25. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
I'm already naked in Hawk's bed, his cock buried deep in me, when Jett comes barreling through the bedroom door.
"You're a fucking asshole," he growls at Hawk, pulling his clothes off. "I was at a disadvantage."
"Too bad, so sad," Hawk says, the sound of our skin smacking together.
Jett walks over to the side of the bed, gazing down warmly at me. I peer at him through half-hooded eyes, breasts bouncing and legs nearly by my own head.
"You look nice and comfortable," he muses.
I nod, reaching for him. He steps closer, my hand wrapping around his hardening cock. "It's okay. Second place still gets rewarded."
Hawk heartily laughs, hands digging into my thighs as he slams into me.
"Oh, shut up, my pretty little slut," Jett grunts, pushing his cock between my lips.
I happily let him, humming on his shaft. He strokes my hair as he rolls his hips at my face, groaning.
"Are you ready to re-negotiate those limits?" Hawk asks.
Freeing my mouth, I look at him confused. "The limits?"
He slows his movements, watching me closely. "From the key party."
"I don't even remember what they were," I tell him, too dazed and distracted.
Hawk pulls out of me, flipping me onto my stomach before hastily pulling me back by my hips. His thumb brushes over my asshole gently, reminding me.
"I think you should take us both," he says huskily. "Let me fuck your tight ass while Jett takes your pussy."
My stomach clenches—a mixture of nerves and excitement conflicting me. I look up at Jett, checking for his reaction to the suggestion.
"It's up to you, Tempest," he says, putting his thumb in my mouth and dragging it down my bottom lip. "But I'd sure love to feel you."
"Will it hurt?" I ask wearily.
Hawk applies light pressure. "We'd never hurt you."
The pressure vanishes, suddenly replaced by his tongue as he buries his face into my pussy. I let out a loud moan, followed by a strangled noise as his tongue moves over forbidden territory.
My hips wiggle on their own accord at the sensation—my body confused at first. Slowly, I relax into it as Hawk switches between my ass and my pussy, pleasure engulfing me.
"Okay," I mutter breathlessly. "I'll try it."
Hawk pulls back, slapping my ass. "That's our good girl."
I feel him getting off the bed as Jett tips my chin up, kissing me deeply. Our tongues meet, only separating when I feel something cold land on my ass.
Hawk pushes some lube around my ass, gently stretching me with his finger. I tense up, but Jett grabs my chin.
"Look at me," he says, coaching me through it. "Focus on me." Leaning down, he kisses me again, urging me to relax. I do my best, staying still as Hawk adds another finger, slowly testing the waters.
"How does that feel?" he asks, kissing my ass.
Pulling back from Jett, I nod. "Good, I think."
The two of them laugh quietly, Hawk shifting positions to rest on his knees. I feel the tip of his cock brush against my asshole and I tense up again.
"Try to relax," he says, waiting. "Focus on Jett."
Jett moves onto the bed, spreading his legs out on either side of me. He grabs my face, locking eyes with me. "I'm here with you. I've got you, understand?"
I nod, head falling forward into his lap as Hawk slowly pushes into me. I squeeze Jett's hands, holding my breath as unfamiliar sensations take over my body.
It feels strange at first—but surprisingly, not a lot of pain as I adjust to him.
"Fuck," Hawk hisses, fingers digging into my hips. Quickly, he releases me, moving his hands to my pussy. He slides a finger inside, coaxing me to relax.
I let out a little moan, eyes squeezing tightly shut. There's more movement as Jett grabs my arms, lifting them up so he can scoot down lower. When I open my eyes, he places my hands on his chest, reaching between us to position his cock. I feel it against my lower abdomen, his hand stroking it slowly.
"Ready to try?" he asks, smiling brightly at me. He looks so happy, so carefree—that in that moment, it makes me want to give them anything.
I nod eagerly, shuffling up more, Hawk doing the same as a chain reaction.
Jett positions himself at my entrance and leans up, kissing me. "You do it—however slow you want."
I reach down, grabbing his cock from him as I inch him inside—slowly, testing the feelings. As I stretch around him, pleasure explodes through me, and I sink down rapidly until there's nowhere else for him to go. The two of them groan loudly, touching me where they can.
"Fuck, Tempest," Hawk hisses. "Just… fuck ."
He's speechless for the first time in his life, and I feel a little tug of pride that I've done that.
Jett smashes his lips onto mine, body still but kissing me with such fire and passion that it radiates through my entire body.
Slowly, I rock my hips, unsure what to do. They take the hint, steadily moving themselves, pulling out of my body before pushing back in.
It's nothing like anything I've ever expected before in my entire life, the feeling of being full and an ecstasy so great that I could die.
They work into a rhythm—Hawk pulling out as Jett goes in, repeating it over and over. Then suddenly, they change, the two of them sliding in and out at the same time.
I cling to Jett, my nails clawing his chest as I ride through the waves of pleasure. They fuck me together—their paces growing faster as my moans get louder. As I tumble down the glorious cliff, screaming their names and clenching them together, they can't hold on either, climaxing with me. The three of us drown happily, my body between them as they touch every inch of my skin.
It takes several long minutes before I manage to float back down to reality, the three of us sprawled out on the bed together. Hawk strokes my head while Jett runs his hand along my back. I'm buzzing happily, and it dawns on me we've reached a crossroads.
"So, where do we go from here?" I mumble, eyes closed.
"The shower," Jett answers with a laugh.
I lift my head, looking at him curiously. "No, I mean this. What are we? What do we do now?"
Hawk clears his throat. "Putting this aside—what do you want? I'm sure you've given some thought to our conversation."
"I did," I admit quietly. "I think I'm going to take the LSATs and look at law school options. I was going to talk to Dad about it on the weekend. But now I'm not sure."
"Why aren't you sure?" Hawk says more sternly.
I look at him, puzzled. "Because of this," I reply simply.
He sits up, letting out a sigh. "Rayne."
"What?" I grumble, sitting up to be on the same level as him. "It's a valid question."
"It just reiterates my entire point. You're going to do the same thing as always—fall back on comfort and routine."
I shake my head. "I disagree. This thing is… intense. It's new. It's going out of my comfort zone."
Hawk smiles at me, but it's different—like something is coming.
"You need to go to law school," he says. "It's what you should do."
"But that would mean leaving," I argue. "I don't want to now."
Jett reaches for me, putting his hand on my leg. "You have to go, Tempest. We're not going to hold you back."
"You wouldn't be," I shoot back, turning my attention to him. "I can still do other things."
"No, you can't," Hawk disagrees. "This is what you need to do. You need to be… you."
I stare at them baffled, wondering how we went from such a beautiful moment to a heated discussion. "I'm not leaving you."
"Yes, you are," Hawk snaps back. When he sees my face drop with hurt, he softens, brushing my hair back. "Just for a little while. It's not goodbye forever—it's just a hiatus until you sort some things out."
"You're pushing me away," I murmur hurtfully.
He sighs sadly. "It's for the best, Tempest. Go out there—conquer the world. Then once you have, you'll see things more clearly. You know it's the right thing to do."
"I can't believe this," I mumble, wiping away tears. "I thought we had something. It's fucked up—and God knows I have no idea how I'd explain it to our parents. But I thought it was something real. I thought you loved me."
Jett sits up, pulling my head around to face him. "It's because we love you that we have to let you go. Like Hawk said, it's not goodbye forever. But the longer we stay, it's hurting all of us."
I frown at him. "Hurting all of us?"
"We've delayed several projects the past few weeks," he admits carefully. "We have workers and contractors relying on us and we haven't been there for them—at least, not how we'd like."
Guilt rolls through me but he quickly notices, shaking his head. "No regrets," Jett whispers. "We wanted to do this. But now it's time we go back to our lives. Just for now—until we're all on our feet. Then we can face the future."
Despite the pain—the awful heartbreak—I know they're right. I had finally made a decision for myself and I want to throw it away before it's even started. And not once did I stop to think about what they were sacrificing for me.
Slowly, I resign myself to defeat, nodding wistfully. "So… this is it," I murmur. "We're really saying goodbye."
"Well, not yet," Hawk says, rolling his eyes. "Not this very second. But soon—yes. We're going to help get you sorted first."
"You don't have to do that," I tell him, giving him a tiny smile. "I can do it."
"Don't be ridiculous," he shoots back. "That's what we're here for. But stop thinking about it. Let's just focus on right now."
Jett stretches his arms up. "I think we should just order dinner tonight. Maybe watch a movie and work out a plan for you."
"I've already done that," Hawk says. "I'll run you both through it tomorrow. I think you'll be quite pleased with the timeline. All that's left for you to do is pick where you want to go."
"Stanford," I answer easily. "Like Dad."
Hawk smirks. "Figured as much. I've already printed out the application process for you to look over once you have your LSAT score."
"You seem awfully confident that I'll get a decent score the first time. People study for months."
"You won't need it," Jett laughs. "You just need to familiarize yourself with the test format and work on that for a few weeks. You'll be fine—plus you know Dad will help you prepare."
I look at them both wide-eyed. "You already thought all of this through? Before I even knew I was going to do it myself?"
Hawk leans forward, kissing me. "You knew all along what you wanted. We just had to remind you."
"You had to break me," I taunt.
"It's an effective method," he remarks. "Obviously."
Jett pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my body. "And you'll have a reminder of us," he says, reaching around my thighs to brush over their initials. "When the timing is right, we'll come find you. But it's time to live your life now."
"I want you in it," I say, relaxing back against him.
"We'll still be around," he replies lazily, drawing circles around the 'J'. "Probably more than you realize."
I laugh, looking at Hawk. "What now? You're going to stalk me in California?"
With a completely serious expression, Hawk raises his eyebrows. "Abso- fucking -lutely. We'll be watching, Tempest. Just like always."