Chapter 15 Bonnie
BONNIE
Two weeks ago, I thought my biggest problem was being sold off to Marcus Stone.
Now I’m sitting on Titan’s lap while my husband goes to fetch another man so we can discuss how all three of them are going to share me.
My life has officially jumped off the rails into territory I don’t have a map for.
Titan’s arms stay wrapped around my waist, solid and warm. His chin rests on my shoulder, breath tickling my neck. I should probably move. But I don’t want to.
That’s the problem, isn’t it? I don’t want to choose. Don’t want to give any of them up.
What kind of person does that make me?
The door opens, and Ash walks back in with Ghost behind him. Ghost takes one look at me on Titan’s lap and his expression goes carefully blank. “What’s going on?” he asks.
Ash closes the door. “We need to talk.”
“About?” Ghost’s eyes haven’t left me.
“About the fact that we’re all dancing around the obvious,” Ash says. He doesn’t sit. “The cabin happened. We all know it happened. And pretending it was a one-time thing isn’t working.”
Ghost’s jaw tightens. “So what are you suggesting?”
“I’m suggesting we stop lying to ourselves.” Ash looks at me, then at Titan, then back to Ghost. “All three of us want her. She wants all three of us.”
“You’re talking about an arrangement.” Ghost’s voice is flat.
Silence stretches. I can feel Titan’s heart beating against my back, steady and strong. My own heart is trying to hammer its way out of my chest.
This is insane. Women don’t do this. Don’t marry one man and sleep with his best friends. Don’t admit to wanting three men when they’re supposed to pick one and be satisfied.
But I’ve never been good at doing what I’m supposed to.
“Bonnie already agreed,” Ash says.
Ghost’s attention snaps to me. “You did?”
“Yeah.” My voice comes out quieter than I intended. “I did.”
“Why?”
“I don’t see the appeal in being with just one of you,” I say slowly. “Not when I’ve got three such delicious options in front of me.”
Ghost stares at me like he’s trying to figure out if I’ve lost my mind.
Titan’s laugh rumbles through his chest behind me. “There’s my girl,” he says. “Greedy and perfect.”
“This isn’t how things work,” Ghost counters.
“Since when do we do things the normal way?” Titan asks.
“This is different.”
“Why?” I twist on Titan’s lap to look at Ghost properly. “Because I’m supposed to pick one of you and pretend I don’t want the others? Because there’s some rule that says I can only have one man, even though all three of you are willing?”
“It’s not about rules. I have a problem with how complicated this is going to get.”
“Life’s already complicated,” Ash says. “We’re in the middle of a war. Bonnie’s father is in prison. Marcus Stone wants her dead. Adding this to the mix doesn’t make things worse; it just makes them different.”
“Different how?”
“Different as in we share her instead of fighting over her.” Titan’s arms tighten around my waist. “We’re all adults who can handle an unconventional situation.”
Ghost is quiet for a long moment. Then he pushes away from the door and moves closer. “And you’re okay with this?” he asks me directly. “Not just saying yes because Ash wants it or Titan wants it. You actually want this?”
“I want this.” My hands are shaking, so I press them flat against my thighs. “I know it’s not normal. I know people will talk. But yeah, I want this.”
He studies my face. Looking for doubt, probably. Looking for any sign I’m being pressured.
He won’t find it.
“Okay,” he says finally. “Then I’m in.”
“Just like that?” Titan sounds surprised.
“Just like that.” Ghost’s eyes stay on mine. “If this is what she wants, I’m not going to fight her on it.”
Titan shifts me in his lap, turning me so I’m facing forward again. His hands slide up my sides in a way that makes my breath catch. “Good,” he says. “Because I’ve been dying to touch her again and I’m done waiting.”
Heat floods my face. “Titan—”
“You got her on the wedding night,” Titan says, looking at Ash. “Had her all to yourself. Meanwhile, I went crazy this morning, watching you two together.”
“So what are you suggesting?” Ghost asks.
Titan’s grin turns wicked. “I’m suggesting you two find somewhere comfortable to sit. Watch while I show Bonnie exactly what she’s been missing.”
My heart stops. “You want them to watch?”
“Want is a strong word.” His mouth is right by my ear now. “Need is more accurate.”
My mouth won’t form the words.
“Bonnie?” Ash’s voice pulls my attention to him. He’s watching us with interest, no jealousy in his expression. “It’s your call. You want privacy, we’ll give it to you. I don’t mind watching,” he says. “If you’re comfortable with it.
I look at him. Then at Ghost. Both of them are waiting for my answer.
This is insane. Taboo. The kind of thing women don’t admit to wanting.
But I do want it.
“Stay,” I whisper. “Both of you.”
Titan’s laugh rumbles against my back. “That’s my girl.”
He keeps me in his arms and carries me to my bed, setting me down gently despite the hunger in his eyes.
Ash locks the door, and Ghost moves to the couch in the corner of the room. They settle in like they’re about to watch a show, casual and comfortable.
“Just so we’re clear,” Titan says, looking at them. “No interrupting. She’s mine for the next hour. You two can wait your turn.”
“Wouldn’t dream of interrupting,” Ash says.
Ghost just nods.
Titan turns his attention back to me. “Now, where were we?” his hands are rough but deliberate, calluses scraping my skin as he grips the hem of my shirt. He pulls it over my head, exposing my bare shoulders, the cool air prickling my flesh.
His fingers move to my bra, unhooking it with a flick, letting it fall, my breasts bare under his stare. My nipples harden, aching as his eyes roam, hungry and unyielding.
He kneels slightly, tugging my jeans down, his knuckles brushing my hips, peeling the denim away with my panties, leaving me naked on the dark sheets. My body quivers, vulnerable, the weight of Ash’s and Ghost’s stares burning into me, their presence a silent pulse in the room.
Titan’s hands slide up my thighs, warm and rough, spreading them slowly, his calloused fingers grazing my pussy lips, brushing lightly, teasing without parting.
My breath catches, my core tingling as he leans in, his broad shoulders blocking the dim light, his presence overwhelming.
His mouth hovers over my breast, hot breath fanning my nipple, making it harden before he closes his lips around it, sucking.
His tongue swirls, lapping at the sensitive peak, and I gasp, my back arching, pleasure sparking through me.
He bites gently, teeth grazing, a sharp sting that makes me shudder, my nipple throbbing under his mouth.
“You like that?” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin as he moves to my other breast, sucking harder, his tongue flicking, then biting softly, tugging just enough to draw a soft moan from my throat.
“Yeah,” I whisper, my hands fisting the sheets, my body trembling as his hand cups my breast, squeezing gently, his thumb circling my nipple, keeping it peaked.
His other hand drifts lower, fingers stroking my pussy lips and spreading my growing wetness without dipping inside. My core clenches, slick and aching, his touch igniting a deep, pulsing heat that makes my thighs quiver.
He presses a finger against my clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles, my arousal coating his hand, the sensation building like a smoldering fire.
He slides one finger inside, curling against my inner walls, making my thighs tremble, my arousal coating his hand. And then another finger joins, pumping steadily, stretching me, the slick sound of my wetness filling the air as pleasure builds, deep and aching.
I glance at Ash and Ghost on the couch, their eyes locked on me, dark and ravenous, their gazes burning my skin.
Ash’s hands move to his jeans, his fingers unzipping with a low, metallic rasp that makes my pulse spike. He reaches inside, pulling out his cock, thick and heavy, the head glistening as he wraps his hand around it, stroking slowly, his jaw tight, eyes never leaving me.
Ghost follows, his zipper dragging down, the sound sharp in the quiet room. His long, fat cock springs free, smooth and hard, and he starts stroking with measured intensity, his gaze piercing, unyielding.
The sight of them, their cocks swollen, hands moving in sync as they watch Titan work my body, sends a searing jolt through my core, my pussy throbbing, wetness flooding my thighs, dripping onto the sheets.
“Fuck, Bonnie,” Ash says, voice low, molten with desire. “So fucking beautiful, letting him touch you like that.”
Ghost stays silent, his eyes intense, his strokes faster.
Titan’s fingers pump deeper, his thumb circling my clit, slow and torturous, my pussy pulsing around him, slick and greedy.
He adds a third finger, stretching me further, his movements steady, relentless, pleasure coiling tight as my hips buck, chasing his touch, my moans louder, raw with need.
“Gotta taste you now,” Titan murmurs, voice rough, his fingers slipping out, glistening with my arousal, his eyes dark with hunger as he licks them clean.
Ash’s voice is low, strained. “Fuck, she’s gorgeous.”
Ghost’s tone is quiet, intense. “So perfect.”
Titan spreads my thighs wider, his fingers parting my pussy lips, exposing my clit, glistening with arousal.
His tongue flicks out, licking slowly, savoring my taste, a low groan rumbling from his chest. He sucks my clit gently, then harder, his lips sealing around it, tongue circling with precision, driving pleasure through every nerve.
His hands grip my hips, holding me still as I writhe, my moans louder, my body trembling under his mouth.