back hard, as if attempting to escape the new sensation. My harsh breaths brushed along her hair, making it float with every exhale.
It only took a few seconds of Langston’s mouth on her before she cried out, back arching as her chest and neck flushed red.
He didn’t stop, though; instead, he added another finger, stuffing her full as we quickened our pace.
This time when she fell apart, her voice cracked on a broken scream before she slumped back against me.
I squeezed my lids shut and bit down on my tongue hard to keep from exploding in my jeans. The built-up pressure was past a pleasureful pain and hurt like fucking hell.
But it was worth it. I’d live like this every day, every second, if that meant she was as happy and content as she was now.
Langston sat back, pulling his fingers free and taking mine with him, raising our combined fingers to his lips. I shook my head, knowing it would be too much—not that the bastard cared.
When he slipped our glistening fingers past his lips and sucked hard to clean her orgasm off our skin, I shuddered, head dropping back against the couch.
Fucking hell, the man was trying to kill me.