Chapter 9 #3
I watched from across the tent as she pressed her lips together like she was trying not to smile, then slid her phone back into a hidden pocket and turned to the person talking to her father.
“Your face is really obvious right now,” Hayden commented under his breath.
“Finish your whiskey,” I told him.
“Already did,” he answered. “But I had no idea you two would go after the same girl.”
“Jealous?” I asked, grinning.
My brother-in-law snorted. “Not even close, but remember who her father is.”
“She wants it as much as we do,” Jase stated.
“Just be careful.”
“We will,” I said.
Once dinner was over, toasts were made, and then, finally, it was time for cake. Fallon and Rhett stepped behind it, both still glowing.
They cut it together, fed each other a bite, got frosting on their noses, and kissed it away as the guests cheered. Someone yelled for them to do it again. Fallon flipped the guy off and laughed.
Slices were passed out. A server dropped a slice of chocolate in front of me and another in front of Jase. We ate ours, and then I looked up to where Faye was.
She took a few bites of her cake, then sat back and let her gaze sweep the tent. When it fell on our table, my pulse kicked up. “Five minutes,” she mouthed.
Music shifted to something more upbeat as staff cleared plates, and the DJ invited everyone to the dance floor. Fallon and Rhett went out first, followed by what felt like half the tent.
I stayed put for a minute, watching the crowd. Tyler grabbed Hayden and pulled him to the dance floor, and then Jase and I made our way to the main house.
We slipped out along the edge of the tent, staying in the shadows where the light faded. Music and laughter rolled across the lawn, but all I really felt was excitement running through me as I thought about Faye upstairs.
“Walk normal,” Jase murmured. “You look guilty.”
“I’m walking toward the president’s house to meet his daughter in her room,” I answered. “I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to look a little tense.”
A path of low lights led to a smaller side entrance. An agent stood at the bottom of the steps, watching the flow of guests. His gaze fell on us, dropped to his phone, then returned.
“Statler. Matthewson,” he commented.
I swallowed. “Yeah.”
He gave a brief nod. “You’re clear to enter.” The agent pulled the door open, and we stepped inside. The kitchen was a blur of white jackets as staff moved about, too busy to notice two guys in suits cutting through their space. We found the hallway leading to the back stairs and headed up.
At the top, another agent stood at the corner, watching the far end of the hall. His gaze skimmed over us, then slid back to his sweep, with no questions.
“This is the wildest thing we’ve ever done,” Jase muttered.
“Top three,” I agreed. “Easy.”
At the end, a door stood open a few inches.
“That’s her room,” I said.
“No shit,” Jase replied.
I pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside.
Faye stood near the bed, her dress still on, heels off, bare feet sinking into the rug. A lamp on the nightstand lit her hair, and an empty champagne flute sat on the dresser.
Her mouth curved. “Took you long enough.”
“We came as quickly as we could,” Jase answered.
Faye’s gaze drifted over both of us, and the heat beneath my collar climbed.
She walked toward us, her dress swaying around her legs, the slit flashing more thigh with each step. Up close, I could see her lipstick was a little faded and a few strands of hair had slipped free. Seeing her look slightly imperfect made her hotter to me.
“You two gonna stare all night, or are you gonna kiss me?” she asked.
That snapped the last of my control.
I closed the space between us and cupped her jaw. Her eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second, then she rose onto her toes and met me halfway.
She tasted like champagne and frosting. She tilted her head, opened for me, and the kiss turned rough and fast. Her fingers grabbed my lapel and yanked me closer until our chests pressed together.
I felt Jase step in behind her. His hand slid over her hip. She broke away from my mouth and turned her head toward him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down.
He let out a low sound as their mouths met. He pulled back. “You have no idea what that dress did to us.”
“I’ve got an idea,” she answered, a little breathless. “I saw you staring at me all night.”
She caught my wrist, and dragged my hand around her waist so we were both on her, wrapped around her as she switched between our mouths. Her body moved against us, caught between us, and my brain tried to keep up with everything going on.
Jase kept his hands on her as I slid her hair over one shoulder. My fingers slipped beneath the thin straps resting on her shoulders and eased them down, the silky fabric loosening as it began to slide over her body and fall to the floor at her feet.
Under it, she wore nothing at all.
My breath stalled. “Holy shit.”
Jase just stared. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
She stepped out of the dress, nudged it aside with her foot, then hooked her fingers into our ties and tugged us back in, pressing her bare skin against our shirts. My hands settled on her waist and skimmed upward. Jase’s palms moved lower.
Goosebumps rose along her arms. She shivered and leaned into me, kissing me hard, her hand cupping my bearded cheek. When she turned to kiss Jase, I bent to her neck and tasted her skin, catching the quick hitch in her breath as I hit the spot under her ear.
“Jackets,” she muttered. “Off now.”
We stripped them off quickly and tossed them over the chair.
Her hands went straight to my shirt buttons, fumbling them open with impatient fingers.
Jase worked on his own. Faye pushed my shirt off my shoulders, tugged my undershirt off and then dragged her nails down my chest. Her touch was light but enough to make my muscles clench.
Jase’s bare arm brushed mine. That registered too, but I tried to ignore it.
We kicked off our shoes and stepped out of our pants, neither of us willing to stop kissing her even for a second. She backed up until her calves hit the bed and sat, then scooted to the middle and stretched out, her hair spread on the pillow. She held out a hand to each of us.
“Come here.”
We climbed onto the mattress, one on each side. The bed dipped under our weight as all three of us closed in. She pulled us down, and we were tangled fast.
Her hand slid over my chest, then across to Jase’s, then back, keeping both of us involved. Jase ran his palm over her stomach and up, his fingers tightening as he cupped her tit. Her gasp hit my mouth and went straight through me.
“Condoms?” she asked.
“Jacket,” Jase answered.
I reached for the chair, snagged his jacket, and dug into the inner pocket until I found the strip. The foil packets landed on the mattress between us. She picked one up, tore it open, and handed it to me.
“Hurry,” she urged.
As I rolled the latex on, she watched me, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded.
The second I was suited up, she pounced.
She shoved me flat on my back and threw a leg over my hips, straddling me.
The heat radiating off her was insane. I grabbed her waist to steady myself, mostly so I wouldn’t just buck up and fuck her right then and there.
She leaned down, her hair falling all around us, and kissed me again. Her hips began to move, a little back-and-forth that was pure torture against my aching dick.
Then she pulled away and looked over at Jase, already on his knees beside us, stroking his hard cock. “Do I get to taste you this time?”
“Yeah, Princess. Give me your mouth.”
She shifted to get on her hands and knees right between us. She looked back over her shoulder at me, her eyes conveying a challenge, and wiggled her ass.
“Fuck me, D.”
I didn’t even think. I was behind her in a second, grabbing her hips and pulling her back. I slid into her, and holy shit. It was like sinking into hot, wet silk. I buried myself balls-deep, and we groaned together.
I started moving, finding my groove, and that’s when she went for Jase.
She looked up at him, opened her mouth, and took his dick in.
I couldn't see what she was doing, but the wet, sloppy noises she made as she took him in filled the room.
The sensation of her body moving in sync with mine, the feeling of her ass slapping against my hips, and the knowledge of what she was doing to him …
it was almost too much. The room was filled with sounds—the slapping of our bodies and their shared moans of pleasure.
It was intense, raw, and utterly intoxicating.
I reached around her so my fingers could find her clit, and began rubbing it in circles. She gasped around his cock, and he cursed.
“Fuck, just like that,” Jase grunted as he fucked her mouth. “Take it all.”
She did. She took him so deep that her nose pressed against his stomach. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy clenching around me.
I started fucking her harder, as my fingers worked her clit faster.
I wanted to make her come.
I wanted to feel her milk me.
It didn’t take long. Her whole body convulsed as her orgasm hit, and she screamed as she slid her mouth off Jase’s dick. The way her pussy clamped down on me sent me over the edge. I slammed into her one last time and came so hard my vision went white.
Jase was right there. He groaned, held her head down, and came down her throat. She swallowed it all, her body still shaking.
We all collapsed, a sweaty, fucked-out mess. Faye was limp between us, her head on Jase, looking like a cat that had the cream.
After a minute, she laughed. “Okay,” she whispered. “That’s number one.”
She pushed herself up, crawled over to Jase, and straddled his chest. She kissed him, messy and deep, letting him taste himself.
“My turn to be in charge,” she said against his mouth. Then she looked at me. “You. Condom off.”
I hurried to the connecting bathroom and cleaned up.
When I stepped back into the room, Jase and Faye were kissing on her bed and just from watching my stepbrother make out with her, I was starting to get hard again.
I handed him a foil packet, and he broke away from her mouth long enough to roll on the latex.
She sank down onto his dick, letting out a satisfied sigh. Then she looked at me and held out her hand.
“Come here.”
I moved closer, and she grabbed my cock. After stroking it a few times, she guided it to her mouth.
She took me deep, her tongue doing things that should be illegal. Jase gripped her hips, thrusting up into her from below as she rode him.
I could feel myself getting close again. “Faye, I’m gonna …”
She pulled back just enough to speak. “Go ahead. I want to taste you.”
That was it. I was done. I came with a strangled cry, spilling into her mouth. She swallowed it all. Seeing that made Jase lose control. He slammed her down on his dick one last time and came with a shout, and a few moments later, Faye cried out in pleasure as another orgasm raced through her.
This time, we were truly done. We collapsed, completely spent. Faye lay between us, her skin flushed and glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. She looked from Jase to me, a triumphant, beautiful mess.