Chapter 13
Faye
Three Months Later
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out onto my hotel floor behind Agent Pederson. My feet throbbed in my heels, and I was ready to strip off my dress.
I’d flown to LA that morning, checked into my hotel to get ready, and then spent five hours smiling, posing, and networking at the gala. Now, walking down the hallway to my room, all I could think about was what was supposed to be waiting for me inside.
Or rather, who was waiting for me.
The idea sent a flutter through my stomach.
We stopped at my door where Agent Leeds was waiting, and Agent Pederson turned to me. “Have a good night. Agent Leeds will be out here if you need anything.”
I nodded, then used my keycard to open the door.
Jase and Dylan were stretched out on the couch, and their heads whipped toward me the instant I stepped inside.
Dylan stood first and smiled. “Hey, Princess.”
Jase rose too, his gaze dragging over me in a way that made my panties start to feel wet. “Damn. I’m glad we weren’t invited to the gala.”
I raised a brow. “Why’s that?”
“We’d have caused a scene trying to keep other guys from checking you out. You look gorgeous.”
I laughed. “Gorgeous but exhausted. My feet are killing me.”
They exchanged a look, and from the few times we’d been together, it had become clear that the two of them could communicate without words. It was something I thought was a bit of an unfair advantage.
“Come here and relax.” Dylan nodded toward the couch.
I didn’t pretend to hesitate. I dropped my clutch onto the table and let them guide me down between them.
Jase’s hand slid to my ankle. “Can I?”
“Please,” I breathed.
He slipped off one heel, then the other, and the second he pressed his thumbs into the arch of my foot, I let out an indecent moan.
Jase barked a laugh. “Shit, we’ve barely touched you.”
My cheeks flushed. “Sorry. It just feels good.”
He smirked. “Yeah, but noises like that make us want other things, and right now is all about you.”
Before I could answer, Dylan reached up and gently loosened the pins holding my hair in place. One by one, they fell into his palm until my hair spilled down my back. His fingers slid into the roots, massaging slow circles into my scalp, then moved to the tense spot at the base of my neck.
A shiver rippled through me. “Don’t stop.”
Jase’s hands moved up my calves, working out the knots in my muscles. My eyes drifted shut. Their touch was too much and not enough at once.
Dylan brushed a kiss just below my ear. “Missed you.”
Jase’s hands paused on my thighs. “Every damn day.”
Heat curled low in my belly. I opened my eyes slowly and looked between them. “I missed you guys too.”
Dylan’s gaze darkened. “Then let us take care of you.”
Jase leaned in closer, his voice low. “Starting with this …”
He slid his hands higher, and my breath caught.
Dylan’s hand moved to my jaw, tipping my head toward him. “You want this, Princess?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “God, yes.”
Jase pushed my dress even higher, bunching it at my waist. “Good. We’ve been fantasizing about this since you told us you were coming to LA.”
Dylan stayed near my head, brushing my hair back from my face and kissing my neck. “You have no idea how often I think about you just like this.” His mouth found mine again as Jase slipped his fingers under the lace of my panties.
“Soaked, as always.” Jase smirked.
“You’re such a cocky …” My words caught in my throat as he moved my panties aside and explored my already slick pussy with his fingers. A moment later, I was moaning.
He chuckled. “What was that, Princess?”
I shot him a playful glare. “You’re an asshole.”
His grin widened. “You wouldn’t have us any other way.”
He slowly pressed two fingers inside me, stretching me open as Dylan kissed me senseless. I gasped, as my hips lifted instinctively.
Dylan pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, while his thumb continued stroking my cheek. “You want to know what I’ve been dying to do since you walked through that door?”
I nodded, breathless.
He trailed his mouth down my neck and across my shoulder. “Get on my fucking knees and taste you.”
“Then do it,” I whispered. “But I want you both naked first.”
The three of us shed our clothes in record time before Dylan knelt in front of me. Jase hooked one of my legs over his arm, while Dylan gently pushed the other aside, spreading me open for him.
Dylan groaned when he finally got a clear look at me. “Jesus, Faye, you look so fucking pretty like this, dripping and desperate for attention.”
I didn’t have time to say anything before his tongue dragged over my core from bottom to top.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried, my head falling back as his mouth closed over me.
Dylan took his time, his tongue flicking and circling my clit with precision, driving me to the brink.
My breathing turned ragged, and I began rolling my hips, desperate for release.
“That’s our girl,” Jase praised, finger-fucking me again as Dylan latched onto my clit and sucked. “So fucking responsive.”
“God, I’m close,” I warned, gripping the couch cushions.
Dylan pulled back just long enough to grin. “Already? We just started.”
He dove back in, his tongue relentless now, and Jase leaned closer, his voice low and rough in my ear. “Come for him, Princess. Let Dylan taste all of you.”
That was all it took.
My climax hit like a tidal wave ripping through me. My back arched off the couch as I cried out, my thighs shaking against their hold.
Dylan didn’t ease up. He hummed against my pussy like he was the one coming, lapping me up as I pulsed against his tongue.
“Too much,” I gasped. “Fuck, it’s too much.”
Jase bent and kissed me, swallowing the sounds coming from my throat as Dylan slowed, licking and sucking as if he wanted to commit my taste to memory.
My eyes fluttered as Dylan dragged his tongue over my still-throbbing clit one more time, making me jerk. My legs tried to close, but he didn’t move.
“Stay open for me,” Dylan growled. “We’re not fucking done with you yet.”
“Jesus Christ,” I moaned, half-laughing, half-sobbing from how good it felt.
Jase pushed my hair back and kissed my cheek. “Think you can take more?”
I nodded. I’d gladly take whatever they gave me.
Dylan sat on his heels, his chin glistening with my juices, looking far too pleased with himself. “I want to watch you ride his dick next.”
Jase slid behind me on the couch, pulling me into his lap with my legs straddling his. “You hear that, Princess?” He gently bit the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder met as he rolled on a condom. “Think you can take me while he watches?”
“Yes. Please.” My voice was shaky, but I didn’t care. I was soaked, still trembling from the orgasm, and I needed to feel someone inside me. Immediately.
Jase guided his hard length to my opening, teasing me for a few agonizing seconds before pushing inside and stretching me open again.
“Yes,” I cried, my nails digging into his thighs.
He gripped my waist, steadying me as I adjusted to the fullness. “You’re so fucking tight, Princess. Even after he made you come, you’re still clenching like you’re starved for my cock.”
Dylan moved closer, watching shamelessly. “She must be, because she’s taking every inch of you like she was made for it.”
Jase’s hands slid from my waist up my body, then flattened one palm against my stomach as he began slow, deep thrusts that made my toes curl.
“Jase …”
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Feel me inside you.”
My hips moved instinctively, urging him deeper.
“Damn, you’re going to make me come sooner than I want.”
Dylan shifted closer, his eyes never leaving the place where Jase and I were joined. “Watching you take him like that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Jase tightened his hold, his movements growing stronger and rougher. One hand slid up my chest, his fingers brushing my collarbone before curling gently around my throat.
My breath hitched. His grip was firm, and I knew he’d let go the second I asked. But I didn’t want him to.
He snapped his hips up into me, making the couch creak beneath us. Each thrust sent sparks through my body, and the pleasure built fast.
Dylan reached out and cupped my jaw, tilting my face toward his. “Don’t hold back.”
The combination of Jase’s hand at my throat, Dylan’s eyes on me, and the way Jase was driving into me left my whole body trembling.
“I’m close,” I panted.
Jase’s hand tightened slightly, but it stayed gentle as his other hand slipped down my stomach, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing in perfect circles.
“That’s it,” he coaxed. “Come for me. Come on my dick.”
Something shattered inside me. I cried out, my body locking up as my second orgasm tore through me. I clenched around him, and Jase swore loudly behind me.
“Fuck, Faye.” He hammered into me erratically, chasing his own release.
“Just like that, Princess,” Dylan urged, stroking himself as he watched.
Jase gave one last powerful thrust, then froze, burying himself inside me as he came with a groan. His hand slipped from my throat to my waist, and his body shuddered behind mine.
I sagged back against him, boneless and shaking, and my head dropped against his shoulder.
With Jase still inside me, I peered up at Dylan through heavy-lidded eyes, but it wasn’t enough. Not when Dylan looked at me as if he needed me as much as his next breath.
“Dylan.” I reached for him, my fingers brushing his wrist and sliding down to join his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. “I want you.”
He stilled, his breath hitching as our eyes locked. “Faye, you just came twice.” His voice was thick with restraint. “We can wait—”
“No.” I shook my head. “I need to feel you. Please.”
He swore under his breath, then leaned in and kissed me like he couldn’t hold back. His kiss was rougher and needier than before. Jase held me steady while Dylan reached for his wallet on the coffee table, grabbed a condom, and tore the foil open.