Overexposed

Chapter 39

chapter

thirty-nine

Stella

Three months, two weeks, and four days later…

“ R ack them up, boys,” I said, polishing the tip of my brand-new cue stick. It was a gift from Gem for our almost five-month anniversary . I wasn’t entirely sure that was a thing, but I kind of liked it.

The look on Ollie’s and Seven’s faces would have been worth the gift even if I hadn’t already loved the deep blue marble pattern on the handle offset by the silver bands. It was perfectly balanced and felt just right in my hand.

The amused smile on Gem’s face when I pulled out the stick-polishing cloth had sent me into a fit of giggles. Laughter that only grew when Seven glared so hard at his brother he looked like he was going to have an aneurysm. Gem never missed an opportunity to remind them that it was our pool game that brought me into their crazy lives in the first place. It was also thoughtful as hell.

Ollie had his phone in his hand, and I had a feeling from the intensity of his thumbs flying over the screen that he was looking for a way to one-up Gem. The competition between the three of them was something they took very seriously. Almost too serious, sometimes, but they had so much fun and were far too entertaining for me to truly mind.

“Ahem,” I said, bumping Seven with my hip. “Are you having a stroke, Demon Spawn?” That effectively yanked his attention off Gem and put a stop to the silent but amusing contortions they were using to argue with each other versus their words.

Their “twin shit” as Ollie liked to call it.

“No, Stray,” Seven practically growled, wrapping his hand around my nape to drag me to him as he dipped his head and gave me a long and very thorough kiss. Shivers raced over my skin and my nipples beaded to hard points. Seven had been gone for the past three weeks for reshoots on a film in the UK, and I’d missed him like crazy. He’d tried to take me along but lost a pool game to Ollie and then to Gem so two-to-one, I stayed here.

Against my lips, he said, “Don’t tempt me into tossing the rules out. I could just as easily tie you to my bed and deny you orgasms until you agree to join me when I head back to set.”

Holy fuck. That threat went straight to my cunt and I was clenching around emptiness even as I fisted his shirt.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Harrison,” I warned him, and he grinned. Then he bit my lip sharp enough to sting. “Don’t think you get to duck out of this game either.”

“Not going to happen. I plan to win today.” We were three-and-three. “It’s the tie-breaking game, after all.”

With that, he let me go and headed over to the table. The room suddenly felt chillier as he racked the balls. Gem threaded his arms around my middle and pulled me back against him.

“Are you going to put us out of our misery?” he asked against my ear.

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who said best two out of three, then best three out of five, then best four out of seven.” I’d won that first game fair and square. “And I wasn’t the one who then had to leave for a few weeks.” Which officially put our bet on hold.

Ollie glanced up from his phone and grinned. “We didn’t mind the last three weeks of sleepovers.”

I rolled my eyes. Technically, I should have already moved out. While I had been looking and even gone to see a few places, Gem or Ollie, and once Seven, all kept finding something wrong with the prospective place: It was too far away. It was too small. It didn’t have the best security. It was too close to Hollywood. Too close to Burbank. It didn’t have a doorman. It had security, but it was half-assed.

A week earlier, I’d dared the boys to come up with a place they would accept, so Ollie had a few places sent over for us to go look at. Seven and Gem both decided those weren’t good enough either, for one reason or another. Thank fuck ’cause the last place was a co-op and it had required a six-figure down payment.

“Rub it in,” Seven muttered as he got the balls racked up. “Speaking of which, Stray, you and me tonight. My bed. No excuses.”

“Win the game first, Demon Spawn, and we can talk terms. Until then…this is anyone’s game.” At his smirk, I couldn’t resist tweaking him. “That’s polite for it’s my game .”

His nostrils flared and he gave me a sidelong look. “You keep thinking that, Stray.”

Ollie sighed and tilted his head back. “Maybe you should’ve used Gem as your Shadow Seven, so he could win this game for you.”

“Damn,” Gem said before he nuzzled a kiss to my temple. “You’re right, he should have.”

I laughed, tilting my head back to look up at him. His whole new look was really working for him. He’d shaved his head, and over the past few weeks, while Seven was gone, he’d begun to grow in a short beard. I could definitely get used to it, especially with how soft his facial hair was becoming.

“I’m not taking that bet,” I said. “You two were the ones who insisted Seven had to win it.”

“Our mistake,” Ollie said, then grunted when Seven elbowed him out of the way. “All future bets will be handled by Gem or me.”

Gem and I snorted at the same time. Seven shifted his dirty look to Ollie.

“You do know that you’re not helpful right?”

“Wasn’t even trying to be, mate,” Ollie told him, affecting the Australian accent he’d been working on for an upcoming role. I wrinkled my nose when he glanced to me. He winked as he shrugged. “Still a work in progress.”

“Demon Spawn,” I said before he could do the break and suddenly found myself the focus of all that intensity in his eyes. He ran so damn hot, the man was a volcano of simmering emotions and wild passion.

It was seriously wild how attractive I found that side of his nature.

“This is our final game,” I told him. “Win or lose, we’re not extending it past today.” As entertaining as it had been, I really wanted my prize.

Lips pursed, Seven finally blew out a breath and nodded. “Fine. Win or lose. Last game.” He settled into position at the end of the table and readied for the break.

“Don’t fuck this up,” Ollie muttered.

“Really feeling the support there,” Seven deadpanned. “Mate.”

Gem huffed out a laugh and I leaned into him as Seven made the shot and the break. He was stripes and I was solids. Seven really hated stripes—he called them bad luck. To be fair, he’d lost every single game to me when he wasn’t shooting solids.

It was a tight, tense game. He sank one of my balls by mistake, and it left me with just the eight to sink. Yeah. I could make that shot.

The question was, did I really want to win?

“Eight in the corner pocket.” I sank it in one smooth strike. Hell yes!

“Dammit,” Seven swore and the tension in the room skyrocketed. It was almost electric how their tempestuous emotions raked over me.

“Fuck,” Ollie swore, and Gem actively glared down into his drink.

“I’m sure you all meant to say congratulations,” I said, not remotely repentant for having kicked Seven’s ass. “So…are you boys ready to pay up?”

Three gazes fixed on me.

“Excuse me?” Seven asked.

“If I win, I get whatever I want…right?” I raised my brows, daring any of them to dispute it. Seven white-knuckled the cue stick in his hand, and I was really proud of him for not throwing it. My Demon Spawn had temper control issues.

“That was the bet,” he said slowly. “So…I take it you’re planning to collect right now?”

They all looked so profoundly disappointed. What did they think I was going to ask for? Public humiliation? Maybe they thought I’d ask to move out permanently, no questions asked. It was enough to give me a tiny, itty bitty smidgeon of guilt.

But not enough to prevent me from collecting.

“Absolutely. I’ve waited weeks to get my prize. So no excuses.”

“We’re not making them, Slick,” Gem promised. “What do you want?”

I drank in the sight of them, one at a time, letting the tension knotting in my belly unfold. The past few weeks had given me plenty of time to imagine exactly what I wanted and in great detail.

“I want you.” I put my cue stick up, right on the rack where it belonged. Gem had rearranged it to make a spot for my stick.

“Me?” Seven eyed me with more than a little suspicion.

“Yes,” I said, grinning wider. “I want all three of you…”

“All three of us,” Ollie repeated. I swore, I could practically see the light bulb that went off over his head as what I was saying registered. “At the same time?”

We hadn’t done that. Not yet, anyway.

“Mm-hmm. So let’s go, boys. Time to pay up.”

My beautiful twins stared at me with identical dumbfounded looks. I wished I had my camera just to snap that picture. The fact that all three were somewhat frozen delighted me. Always good to know your limits, I suppose . But I knew damn well what I wanted…and had been wanting for a while.

Experience had proven that Seven didn’t care for sharing as much as his brother or Ollie. Today, however, that was going to change. They wanted six months to prove we could work.

Well, that proof needed to start with my four-way. Or was it a three-way? A three-on-one way? I headed for the stairs—since I planned to be incapable of moving when this was done, we should at least be close enough to one of our beds to use it.

Halfway up, I tugged my T-shirt off and tossed it aside. No cleaning crews in the house, the doors all locked, and the security system armed—no one to interrupt…

Just to be sure, I paused near the top and pulled out my phone. No messages I needed to address, so I stuck it into do not disturb.

“Are you coming, boys?” I asked over my shoulder. The split second between inactivity and the three of them moving all at once was almost cartoon levels of amusing. From my position at the top of the stairs, I had a front row seat to their actual race.

Seven elbowed Ollie and then shoved Gem at him before he hit the steps. He was halfway to me when Gem damn near knocked him over the railing to pass him and I winced.

Maybe I should have added a caveat about injuries. Seven hit the top step a split second ahead of Gem and swooped me up and over his shoulder. Laughter bubbled through me as I met Ollie’s amused gaze. He wasn’t racing up the stairs so much as stalking up them. The shiver that went through me at the heat in his gaze…

Seven headed straight for his room. Fine by me. He had a huge bed. All of them did, really. It really was one of my favorite parts about this house.

Oh, fuck, who was I kidding. They were my favorite part of this house. I landed on the bed with a bounce. Seven stripped off my shoes and tossed them even as Gem unbuttoned my jeans. They each grabbed a pant leg and tugged them right off.

When I would have pushed up on my elbows, Ollie dropped onto the bed and fused his mouth to mine. No room for talking, debating, wagering, or even groaning. His tongue tangled with mine as he fisted my hair and someone stripped my lace panties away.

Cool air against my cunt didn’t last long, not when Gem pressed a kiss against my clit that had me bucking almost immediately. Holy fuck. I couldn’t catch my breath or deal with the sudden surge of electricity rioting through my system.

Or the orgasm that had me writhing. Gem was relentless, his tongue vibrating my clit as he thrust his fingers. Fuck, that man knew exactly how to get me going. I was screaming right into Ollie’s mouth. My bra vanished in a whisper of fabric.

“Move.” Seven snapped out the command, and my hips bucked as if they were desperate to obey him.

Ollie dragged his head up and I got my first look at his swollen mouth and sexed-up eyes. “Chill the fuck out, Seven. I’m kissing our girl.”

“And she said all of us, and so far the only one actually getting her off is Gem.”

“So glad you noticed,” Gem retorted in a husky voice. My breath came in swift, shallow pants. At least I thought it was. Honestly, I couldn’t really feel my legs at the moment. Then Ollie was teasing a finger around one of my nipples. “So why do we have to move?” Gem asked.

Oh right. Seven said something about moving. I lifted my head to see where he was, and for a moment, I was struck by the sight of the twins. They were both naked.

Funnily enough, the only one still in clothes was Ollie, but I was drinking in the sight of Seven and Gem in all their glory. Seven had just one tattoo, freshly inked before he left for the UK. It was a small one he’d had done on his right bicep that matched the one Gem got on his left bicep. It was literally just the astrological sign for Gemini with a numerical seven incorporated into the center.

I was debating getting one to match it, since Gem and I had gone for an eight ball. There was just something poetic about both of us having a matching eight ball both for the game and the answers. It was fucking stupid how much I loved the matching tats. Ollie was working on what he wanted for us…

“Hey,” I said, now that I had two brain cells to rub together. “Weren’t we doing something?”

“Yes,” Seven said. “Flipping you over.” When I opened my mouth, he held up one finger to silence me in an almost imperious fashion. My eyes narrowed. “Ollie, give Stella something to do with her mouth.”

Fuck. My heart did a little ping-pong like it always did when Seven used my name. The intimacy was almost too much.

“With pleasure,” Ollie murmured as Gem winked at me before he gripped my hips, and then I was flipping onto my side. It put me eye to eye with Ollie’s beautiful dick, and I opened my lips for a taste.

Gem propped one of my legs up and then resumed his carnal exploration of my clit, but wait…

Warmth spread across my ass as lube trickled against me. Oh—oh we’d been discussing this, but the guys hadn’t?—

“Hey,” Ollie protested as he thrust all the way to my throat, and I swallowed around him. “We have wagers on who gets her ass first.”

“Well, Stella won her wager and you’re fucking her mouth and Gem already went for her pussy. So this ass—” He landed a hand against one ass cheek in a stinging crack of his palm struck, and my whole body lit up. “This ass is mine.”

“Fuck,” Gem exclaimed in between teasing licks and thrusts from his fingers. “Slick is very much on board for all of the above.”

The soft laugh that left Seven would probably serve a supervillain. “Somehow, I thought as much.” Then he landed another slap. While the heat of that pulsed through me, he had two fingers in my ass. That added a whole new burn.

Seven approached my ass with the same intensity and focus as he did all projects he was emotionally invested in: thoroughly, laser-focused, methodical… He wasn’t taking any chances in just slamming his dick in and hoping for the best. Instead, he took his time with lube and fingers while I desperately tried to focus on sucking Ollie’s dick.

I used to think I was good at multitasking. Apparently, I was wrong. More than once, Ollie thrust into my throat with my hair firmly gripped in his fist, growling a reminder to give his dick the attention it wanted.

Not wanting to let anyone down, I redoubled my efforts so much that Ollie lost control and blew his load with no warning whatsoever, making me choke and splutter on his salty cum.

“Fuck, Snow, I’m sorry,” he groaned with an edge of laughter. “I don’t even know what happened. Did you just use teeth? Shit, maybe I’m into a bit of pain too.”

Seven took that as a hint and smacked my ass with a crack of his open palm. I yelped and tensed around his fingers, then Gem sucked my clit and I exploded. Literally screamed as I came so hard I saw stars, Seven’s slick fingers buried to the knuckles in my ass and Gem’s face in my pussy.

“That’s it, Stella,” Seven purred, stroking my heated ass cheek with his free hand. “Good girl. That’ll be the first of many tonight.”

I gasped, a panicked sort of whimper escaping in lieu of real words, since my whole body was still trembling and buzzing with my climax.

“Careful what you ask for, Snow,” Ollie laughed, shifting aside and stroking his spent cock lazily as he reclined against the headboard. I knew from experience how quickly he could get hard again, but it looked like he was trying to beat a personal record…and I was excited to see if it worked.

“Take her mouth, Gem,” Seven ordered in a gruff voice. “I don’t wanna risk you licking my balls while I push in.”

Gem laughed but did as his twin suggested as he slipped into Ollie’s vacant position at my head. “You ready for this, Slick? You’re unleashing a beast.”

“Three,” Ollie murmured in agreement.

“Never been more ready in my life,” I groaned, then turned my head to stare at his twin behind me. “Are you going to fuck my ass, Seven, or just play with it?”

His brows rose, and a thread of anticipation tightened around my lungs. What was that saying about waving red flags around bulls?

Seven withdrew his fingers, gripped my cheeks in two firm handfuls, then thrust the tip of his cock into my ass with a smooth motion, making me yelp.

Gem laughed, then swept my hair up in his fist and smacked my lips with the tip of his cock. “Open up, baby girl. Let’s give you something else to focus on.”

I eagerly parted my lips and flattened my tongue for him to push in, but my mind was 100 percent focused on the unfamiliar sensation of Seven’s dick slowly pushing deeper into my ass. It was…not painful—not after all the prep and lube he’d dedicated to the task—but it was different .

“Relax,” Seven growled, his fingers biting harder into my flesh as he pushed in farther. “Don’t fight it, Stella, because I have the patience of a saint. If this takes all damn night, so be it, but I will be blowing my load inside this tight hole.”

Oh shit, dirty-talking Seven Harrison should be illegal.

“That’s it, beautiful,” Ollie murmured, shifting closer to stroke my spine encouragingly. “Relax into it. Let Gem into that well-trained throat too. I know you can take them, Snow baby. You’re so good at this. So perfect for us.”

His praise was blowing my fucking mind, and I forced my body to comply. I’d sucked enough dick in the last few months that he was spot-on in calling my throat well-trained. I could deep-throat all three of them without a second thought most days, but the whole anal situation had me a little distracted.

Shit. This was only two of them too. I still wanted Ollie in my pussy as well? Yes. Unquestionably yes. But I needed to get used to the anal thing first.

I wasn’t a quitter. I could take it—just like Ollie said. I’m good at this…and this poly-relationship could work long-term if I could take them all at once. I was utterly convinced.

“ Yessss ,” Seven hissed as I focused on letting my ass open, and he thrust in so far his hips slapped my ass. “Perfection. Do you want Ollie now, Stella? Or not yet?”

He withdrew a little as he spoke, rocking his hips rather than full-on fucking me. Letting me adjust and get used to the sensation which…I was really starting to enjoy.

My mouth was far too full to respond, though, and Gem pushed deeper into my throat like he wanted to keep me gagged and force Ollie to make his own decisions.

“So fucking pretty,” Gem murmured, tugging on my hair to force my eyes up to his. “This mouth was made to be fucked, Slick.”

“And this ass,” Seven groaned, sinking in once more and making me moan.

“But only by the three of us,” Ollie whispered firmly, snaking a hand beneath me to rub my clit. I tensed at the added touch, and both twins made an identical hissing gasp as my muscles tightened. “Just us…but so fucking perfect for us, Snow.” Then he pushed two fingers into my pussy, and I let out a long moan around Gem’s thick cock.

Fuck that felt good.

Seven took the cue to increase his intensity, fucking me more deliberately as Ollie thrust his fingers in my soaking cunt.

“You like that, don’t you?” Ollie commented thoughtfully, then added a third finger. It was a lot, filling me to almost an uncomfortable tightness, but I knew from experience that his cock was bigger.

Seven grunted, slamming in harder still. “She fucking loves it.” And smacked my ass hard . “Shit, that’s amazing. Again, Stella. Clench up like that again for me.” Another smack, and I couldn’t have disobeyed if I’d tried.

“I need to get in on this,” Ollie groaned, kissing my spine. “Boys, rearrange.”

Seven huffed a heavy sigh, then withdrew from my ass and Gem reluctantly released my mouth just long enough for Ollie to slip in beneath me. Gem politely shifted to the side so his friend wouldn’t be treated to a close-up view of his balls and asshole, then roughly grabbed my chin to reclaim his position in my mouth.

“Nice,” Ollie murmured, reaching down to line up, then thrust up into my slick cunt. “Fuck yes, like coming home. Your pussy is incredible. I can’t wait to take a turn in that perfect little ass…”

“Mine,” Seven growled, then reclaimed his spot and pushed deep.

I cried out at the intense stretch and feeling of absolute fullness, but Gem’s hard length muffled any more noises as they all buried balls deep within my body. It was, in a word, perfect .

Ollie was right. I definitely could take it, and better than that, I loved it.

The three of them worked with the kind of intuition and teamwork that only years of friendship and brother bond could produce, making me come over and over to the point I worried I would dehydrate or maybe lose function in my limbs.

When Seven finally came, it was with a roar and buried deep inside my ass. Then Ollie and Gem immediately switched positions to take their turns, while Seven lay back and watched, occasionally kissing me with his hand wrapped around my throat until he was hard again.

I totally lost track of time.

The guys were very careful to duck into the bathroom and clean up after fucking my asshole, which was appreciated for how many different rotations we hit…until eventually we all just collapsed .

Utterly spent in all the best ways.

“Six months…?” I murmured into the sleepy darkness sometime later, simply sensing they were all still somewhat awake.

Seven tensed beneath me. “That was the agreement,” he confirmed. Six months for them to convince me this relationship could work out long-term.

We really hadn’t dealt much with paps and media, but that was largely due to our sneaky ways in avoiding the public eye. It helped that I no longer worked in the celebrity-stalking space.

“We still have time left,” Gem pointed out, his hand finding my spine and stroking a gentle path.

I sighed, utterly content. “We don’t need it. I’m convinced already. I love the three of you so much it physically hurts some days, and the idea of ever leaving…it’s my worst nightmare. I’m in it for six months, six years, six decades. However long you want me, I’m yours.”

The collective sound of relief gusted through our shared bed, and I brushed a kiss on Seven’s chest.

“And we’re yours, Stella,” Seven replied in a husky voice, kissing my hair.

“Forever,” Ollie agreed, his hand on my butt squeezing reassuringly.

In the quiet darkness, Gem’s lips found mine, and he kissed me softly, letting his mouth say everything he didn’t have the words to express. He’s been mine since that first night over margaritas and nachos, and there had never been any doubt about it.

These three sexy-as-fuck men, with all their crazy fans and soaring careers…as insane as it still seemed…they were perfect for me and undoubtedly my happily ever after.

THE END