Chapter 17 #3
Then the bed shifted. I felt Dylan move beside me, his weight pressing into the mattress.
I assumed he was moving in to take his turn with Faye, but when I opened my eyes, he wasn’t reaching for her.
He was propped up on one elbow, looking down at me.
His expression was serious, his eyes darker than I’d ever seen them.
“Jase,” he whispered.
“Yeah?”
He didn’t answer with words; he just leaned in and kissed me hard.
It wasn’t tentative.
It wasn’t a question.
It was a statement.
I jerked back as if I’d been burned, my hand coming up between us to push at his chest. “What the hell, bro?”
Faye stopped. The room went silent except for our ragged breathing.
He backed away, his face flushed. He looked scared. He looked like he’d just jumped off a building with no safety net. “I … Sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”
“You kissed me,” I stated, the words flat and stupid in the air.
“I know.” He dragged a hand over his hair, his gaze dropping to the sheets. The confidence he always carried was gone.
“Don’t you dare be sorry,” Faye told Dylan, her voice soft but firm. She crawled up the bed and positioned herself between us, looking back and forth. She put a hand on Dylan’s cheek, turning his face toward hers. “You want to kiss him?” she asked, like she was asking if he wanted a glass of water.
He swallowed hard, then his eyes flicked to me for a second before going back to her. He gave one slight nod.
Faye turned to me, her hand came to my face, her thumb stroking my cheek. “Jase,” she said, her voice dropping to a murmur. “Look at him.”
I did. Dylan looked wrecked.
“He wants to kiss you, and I really, really want to see it.” She leaned closer, her lips brushing my ear. “We’re together, so why not all of us be together?”
Because this was Dylan.
My best friend.
My stepbrother.
We had shared everything. We’d grown up together since we were eleven, then we shared a dorm our first year at UCLA, then an apartment for the rest of college.
We’d shared countless hotel rooms, all our victories and shitty failures, and we’d always shared her.
But this? Him kissing me? That broke every rule I thought we had.
It wasn’t just unexpected. It was a boundary I hadn’t known he wanted to cross.
I looked at him again. The raw desire in his eyes hadn’t faded.
It was mixed with panic now, a fear that he’d broken us.
I thought about all the times he’d had my back.
All the times I’d had his. He’d never asked me for anything like this.
My resistance melted away.
Faye saw the change in me instantly. She smiled—a real, bright smile—and shifted, giving Dylan room. “Go on,” she whispered.
“You sure?” he asked me.
I nodded slightly, still unsure but now intrigued by what was happening. “Yeah.”
He moved slowly this time, like he was approaching a spooked animal. He cupped the side of my face, his thumb retracing my cheekbone. His touch was cautious, but I didn’t flinch.
I held his gaze.
He leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine again. It was softer this time.
When I didn’t pull back, he deepened it. His tongue touched the seam of my mouth, and I opened for him. The taste of him, of us, exploded in my mouth. It was weird and perfect and so fucking intense my head spun.
One of my hands came up and gripped the wrist of the hand still cupping my cheek, not to pull him off, but to hold on.
To anchor myself.
A groan vibrated in his throat, and he kissed me harder, his other hand tangling in my hair.
“Yes,” Faye breathed. “Just like that.”
I kissed him back. My free hand came up and gripped his shoulder, pulling him closer as we lay on the bed facing each other. It was clumsy and too hard, but he didn’t seem to care. He met me with equal force, his erection pressing into my thigh.
We broke apart, gasping for air, our foreheads pressed together. Dylan’s eyes were wide, blazing with something I’d never seen before.
“That was …,” he started.
I could only nod, my brain too fried for words. It felt as though a door blew open inside me, and I was standing on the threshold, terrified and exhilarated.
Faye’s hands slid over my stomach, her nails scratching lightly. “Don’t stop,” she murmured, then leaned in and pressed her lips to the side of my neck in a soft kiss. “Let’s keep going.”
Dylan understood. He looked from her to me, a new kind of determination in his eyes. He kissed me once more before he moved downward, his mouth leaving a trail of fire on my skin, heading lower with single-minded purpose.
I let him.
A growl tore from my throat as his mouth closed over me. It was a shock of wet heat, so intense it blurred my vision. My hands fisted in the sheets, then flew up to clutch at his hair. He hummed, the sound vibrating through my whole body, and he took me deeper.
“That’s it,” Faye whispered against my neck, her breath hot on my skin. “Just like that.”
She moved, swinging a leg over my head and positioning her pussy over my face as she faced Dylan. My tongue darted out, taking a swipe of her sweet juices and then sucking on her lips. “Oh god, Jase … yes,” she cried out, her hands braced on my chest for balance.
She rocked against my mouth, her movements growing more frantic. The taste of her was on my tongue as the pressure of Dylan’s mouth worked my dick. I felt his stubble scraping my thighs, the tight seal of his lips, and the way he swallowed and sucked around me.
Faye suddenly went still above me, her body tensing. “Wait,” she panted, her voice strained with need. “I want more. I want to taste Dylan too.”
Before I could process her words, she rose off of me.
Dylan popped off my cock, and then we were all moving, forming a triangle on the bed, with me at the foot, my mouth where it needed to be to eat Faye’s pussy again.
She and Dylan angled themselves so their bodies faced each other, allowing him to wrap his mouth around my shaft while Faye did the same to him.
We were a messy, perfect tangle.
My tongue was buried in Faye’s heat, her taste flooding my mouth. At the same time, Dylan’s mouth was a hot, wet heaven around my dick, his head bobbing at a pace that made me see stars. And the sounds he was making told me Faye had him deep in her throat.
My hand slid up Faye’s thigh, my fingers digging into her skin. She whimpered around Dylan’s cock. The whole thing was an insane, closed loop of pleasure—me getting her off, her getting him off, him getting me off. My brain couldn’t keep up.
I had to see.
I forced my eyes open and looked between us all.
Dylan was right there on his side, facing me.
I could see every line of his toned stomach, the way his jaw worked, and his eyes closed in concentration as he sucked me.
At his crotch, I could see Faye’s face. Her cheek was pressed against his hip, her eyes were shut, and her throat worked as she took him deep.
Returning to Faye, I worked her clit with my thumb, circling the nub fast, and then leaned forward to use my mouth again.
Her hips jerked against my face. A pulsing tremor hit my tongue, then another.
She was coming. Her whole body clenched, and a raw, muffled scream tore out of her, choked off by Dylan’s cock in her mouth.
That did it.
I lost it.
Before I could warn Dylan, my orgasm ripped through me like a lightning bolt. I groaned as I emptied myself into his mouth. He swallowed around me, gulping me down, and then his own body locked up. A rough, broken cry shook out of him as he came down Faye’s throat.
For what felt like forever, the only sounds in the quiet room were our heavy breathing.
I rolled onto my back, my chest heaving, and stared blankly at the ceiling. Faye shifted, curling into my side and resting her head on my sweaty chest.
Dylan’s hand fumbled across the sheets. His fingers brushed my arm before sliding into my hand. I didn’t pull away. I just turned my hand and locked my digits with his, holding on tight.
Faye drew a slow, lazy circle over my pounding heart with her fingertip.
For a second, I waited for panic to hit, for my brain to start screaming that this was too much. It didn’t. I just felt worn out in the best way, with Faye breathing against my chest and Dylan’s hand locked in mine. We’d just done something we never even talked about before, and I was okay with it.
We could freak out later if we needed to, but right now, all I wanted was to fall asleep with both of them and wake up still touching them in the morning.