Chapter 27
27
ROBE
I scared the shit out of her.
It was all I could think of the whole time Mari had slept off the dizziness that slammed into her the moment I tried to offer more of who we were to her. That my grace period was up and that lost her. Like I lost others.
But with Mari it wasn’t the same. I wanted her.
We all did.
Miller’s affection confused her. I saw it in the way she peeked at him over her crispy waffles and when she was curled on my lap and tensed every time he spoke. Her gaze tracked him whenever he entered or left a room.
Something had happened between them. I knew that much, and Alan made his own hints about the time they spent in the bedroom when I sent them away. A mess of my own making, of course, and not knowing irritated the shit out of me. Strange enough for the stubborn man, he broke the tension in the short term between us all, if not in the way he intended.
“That’s too cute.” Mari flirted with Alan in her safe zone as he showed her his new stripperesque crop top and matching black glitter boots.
I bit back a snarl; I’d be sweeping that shit out of my floorboards for the next decade.
“Right? I’ll give you a private show, sweetcheeks.” He winked and tucked the clothes behind the bar before waltzing around to her chair.
“You know he’s just horny for you, sweetcheeks ,” Miller snapped, his fists white at his sides as he stared at them from his end of the room.
Mari looked across at him with a display of innocence that left my heart swelling. She’d healed faster than any of us had believed possible. Jon grinned at my side as Alan patted her head, drawing her attention back to him, then scooped her off her chair, sat in her warm spot, and balanced her on his lap.
“You scared me!” She slapped at his chest with zero hesitation.
He grinned down at her, his gaze tracking to her lips. “Did I?”
She stared, unmoving.
The air charged, filled with the underlying static desire always present in the room if Mari stayed with any of us in the long term. His hands slid around her waist, his touch changing from protective to predatory. Alan looked up at me, and something feral in his gaze shifted before he refocused on her.
“If I kiss you in front of them, who would you ask to join in?” he whispered in his silken voice, the one he utilized for seduction and intel.
When he aimed that honed weapon at Mari, she flushed head to toe and wriggled on his lap in a way that earned a grimace from him while every one of us reached to adjust our cocks.
“Is that—” She stumbled over her thoughts, swiveling to take in Miller’s glower and Will’s always-eager eyes. She bit her lip, shaking her head. “Robe wouldn’t approve.”
Part of me—a very hard, straining part— did approve, but I kept that to myself.
“Come on, Mari. The big man likes a good show. Haven’t you learned that yet?” Alan smiled, all cunning and sweet promises.
I leaned back and watched, as keen as my spy to hear her answer.
Mari swallowed, her attention flicking between us. “I don’t think he’s an audience to be pandered to,” she murmured loud enough for us all to hear.
I hid my grin. She had me pinned, all right. Alan had earned the surprise I had in store for him, but I suspected she’d like where he took this—and what would come after.
He, on the other hand, would not.
Even Jon tried to prevent our resident stripper from digging his own grave with a subtle shake of his head, a rare intervention on his end.
Alan smirked at me. “Robe likes a show as much as anyone, remember? Trust me.”
Mari looked over his shoulder, seeking permission. My cock swelled at the thought of her submission. I let a wicked smile spread across my lips, showing teeth.
She glanced back at Alan, but he didn’t give her a choice. He cupped her chin and tipped her head back, claiming her mouth in a rough kiss that devolved into the realm of pornographic as she moaned, arching to accept his touch before us all.
Her neck curved, her attention focusing on him. He’d wish he hadn’t pushed this in a few minutes when I released the grudge I’d been holding since that day in my bathroom when he made her come before I’d touched her.
For now, he could have his way. A few more minutes wouldn’t matter. Then I’d claim my vengeance for the time he’d stolen from me.
I raised my eyes to meet his startling blue gaze head-on as he kissed her with his eyes open. We never took liberties from one another. We were a unit, and that’s not how we played it. How we survived.
But Alan refused to play by our rules. I looked forward to his punishment.
He settled in the chair, pulling Mari deeper onto his lap. Lean, inked arms wound around her waist as he deepened the kiss, his long-fingered hands wandering without interruption. She whimpered into his mouth as he scraped his nails beneath the tender curve of her breast, reaching up to tease her peaked nipple. He tugged at the hard nib, visible through her T-shirt, then pulled the material down to expose the slightest hint of dusky pink where it contrasted against a creamy swell and ran his thumb along it.
She writhed on his lap, twisting away from his hands, though her moans and soft cries told every one of us how much she loved what he did to her.
My cock strained at every sweet sound that slipped from her lips, her eyes squeezed tight. His gaze lifted again to hold mine, triumph glittering there as he laughed into her mouth. I was hard as steel, lacing my hands at my back in a familiar pose to stop myself from rubbing one out, a voyeur in my own fucking house yet again.
There would be plenty of playtime in a few moments. Alan was right; I did like a show.
Just not the sort he put on.
The moment his hands ran down her perfect thighs, scars and all, and teased the hem of her dress upward, I knew he’d already made up his mind to take their encounter too far. She stiffened until he cooed something into her ear, his voice too low for anyone else to hear. Her limbs went liquid soft, and she sank into him without resistance. I ached to know what he’d promised her.
Her head drifted lower to rest on his shoulder after he broke the kiss, both of their chests heaving. A show of defiance vied against victory to decorate his angular face.
No one moved, and she didn’t object.
“Sundress season,” Will whispered reverently.
Positioning Mari on his lap the way he wanted, Alan applied pressure to her thighs, drawing the pale flesh apart. He stroked his fingertip up the inside of her legs over the scars marring her skin. The lines had faded, but the heavier marks would remain, a forever reminder of her trauma.
My rage stoked anew. I watched them through slitted eyes, forcing myself to remain still as he murmured more soft things we couldn’t hear into her ear. She shivered, grabbing at his wrists, but let him open her legs until her knees dangled off his thighs in a reverse straddle.
Her dress hiked up, her thighs spread open, the growing wet spot on her panties visible to everyone in the room. She released a shaky breath, relaxing for a second before her eyes flew open, clearly remembering that we watched. A deep pink flush stained her exposed chest, traveling up to her cheeks, and her gaze locked with mine.
Watching Alan brushing light fingers over her nipples and along her throat as she arched back might have been one of the sexiest moments of my life. The damp spot on her pretty white panties glistened, her arousal leaking around the scalloped edges as she held my gaze.
Jon shifted at my side, his breaths coming heavier. The room grew pensive. I didn’t break my concentration from the show Alan was putting on, though awareness of the other three sets of eyes locked on the girl laid open before us flickered at the edges of my attention.
Biding my time, I waited until Alan kissed her again, spearing his tongue into her mouth at the same time as he stroked her covered pussy. She writhed for him, spread open for a one-man feast.
I turned my head and spoke out of the corner of my mouth. “Let him play. We’ll have our turn.”
Jon grunted, crossing tense arms over his chest.
More than one of us sported a raging boner; every man in the room watching her wanted the same thing: to push those panties aside and drive himself balls deep into her searing heat. Hell, even Miller gripped the windowsill with whitened knuckles to prevent himself from acting on whatever dark fantasy crossed his tortured mind.
Mari whimpered again, wriggling on Alan’s lap, though for a different reason than before. He worked his fingers along her covered mound until her panties soaked to the dripping point. She rubbed herself against him, her head thrown back as he kissed her senseless. I doubted she knew what she looked like, splayed over his body, reacting to every touch with a fresh surge of need that scented the air of a cabin full of predators homed in on fresh prey.
When she stiffened in his arms, her body tensing as she sucked shallow, irregular breaths from the overheated room, his time ran out.
“Stop.” My voice rang through the room, enhanced by years of practice.
Alan broke the kiss with a smile, releasing her with one hand, and reached between them to free his cock.
I held his eyes when he looked at me and shook my head once.
His mouth dropped open, the hand hovering over her dripping slit freezing midstroke. “What?”
I ignored his plea. “Hold her legs open.”
“Robe,” she breathed, blinking lust-drunk eyes as she tried to focus on me.
Guilt flashed across her face, warring with desire as she opened her mouth. Nothing came out except that pretty pink little tongue wetting her lips.
I’d never seen a sight so damn alluring in my life as Mari stared up at me, breath leaving her kiss-bitten lips in sharp pants.
“A little while ago, you two had fun without me.” I watched Mari and ignored Alan, despite the objections he formed that went nowhere. Jon growled at my side, and he froze in place. “Jealousy crippled me that day. It should have been me kissing you with my hand in your pants.” Mari whimpered at my description, but I needed them to hear me out. “Alan. You’ve had your playtime. I hope it was worth risking my wrath. You can sit this one out.”
Mari looked like she’d stopped breathing altogether. I stepped forward, ignoring the protests of the man beneath her. Neither spoke as I tapped Alan’s open hands with a hard finger, canting my head to one side.
“ Open her legs. ”
Alan’s eyes lit on me, filled with disquiet and twisted arousal at the situation I forced him into. “Sir.”
I couldn’t tell if his tone reflected regret, but it didn’t matter. His hands planted on Mari’s thighs, he spread his legs wide, tilting her ass up for access. With her legs flung over his, she had no choice but to follow his cues. Held open, exposed, she shuddered her arousal on his taut body, the heady scent of her need permeating the air.
Even at this angle, I could see his straining cock jammed against the crack of her ass. I didn’t give a fuck if he got off or not, but he wouldn’t go behind my back ever again.
“Is this okay, Mari?” I trailed my fingertips along her scars, kneeling to lick each faint white line.
Her muscles tensed, but she could wait for her pleasure. Alan had jumped the gun on pushing her and could have done more damage than good. That he’d been right irked me. Still, I refused to continue until she showed me I wasn’t forcing her for my own purposes. My control frayed thin, I raised my head, resting my cheek on the inside of her thigh.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and let it pop free, red and swollen from Alan’s rough kisses. Her tongue followed, tracing the tender flesh, and I nearly came in my pants.
“Yes. Please, Robe. I want you. I want this .”
My heart swelled at the way she begged, gazing down at me, adoration and need melding in the soft play of her voice. She’d given me a green light, and despite every prior reservation and fear, she was ready for me. For all of us.
I turned my head and kissed along her inner thighs, tracing the elastic edge of her panties. Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I licked her covered slit taint to top, tasting her arousal.
She gasped, her head falling back. Tension abandoned her legs in lieu of her growing pleasure as she sagged against Alan’s body. He groaned, burying his mouth against the curve of her throat. Licking and sucking there, he marked her pale skin as he begged me with hooded eyes to deny him that pleasure too.
I let it ride, tugging the damp cotton from her pussy with an easy lift of her ass. Mari moved like liquid in my hands with Alan’s help. I peeled her panties down her thighs and off her body, then hung the soaked fabric on Alan’s finger. “Hold this.”
“Asshole.” He mumbled some other insult as well, but I didn’t care. He’d earned the punishment he wore right now.
Sliding my thumbs along her folds, I spread her open and dipped my head. Explosions burst across my taste buds as I swallowed Mari’s sweet arousal. She mewled above me, twisting and writhing.
Alan did his job holding her still and kept her legs wide for me. I stroked my thumb over the rosebud of her ass, drawing a slick of her arousal to lubricate her there as I sucked on her clit. Alan’s cock strained against the graze of my hand, and I gave his balls a hard squeeze through the denim, rubbing my thumb over his sac.
His groan filled the room, echoed by someone else, though I kept my attention on the pair in front of me. I wanted them both panting and covered in her fluids by the end of this. I released him with a hard smack to his bulge and returned to teasing Mari’s asshole. She trembled at the touch, pressing forward and then pulling away. I knew she’d be scared, but she wanted this too. I thrust my tongue harder into her slicked pussy, easing my thumb into her dark hole.
Her debauched scream encompassed everything I loved about her. She broke Alan’s hold, wrapping her legs around the back of my head and pressing my greedy mouth to her smooth center.
The dual sensations sent her body into overdrive, and she bucked against my face. Working my thumb back and forth against the tight ring of muscle, I teased every nerve ending there until her body gave out, letting me in. I slipped my thumb fully into her ass, encountering little resistance as I sucked on her clit.
She trembled between us, clinging to Alan. Her legs held me to her body as she rode out her orgasm against my face. Sweet, hot need flooded my mouth as Alan groaned his frustration aloud, rubbing his imprisoned cock against her ass crack and my knuckles.
I slapped his thigh hard enough to break through his rutting haze. He stilled, panting at me over her shoulder. His teeth clenched with the denied orgasm, but he didn’t dare disobey me a second time.
The three of us dripped with sweat by the time her knees loosened around my head. I swiped my thumb over his jeans and collected her cum from my face, pushing up on screaming knees to shove my pussy-slicked fingers into Alan’s mouth.
“Clean.”
Mari watched us through heavy-lidded eyes as he sucked on command. I squeezed his balls hard again as a second reminder, not letting go as I played with him brutally, and the suction of his lips increased. My dark smile couldn’t have been more fucked up.
“What a good little slut you make.” I twisted his words to Mari and threw them back at him.
Mari echoed Alan’s raw moan as she reached for me, frenzied. Afraid my pulsing cock would unload before I sank into her gushing pussy, I fixed my gaze on her while Alan’s tongue licked her pleasure from the palm of my hand.
“Are you ready?” I gave her a moment to breathe before I ruined her.
Mari nodded, and I pushed forward, splitting her soft folds around the rigid veins of my cock. She mewled, flinging her arms around my neck for support and tilting her head up to press her lips against mine. We tasted her, the three of us—Mari as she licked her own pleasure from my lips and Alan tonguing my fingers like a virgin offering.
My commands forgotten, not that I cared, Alan pressed his hands to her hips, grinding against her ass. The head of his tortured cock jutted from his jeans when she arched toward me before I pushed her back, pinning them together. The rest of him was trapped and fit to burst behind a wall of constricting denim and the weight of the girl he craved.
I thrust shallowly into her soaked depths, dropping my hands to cover his over her curves, holding them both in place. The heat of her branded my swelling cock until I doubted I’d last more than a few minutes.
Alan leaned forward, glazed eyes raised to meet mine as he whispered into her ear. “The way you feel me now, imagine my cock in your ass fucking you at the same time as Robe ruins your pretty pussy. Feeling us both push and pull inside you, rubbing together.”
Mari’s beautiful eyes widened. She stared right through me, blinded by her impending orgasm. Her head tilted back, her soft lips parting on a silent scream. I’d never seen anything so beautiful or free. Her body clenched, bearing down on me and into Alan. She unraveled a second time between us, hot and stunning and needy.
After the tease he’d set up before and holding back as she fluttered around me, my own control edged past its expiry date. I gripped Alan’s hands hard as I slammed my hips forward, no longer caring about being gentle. Pistoning into her, I ground her ass back against Alan’s denim-encased cock, getting all three of us off at once. Mari moaned, pinned between two hard bodies as I snaked one arm around Alan, holding him to her.
He shuddered at the contact, pushing up to try to match my movements, but I refused to hold back any longer, fucking them both with every thrust. Her body rocked between us, clamping down on my cock again as she massaged Alan with her perfect round ass cheeks.
She lifted her fingers to wind them through my hair, pulling me down for a deep, languid kiss, and I knew she hovered on the edge of bliss again. She’d already come twice, but she bore down impossibly again. I broke the kiss, baring my teeth, but she insisted, laving my mouth until I gave in and slid my tongue along hers, matching her pace.
Alan gasped as I turned her, angling her head back to seek him out. His mouth latched on to hers as I pushed us all to the edge. Alan fell first with a tormented keening, his head thrown back as he lifted his hips in the chair, pushed up against her, and came in his pants.
Mari arched, seeking my mouth. Her soft whimpers broke against my tongue, her pussy squeezing and fluttering around my cock. I jerked twice more and slammed myself home, painting her walls with pearls and possession. Alan’s wet jeans nestled against the curve of her ass as I spilled my seed inside her.
Her nails tore at the back of my neck. She’d leave marks, and I loved it. I wanted my girl never to be afraid to touch me—to mark or need any of us—that way. She’d suffered enough.
I hung over them both, my arms braced on the back of Alan’s chair. Mari sighed, pinned between us, a soft smile curving her plumped lips. Her body fluttered around mine as I rained tender kisses on her mouth.
“I love you,” she murmured, nuzzling my cheek.
Those three little words said so much more, three important words that every man in the room heard. Purple-ringed eyes locked on mine, her lust and need rising to the forefront tinged with a heavy dose of love.
“I love you, too, sweetheart. So fucking much. All of you,” I added, shifting my gaze to find Alan.
He nodded, sweat dripping from his forehead, reaching between us to press a trembling hand to my cheek for a moment. I kissed his knuckles, providing him the forgiveness he sought. Alan fell back, blue eyes drifting closed as he fought for breath.
Murmurs filled the room, but my eyes were solely for the two people before me, our bodies still entwined. Tiny flutters started around my cock as I softened to half-mast. I knew I should be ready to go again in minutes with Mari, but this time she’d wrung me dry.
I lifted her to my chest as I slid free of her warmth, leaving Alan in a similar state as when we started. The front of his jeans was darkened, a glistening smear coating his belly where his shirt hitched up. He gave me a tired salute, unmoving from the chair as his eyes closed again.
I backed up, tucking myself away with one hand while balancing her in my arms. Her scent swirled around me, leaving me dizzy with freshly suppressed need. I’d never have enough of this woman.
I pressed my lips to her temple, repeating his words to her from earlier. “Imagine what it would be like if we had you together.”
Alan groaned, reaching down to free himself, working his cock again. Someone behind him laughed, though I didn’t check who.
I smiled against her heated skin. Alan’s torture had been fun to prolong, but now….
I crossed the room to Jon. Surprise lit his face as his eyes met mine, and I shifted her into his arms. He gathered her close, holding her to his chest like a coveted treasure. I knew he hadn’t touched himself the entire time, though it must have killed him to watch someone else fuck her in front of him—again.
“Hold her” was all I said, redirecting her body so her legs slid around his waist.
She latched on to him, pressing her forehead to his shoulder while he stared at me with eyes hard as flint over her mussed curls.
“Robe….”
“You need her. She needs you.”
Mari raised her head, pressing her lips to his chest through his shirt. I reached between them and ripped the buttons open so she could access his skin. Arousal swarmed straight to my cock, but I ignored it, focusing on them. My own need should be long sated, but the sight of her with him rekindled everything.
Jon’s lips parted on a heavy breath as she leaned in and flicked her tongue over his sweat-beaded skin. I slid my hand lower, but he caught my wrist, pushing me away.
“No.” He fixed me with a biting glare that warned me I’d hit a hard limit. “You can’t screw with me or placate me like Alan. If she wants me, she can say so, and I’ll fuck her myself.”