29. Nora #2
He turns me slightly, repositioning me between himself and Blade, who shifts back to give us space.
Viper follows, his hand never leaving mine.
Stryker’s fingers find the hem of my sleep shirt.
He pauses, his dark eyes locking with mine, searching for any sign of hesitation.
I find none in myself. Only a quiet, humming anticipation. This is it. The choice. The surrender.
I lift my arms in silent permission.
He draws the shirt up and over my head in one slow, deliberate movement. The cool air of the room raises goosebumps on my skin, but the embarrassment I half-expected doesn’t come. Because in their eyes, I don’t see scrutiny. I see reverence.
Viper makes a low, choked sound. “Nora.”
Blade’s hands tighten on my hips for a second before relaxing, his thumbs resuming their soothing circles as if to calm both of us.
Stryker just looks. His gaze sweeps over me, taking in the plains of my stomach, the swell of my breasts, the faded silvery stretch marks on my hips from carrying Paxton. He doesn’t see flaws. He sees proof. He traces one of the lines with the tip of his finger, so lightly I almost imagine it.
“This is us now,” he says, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “This is all ours.”
A tear slips from the corner of my eye and tracks down my cheek. It’s not sadness. It’s relief. The release of a weight I’ve been carrying for so long I’d forgotten what it felt like to be without it.
Before I can react, Blade is there. He lets go of my hips to brush the tear away with the pad of his thumb, then leans down to press a soft, lingering kiss to my forehead. He’s the nurturer. The gentle constant. He holds me together when I feel like I might break apart.
Viper squeezes my hand again, bringing my focus back to him.
He steps closer, closing the small gap Stryker had created, and presses his lips to mine.
I open my mouth to the slow slide of his tongue.
He tastes like mint and something uniquely Viper, and I drink it in, feeling the last of my carefully constructed walls crumble to dust.
Stryker’s hands move from my waist, down to my pajama pants.
He hooks his fingers into the elastic, and I feel the fabric begin to slide down my hips.
I’m bared to them, completely exposed, and I’ve never felt safer.
The pants pool around my ankles and I step out of them, guided by Stryker’s steady hands.
Blade’s hands return to my skin, warm and dry, skimming up my back. He unclasps my bra with an efficiency that speaks of familiarity, not haste. The garment falls away, and I’m left standing before them in nothing but the moonlight filtering through the window and the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
For a moment, no one moves. Then, Stryker moves, he takes my hand and guides me onto the bed, positioning me so I’m sitting in the center of the vast mattress.
He follows, lying back against the pillows, and pulls me with him until I’m lying on top of him, my chest pressed against his.
His heartbeat is a steady, reassuring drum against my ear.
His hands slide down my back, cupping my ass, pulling me more firmly against him. I can feel his erection, a hard, thick ridge pressing against my belly, but it’s not demanding. I rock against him experimentally, and a low groan rumbles in his chest.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he murmurs against my hair.
Viper joins us on the bed, settling beside us.
He leans over me, his hair brushing against my shoulder as he takes my mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, more possessive.
His hand comes up to cup my breast, his thumb stroking my nipple until it pebbles into a tight point.
I gasp into his mouth, the sensation shooting straight to my core.
Then Blade is there too, on my other side. He doesn’t try to claim my mouth. Instead, he presses soft, open-mouthed kisses along my neck and shoulder, his hands tracing patterns on my skin. He’s a grounding presence, a slow, steady tide of sensation that contrasts with Viper’s more intense touch.
I’m surrounded. Covered. Every inch of my skin is tingling with awareness. I can feel the scratch of Stryker’s chest hair against my nipples, the heat of Viper’s hand on my breast, the gentle sweep of Blade’s lips against my throat. It’s too much and not enough all at once.
Stryker’s hands move again, one sliding up to tangle in my hair, the other drifting down my spine to the cleft of my ass.
He traces the sensitive skin there, and I shudder, arching against him.
His fingers dip lower, brushing against the puckered entrance of my ass, and a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust shoots through me.
“Easy, babygirl,” he murmurs, feeling my slight hesitation. “Just feeling.”
His touch is light, exploring, not pushing. He’s mapping me, learning me, and the possessiveness of it sends a fresh wave of arousal through me. I’m wet, so wet I can feel it on my thighs.
Viper seems to sense it. He breaks our kiss, his gaze dark with desire. He looks down at me, then at Stryker, and a silent understanding passes between them.
“Turn over for us, sweetheart,” Viper says, his voice husky.
Stryker’s hands guide me, helping me to shift off him and onto my hands and knees. Viper moves to kneel in front of me, while Blade stays by my side, his hand resting on my lower back, a steady, comforting weight.
Stryker moves behind me, and I feel the mattress dip with his weight. He runs a hand over my ass, a firm, possessive caress.
“Look at you,” he says, his voice thick with admiration. “So fucking perfect.”
I feel a blush creep up my neck, but it’s not embarrassment. It’s pride. They want me. All of me.
Blade leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “You’re doing so good, angel,” he whispers, his breath warm against my ear. His praise is a balm, easing any lingering anxiety.
Stryker’s hands spread my legs further, exposing me completely. I feel a wave of self-consciousness, but it’s quickly replaced by anticipation. He leans down, and I feel the warm, wet sweep of his tongue against my clit.
I cry out, my arms trembling.
Viper’s hands come up to cup my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. “Easy,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “Just feel.”
I do. I feel Stryker’s tongue, a slow, deliberate exploration that has me grinding back against him, seeking more. I feel Viper’s touch, grounding me, keeping me present. I feel Blade’s hand on my back, a constant, reassuring presence.
Stryker’s tongue moves lower, circling the tight ring of muscle of my ass, and I gasp, my hips bucking. He does it again, a slow, deliberate swirl, and I feel my body open to him, a surrender so complete it’s terrifying.
“Stryker,” I gasp, my fingers clutching at the sheets.
He hums against me, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me.
“That’s it, babygirl,” he murmurs, his tongue still working its magic. “Let go.”
Blade’s hand moves from my back to my front, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow, gentle circles. The dual sensation is almost too much to bear.
I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, my body moving on instinct, pushing back against Stryker’s tongue, forward into Blade’s hand. Viper watches me, his eyes dark with desire, but he doesn’t touch me, letting me have this moment, letting me get lost in the sensations they’re creating.
When Stryker finally pulls away, I feel a moment of loss, but it’s quickly replaced by anticipation.
I'm repositioned until Blade is on his back under me, Stryker stands behind me and Viper in front of, all three men naked and glorious in front of me.
Stryker moves over me, his chest pressing against my back, his cock nudging at my back entrance.
“Ready, babygirl?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.
I can only nod, my words lost.
He pushes in, slow and steady, stretching me, filling me completely. I gasp at the sheer size of him, the feeling of fullness so intense it borders on pain.
He stills, letting me adjust, his body a warm, heavy weight over mine. He groans and bites out Blade's name, and he respond by sliding into my pussy. I moan out a loud cry at being impaled twice. Blade’s fingers find their way to my clit, keeping the pleasure coiling low in my belly.
And then the two of them start moving. I'm lost in pleasure when Viper leans down, kissing me deeply, his tongue mimicking the slow, deliberate rhythm of Stryker’s thrusts. It’s an intimate, possessive kiss, a claim.
“You taste so good,” Viper whispers against my lips. “So fucking good. I want to see what else your mouth can give me.”
I open up easily and he slides his length into my mouth.
I close my lips around him, a little awkwardly, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he groans, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Just like that.”
Stryker starts to move again, a slow, steady rhythm that has me rocking between him and Blade. The three of them are a symphony of sensation, a perfect, intricate dance, and I’m at the center of it all, lost in the pleasure, lost in them.
This is permanence. This is safety. This is everything.
This is what it feels like to finally come home.
There’s no room for thought. Only the overwhelming, layered sensation of them.
The slick, full pressure of Blade inside me, hitting a spot that makes my toes curl.
The slow, deliberate stretch of Stryker in my ass, a possession so profound it feels like he’s touching my very soul.
The heavy weight of Viper on my tongue, the subtle salt of his skin, the quiet groans he makes when I do something right.
It’s too much. It’s everything.
Stryker’s hands grip my hips, his thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass. He sets the pace, a deep, rolling rhythm that pushes me forward onto Blade, then back to take more of him. It’s a steady, inexorable tide, and I’m caught in it, unable to do anything but ride the waves.
Blade is a constant, grounding presence beneath me.
His hands never leave my skin, one stroking my flank, the other still working my clit in those maddening, perfect circles.
He’s watching my face, his blue eyes dark with a mix of fierce desire and tender concern.
When a particularly deep thrust from Stryker makes me gasp around Viper, Blade’s thumb stills, waiting.
“You okay, angel?” he whispers, his voice a low vibration I feel more than hear.
"Uhhh," I groan out around Viper's cock. I pull away, gasping out, "Yes, I'm going to come. Oh god!"
"Come with us, wait for us, baby girl," Stryker orders.
"I'm so close," Viper groans out, his hips pistoning his cock back into my mouth. "I need your help." he pleads.
I hollow my cheeks.
Viper’s hips jerk, and a harsh, broken sound tears from his throat. He spills into my mouth, hot and sudden, and I swallow him down, my body trembling with the force of it.
“That’s it,” he breathes, sagging back on his heels. “Fuck, Nora. That’s it.”
Lossing focus on his cock in my mouth lets a wave of sensation crash over me. I can feel every ridge of Blade’s cock, every inch of Stryker’s possession. My entire body feels like a live wire, thrumming with a need so sharp it’s a pain.
“Please,” I gasp, the word torn from me. “Please…”
Stryker understands. His rhythm changes, becoming faster, harder. He’s chasing his own release now, and he’s taking me with him. Blade’s fingers on my clit move faster, matching Stryker’s pace, the pressure firm and relentless.
My vision whites out. A scream tears from my throat, raw and primal.
The orgasm rips through me, a violent, shattering force that leaves me boneless and shaking.
It’s not just a physical release; it’s an emotional one.
I feel him find his own release in succession and I am left spent, satiated and cradled in the warmth of my three men.
Afterward, I lie half asleep tangled beneath warm blankets and heavier limbs while the room settles into comfortable silence around us.
Somewhere down the hall a pipe clangs faintly. Somebody laughs downstairs.
The clubhouse keeps moving around us the way it always does. But inside this room everything feels still for the first time in years.
Permanent.
That word settles softly through me again while Stryker pulls me closer against his chest and Blade brushes slow fingers through my hair. Across the bed Viper watches me with an expression so openly affectionate now it almost makes me shy.
For once though, I don’t look away from it.
Because this is mine now too.