Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
BAILEY
Ilie awake, staring hollow-eyed and sleepless at the guest bedroom ceiling, while my skin still burns from the heat in all their gazes earlier tonight.
It's maddening.
I swear, they are the broodiest guys on the damn planet.
They've kept me at arm's length for years, pushing me away with coldness and clipped words, but the moment they're in front of me, they're all blazing fire and hunger.
It wasn’t always like that, though. Believe it or not, the four of us were actually friends when we were younger.
When my mom started seeing my stepdad, Keith, my whole life changed so fast that I had no time to even process the fact that she had a boyfriend.
Before I knew it, they were married, and we were packing our two-bedroom apartment and leaving our small beachy town, moving to the city to live with him at the Graystone residence.
It had more bedrooms than our local hospital, and they even had a butler named Giles for Christ’s sake.
It was all too much, too soon, and then one day, all that apprehension went away when I first laid eyes on them.
My new stepbrother and his two best friends.
At first, I was nervous. I was an only child, and up until that point, the idea of having a stepbrother was ludicrous to me, much less living with three boys.
But when we talked, it was like I had known them forever, and eventually, the four of us were inseparable.
We never held anything back, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere.
Well, I didn't tell them everything. If they ever knew that I had the world's biggest crush on the three of them, it would have made shit weird between us.
In hindsight, it wouldn't have mattered because it all went to shit on its own, and I still don't know what happened.
It all changed my senior year. They went on a ski trip to Banff with my stepdad, and when they returned, not one of them spoke to me again.
I was heartbroken.
I had no idea what I had done, and they didn’t bother to tell me. After a while, I decided that until they learned how to communicate, whatever I did that drove them away was their problem, and for my sake, I learned to let them go.
Family gatherings grew less and less difficult to attend, and now, all these years later, I don’t so much as spare a single look in their direction.
At least, I didn’t until tonight. And the only thing I could think about was how it would feel to have their rigid bodies wrapped around mine, fucking me into oblivion on their couch.
Showing me just how sorry they are for walking away from me three years ago.
I roll over with an irritated sigh, pulling the covers up over my shoulder, and I hear a faint thumping noise coming from outside my bedroom.
I listen intently, and my mouth unhinges when I realize that they’ve brought a woman over.
Jealousy pinches at my ribcage, and even though I have no business feeling any sort of attachment to any one of them, I can’t help it.
Before logic can talk me out of it, I toss the covers to the side and rise. I take a slow breath, then another, and the next thing I know, I’m tiptoeing out of the room, down the dimly lit hallway, and in the direction of the bedroom Jace disappeared into after he showed me to my room.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
What’s the plan here, Bailey?
Catch them mid-thrust and throw a dramatic fit out in the hallway because it isn’t me that he’s fucking?
The thumping grows louder as I near his door, which I notice is slightly ajar. I keep moving, one bare foot in front of the other, my heart somewhere between my stomach and my throat, and I come to a stop, squeezing my eyes shut.
Closure, I tell myself.
That’s the reason I’m doing this.
Some sick and twisted validation that none of them were ever mine, and they never will be. I just need something to destroy whatever delusional part of my younger self that is still hiding in me, stupid enough to believe they’d ever be a part of my future.
The unmistakable sound of rough sex has desire surging through me, and my traitorous pussy clenches with need as skin slaps fiercely against skin.
“You like it when I fuck you hard like this, don’t you? You want me to fill your fucking ass with my cum until you’re dripping with me, isn’t that right, baby?”
Oh my.
Slowly, I open my eyes and peek through the crack in the doorway, scanning what I can see of the moonlit room.
A shirtless body moves in the shadows, his tattooed skin practically beaming in the moonlight, and Jesus fucking Christ. He looks like a God of Sin and Night, taking what he wants without a hint of hesitation.
“You feel so fucking good! Your sweet ass is so fucking tight, Roman!” My breath hitches.
Roman?
Oh. My. Fucking. God!
Jace’s dark hair hangs in his face, clinging to his skin as he thrusts and thrusts, his body facing in my direction, no more than seven feet away from me.
His arms are outstretched before him, glistening with a sheen of sweat as he grips my stepbrother’s shoulders, driving into him with an unrestrained hunger that has my knees weakening.
My breathing starts to quicken when I hear Roman whimper, his body bent over the bed with his face buried into the mattress.
His hands clutch the blankets for dear life as he takes Jace’s cock, and I bite my tongue to hold back my heavy breathing.
I shouldn’t be watching.
I should turn around and walk back to my room, but I am entranced.
Tangled up in their rhythm like some sort of lovestruck groupie, and I can’t bring myself to look away.
Wild and uncontrollable need ripples through me as I just stand here, rooted to the spot, silently devouring their large bodies unravelling for one another.
Any prior signs of jealousy I might have had have dissipated completely, replaced with a hurricane of lust settling between my legs, and the desperate need to join them.
An arm snakes around my waist from behind, interrupting my thoughts, and before I can react, a hand slaps over my mouth, preventing me from crying out. My heart pounds frantically in my chest, and my wide eyes dart around uselessly, as if I might actually catch whoever’s got their hands on me.
In seconds, warm breath grazes the sensitive skin on my neck, dragging upward until it ghosts against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver straight through me.
“Shh… angel. Or should I say, sinner? Pretty sure heaven closes its gates to voyeurs like you,” Colton whispers, and I relax a little at the soothing sound of his familiar voice.
A wave of goosebumps prick my skin from the warmth of his breath and the heat rolling off his shirtless body.
His solid chest presses in against me, pinning me to the spot, and I can feel his erection nudging against my ass through my sleep shorts.
My God, he’s huge. It’s all I can do not to fall to my knees right now and show him just how much of a sinner I truly am.
He makes no move to pull me away, instead, he reaches out with his free hand and gently pushes the door open a little more.
My eyes grow even wider at the possibility of Jace and Roman noticing me standing here like this, with Colton’s arm wrapped tightly around my body, secretly watching them fuck each other.
I can’t deny the thrill that rushes through me at the very idea.
The slow, steady rhythm of Colton’s heartbeat pulses against my back, which is a stark contrast to the erratic thumping of mine.
No amount of money would be enough to get me to leave right now. Not when I’m sure that I’ve slipped into a live version of one of the many fantasies I’ve had about them over the years.
Colton’s nose nuzzles against the strands of my hair, and with a deep, slow breath, he inhales, drinking in the smell of me, and for some reason, it only ignites something dark and needy inside me. I press my ass up against him, and he moans in my ear, loud enough so that only I can hear.
“Fuck, Bailey. Who knew that you’d be this naughty?
Hiding in the darkness, watching your stepbrother get fucked by his boyfriend.
” Colton trails his hand up my thigh before resting it low on my stomach, spreading his fingers possessively.
I can feel how wet I’m getting from just his touch alone, and I decide to tease him a little more, intentionally brushing my ass against his hard cock, hoping he gets the message that I want this.
Because I do.
So fucking bad.
I swallow hard as he grinds his hips into me, needing to feel me as much as I need to feel him, and I don’t know how I got here, but I’m silently thanking whatever fate brought me to this moment, because I’ve imagined it so many times, in so many different ways.
He trails soft kisses from my neck, down to my shoulder, then back up to whisper in my ear.
“You feel that, baby? You feel how hard I am? My cock is fucking aching for you,” he says, as he gently traces his fingers across my stomach, toying with the elastic of my sleep shorts.
I reach out, gripping the doorframe for support, and he lets out a whisper of a laugh, and I’m thankful for the sounds that Roman and Jace are making because I don’t want this to end, and if they hear what’s happening in their doorway, I fear that it might.
“Jace! You fill me so fucking good. Fuck me harder, please, baby, don’t stop!” Roman pleads, and my heart flies right out of my chest at how fucking hot he sounds.
“Ugh, I love it when you beg for it!” Jace growls, pumping into him harder, faster, until Roman is fucking sobbing.
I had no idea that they were together, and a smile tugs at the corner of my covered lips at the thought. I’ve spent years imagining what it would look like for us all to be together, and the fact that at least half of that image came true for Roman and Jace fills me with so much joy.