21. Chapter 21
Wren
I wake to warmth between my thighs, a slow, delicious sensation pulling me from dreams. Morning light filters through the hotel curtains, painting the room in soft gold. For a moment, I'm disoriented—then I feel it again: a gentle, deliberate stroke against my most sensitive flesh.
I lift my head slightly and see Jace between my legs, his dark hair tousled from sleep, his eyes meeting mine with heated intensity as his tongue moves in another languid sweep.
"Morning," he murmurs against my inner thigh, his stubble creating delicious friction against my sensitive skin. "Hope you don't mind the wake-up call."
My hips lift involuntarily, seeking more contact. I feel the mattress shift as Theo stirs beside me, his hand coming to rest on my stomach.
"Mmm, started without me?" Theo's voice is rough with sleep, but his eyes are alert, hungry as they take in the sight before him. He leans down to kiss me, swallowing my silent gasp as Jace's tongue finds my clit.
"I couldn't resist," Jace says, pausing to press a kiss to my inner thigh. "She tastes better than coffee."
The casual intimacy of his words sends heat flooding through me. I arch beneath his mouth as he returns to his task with renewed focus, his tongue making slow, deliberate circles that have me clutching at the sheets.
Theo's hand slides up to cup my breast, his thumb brushing across my nipple until it hardens beneath his touch. "God, you're beautiful in the morning," he murmurs, watching my face as pleasure builds. "All flushed and responsive."
I reach for him, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him down for another kiss. His mouth is demanding against mine, swallowing the silent sounds of pleasure I can't voice as Jace works between my thighs.
Jace slips a finger inside me, curling it forward in a way that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. My body tightens around him, my hips rising to meet his mouth.
"That's it," he encourages, adding a second finger, stretching me deliciously. "Let go for us, Wren."
The combination of his fingers and tongue pushes me rapidly toward the edge. Theo's hands on my breasts, his mouth hot against my neck—it's overwhelming in the best possible way. My body tenses, trembling on the precipice.
"Come for him," Theo whispers against my ear, his voice commanding in a way that sends shivers down my spine. "Let him feel how good he makes you feel."
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, my back arching off the bed as pleasure radiates outward from my core. Jace doesn't let up, his fingers and tongue working me through every aftershock until I'm gasping, my body hypersensitive.
When he finally pulls away, his chin is slick with my arousal, his eyes dark with want. "Perfect," he says, crawling up my body to claim my mouth in a kiss that lets me taste myself on his tongue.
I reach for him, my hand sliding down his stomach to find him hard and ready. He groans into my mouth as my fingers wrap around him, stroking slowly.
"Wait," he says, pulling back reluctantly. "I don't have protection with me."
Theo makes a frustrated sound beside us. "Me neither. Wasn't exactly planning for this when we left the studio."
I shake my head, releasing Jace long enough to sign, "We were all tested before the shoot, remember." My hands hover in the air for a moment, then continue with more certainty. "And I have an implant." I look between them, my eyes asking the question my hands don't need to form.
Jace's lips curl into a knowing smile. "Company policy," he confirms, voice rough.
"Best paperwork I ever filled out," Theo adds, his breath hot against my neck.
My hands move again, slower this time, making each gesture unmistakable: "Then I want you both. Now."
Something flares in their eyes—hunger, possessiveness, need. Jace kisses me again, harder this time, his hand tangling in my hair. When he pulls back, his voice is rough with restraint.
"How do you want us?" he asks.
I consider for a moment, then direct them where I want them to go.
"Fuck," Theo breathes, already moving into position behind me. "Are you sure?"
I nod, my certainty absolute. I want this—want them—in every way possible.
They rearrange themselves with surprising coordination, as if they've done this before. Jace settles against the headboard, his back supported by pillows, while Theo positions himself behind me. I find myself on my hands and knees between them, my body humming with anticipation.
Jace cradles my face in his hands, his expression tender despite the raw desire in his eyes. "If it's too much at any point, tap my thigh three times," he says. "We'll stop immediately."
I nod, my heart swelling at his concern even in this moment of intense desire.
Theo's hands grip my hips, his thumbs making soothing circles on my skin. "Ready, sweetheart?" he asks, his voice strained.
I answer by lowering my head, taking Jace into my mouth in one smooth motion. His sharp inhale is intensely satisfying, as is the way his hands tighten in my hair.
Behind me, I feel Theo position himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. He enters slowly, giving me time to adjust to the stretch. The sensation of being filled makes me moan around Jace, the vibration causing him to curse softly.
"Christ, Wren," Theo groans once he's fully seated. "You feel incredible."
He begins to move, setting a measured pace that allows me to focus on pleasuring Jace. I establish a rhythm between them—taking Jace deeper as Theo withdraws, pulling back as Theo thrusts forward.
"Look at you," Jace murmurs, his voice thick with wonder and arousal. "Taking both of us so perfectly."
His words send a fresh wave of heat through me. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, reveling in the way his breathing changes, the way his fingers tighten in my hair.
Theo's pace increases gradually, his thrusts becoming more insistent. One of his hands slides around to find my clit, circling it in time with his movements. The dual stimulation makes my inner muscles clench around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.
"That's it," he encourages, his fingers working more deliberately. "God, you're getting tighter."
I can feel another orgasm building, a tight coil of sensation winding at my core. Jace must sense it too, because his hand cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek with surprising tenderness given the circumstances.
"Let go," he says softly. "We've got you."
Theo's thrusts become more purposeful, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyelids.
His fingers on my clit move faster, more insistently.
The combination of sensations—Jace heavy on my tongue, Theo deep inside me, both of them surrounding me with their heat and strength—pushes me over the edge.
The orgasm tears through me with stunning intensity, my body clenching around Theo as waves of pleasure radiate outward. I manage to keep my rhythm on Jace despite the overwhelming sensation, determined to bring him the same pleasure.
"Fuck, I can feel you coming," Theo groans, his pace faltering slightly before he regains control. "So tight around me."
Jace's breathing becomes more ragged, his hips lifting slightly to meet my mouth. "I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "So close."
I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, using every trick I know to push him toward release. His hands tighten in my hair, guiding me now rather than letting me set the pace. The slight edge of control in his grip sends another pulse of heat through me.
Behind me, Theo's movements become more erratic, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks. "Can't hold back much longer," he grits out. "You feel too good."
The knowledge that I'm bringing them both to the edge fills me with a fierce satisfaction. I work them both with renewed determination, my body still sensitive from my own release.
Jace comes first, his body tensing as he spills down my throat with a deep groan that seems torn from somewhere primal inside him. I swallow everything he gives me, maintaining eye contact as he watches me through heavy-lidded eyes.
The sight must push Theo over the edge because his rhythm falters, his thrusts becoming deeper, more desperate. With a curse that sounds almost like reverence, he drives deep one final time, his body shuddering against mine as he finds his release.
For a moment, we're all still, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. Then Theo carefully withdraws, pressing a kiss to the small of my back as he does. Jace helps me up, pulling me against his chest, his arms wrapping around me protectively.
Theo stretches out beside us, his hand finding mine and squeezing gently. "Well," he says, a smile in his voice. "That's officially the best morning I've had in... ever."
I laugh softly, my shoulders shaking with mirth. Jace presses a kiss to my temple, his arms tightening around me.
"How are you feeling?" he asks softly.
I pull back just enough to sign, "Amazing. Complete."
The truth of the words strikes me as soon as I form them. Complete. That's exactly how I feel, nestled between these two men who know all of me—every secret, every persona, every fear—and want me anyway.
"Good," Theo says, propping himself up on one elbow to look at me properly. "Because we meant what we said last night. We're not going anywhere."
"And we're going to figure out who's behind this," Jace adds, his voice taking on that determined edge I recognize from our gaming sessions. "Starting today."
The reminder of the danger still lurking outside our bubble of warmth sends a chill through me. But it's different now. The fear doesn't consume me the way it did before. Now, it's tempered by something stronger—the certainty that I'm no longer facing it alone.
I sit up, gathering the sheet around me, and sign, "Where do we start?"
Jace and Theo exchange a look, something passing between them that I can't quite read. Then Jace nods, as if coming to a decision.