Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
JACE
What the fuck is happening?
I know that Bailey and Roman have always been able to read each other, but to see their deep connection unfold in this way, all these years later, is awakening something primitive in me.
Watching him take charge like this, when he’s usually the one on his knees, has my dick harder than it’s ever been, leaking with pre-cum as Bailey obeys Roman’s command and lowers herself to the wooden floor.
We’re going to coax her beyond the edges of herself. Past the places she guards so well, until she’s unravelling so beautifully before us.
“Open your dirty mouth,” Roman demands, watching over our girl like a man starved.
He moves forward, aligning the tip of his pierced, hard cock with her full, pink lips, ready for the fucking taking.
Bailey’s eyes widen when she notices Roman’s Jacob’s Ladder, but I can see the heat swimming in her eyes beneath the glow of the moon.
Colton moves in closer beside me, brushing his body against mine, and I flick my gaze to him.
He almost looks drunk. Lost to the vision unfolding before us.
A vision we’ve been dreaming about for fucking years, yet nothing compares to the real thing.
Bailey’s lips wrap perfectly around Roman’s length, and Cole and I go weak in the knees when Roman’s head tips back, finally surrendering himself to our girl in a way we had only ever dreamed of.
He reaches out and grips her hair, fucking into her mouth with fierce abandon.
The wet sounds of her slurping and sucking echoes through the charged air around us as Cole and I watch, transfixed on the glistening spit trailing down her chin.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Roman praises, and my dick twitches in my jeans, begging for release at the sound of his rough, greedy tone. Colton must have had the same thought that I did, because he reaches out and starts unbuckling my jeans, pulling them down over my hips.
“I need you, love,” he almost growls, and warmth floods my chest, igniting that unyielding force that always binds us when we’re together.
“Fuuckk!” I groan through clenched teeth when Cole wraps a hand around my dick, squeezing it from base to tip, just the way I fucking like it. He swirls a finger through the pre-cum still dripping from me, then turns to look down at Bailey.
“His cock is fucking throbbing for you, Stalker,” Cole says before dropping to his knees beside her.
I watch as he slides his hand through her hair, tugging her head back so that she has no choice but to release Roman’s dick and meet his masked gaze.
Roman growls in frustration, but none of us pay him any mind as Colton hovers his finger above her swollen lips and paints them with my pre-cum.
My jaw literally unhinges as her tongue coils around Cole’s finger, tasting my arousal, and restraint is the only thing keeping me from blowing the whole scene apart and claiming all of them right fucking now.
“Do you like how he tastes, baby?” Cole purrs, his voice as smooth as velvet. Bailey answers with a breathless nod. Cole lets out a low, breathy laugh, tracing her lips with his finger.
“You’re such a greedy little slut, aren’t you, Bailey? You’re cock-hungry, and salivating for us. You want us to fuck you?”
“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?” This comes from an impatient Roman, and I bite back the chuckle rising in my throat. He always gets like this when I edge him, which is ironic, given how often he likes to edge and torture Colton.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Cole taunts, looking up at his top, completely unafraid of the punishment he’ll get for showing him attitude. He wants to be punished, and that’s what he and Bailey have in common. They both like to submit it seems, and hell, I’m fucking here for it.
“Careful, love. You and I both know that our guy here isn’t playing,” I say, and a needy murmur escapes Roman’s lips, sending a wave of electrical heat straight to my erect dick.
He’s not usually the needy type, yet I won’t deny how delicious it is to watch his carefully guarded composure fracture right before my eyes.
With their eyes on me, I take my time peeling off my jeans and hoodie, laying myself bare for them. I press my Jason mask firmly against my face, keeping it secure as I fling my clothes carelessly aside.
I stalk toward Bailey and Colton, kneeling obediently before Roman, but it’s Bailey I reach for.
My fingers curl beneath her chin, and I tilt her head back, forcing her gaze to lock with mine.
I drink in the sight of her tear-glossed irises and the paint smeared across her face, a true masterpiece of saliva and arousal that only makes her seem all the easier to break.
She swallows hard before licking her utterly fucked lips, and I follow the movement, ravenous and unblinking.
My eyes snap back to hers, searching for a hint of hesitation.
But our girl has never been one to back down from anything.
And when the faintest smile tugs at her lips, that seals it.
Bailey knows exactly what’s coming, and so do I.
I love how fucking in sync this woman is with us. Besides Roman and Colton, no one has understood me like Bailey does in this moment.
She reaches out, and I scoop her into my arms, her body fitting against mine like she was made to be there. The soft brush of her pink, tangled hair against my cheek has me breathing her in, inhaling that unmistakable sweet, floral scent that is uniquely hers.
She smells like sweet corruption, and I’m the foolish bastard who’ll willingly drown in it.
I stride to the center of the room, and I can feel the weight of the guys’ confused stares searing into my bare ass. If they want a taste, they'd better fucking keep up because no one, not even The Order, would be enough to stand in my way now.
I set her down gently on the hardwood, her booted feet meeting the floor with a soft thud, and I watch as she looks around before reaching for one of the chains dangling from the beams that frame the ceiling.
She gives it a firm tug, probably testing its strength, and a slow smile curves behind my mask.
My woman.
She gives me the slightest nod, and my chest does somersaults because it’s like she knows me. Yes, I’m wearing a disguise, yet she remains completely oblivious to the man lurking beneath it.
Though I am still Jace.
I was once her Jace.
Who am I kidding? I still am.
And that familiarity, that unspoken understanding between us, still exists. It only makes it clear as fucking day that this cannot be the last time that we get to have her, because I don’t think I can walk away from her a second time.
“Wanna drive our guys crazy, baby girl?” I ask, and her head shifts to Roman and Cole, standing side-by-side across the room, waiting for my orders like the good fucking boys that they are.
“Yes. I want you to fuck me. I want you all to fuck me. Hard and rough, and I want you fuckin’ monsters to show me just how depraved you really are.”