22. Ani
Ani
T he boys are trying to pretend that they’re not tiptoeing around me but they’re failing miserably.
Jonah can’t stop watching me, like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear. Finn has gone from sweet to borderline overbearing, offering food every hour and hovering.
But it’s Boone who’s having the hardest time. He doesn’t hover or ask questions or play caretaker. He keeps his distance and says very little, but carries tension in every part of his body. He seems to be trying not to snap.
I desperately want to soothe him.
So, I bide my time. I wait until Mae is settled with Finn and Jonah has taken his coffee out on the porch. Boone is in the kitchen, washing up after breakfast. He hears me come in, but he doesn’t stop or acknowledge my presence.
“You okay?” I ask.
His answer is immediate. “Fine.”
It’s the kind of fine that isn’t fine at all. I’m very familiar with this kind of fine.
“You’re clenching,” I point out.
He shoots me a look. “I’m not in the mood, Anie.”
“You haven’t been in the mood for days.”
“Because we’ve had to set up goddamn perimeter coverage around the house. I’ve been preparing for war—a war you brought.”
My heart sinks.
He sees it and curses under his breath, dragging a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean?—”
“You did,” I cut in. “You meant every word.”
He looks away for half a second, jaw clenched like he’s trying to bite something back.
“I get it,” I say. “I brought this here and you’ve had to change everything because of me.”
“That’s not what I?—”
“It’s exactly what you’re saying,” I snap. “You won’t even look at me.”
“That’s not fair.”
“No?” I step forward. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re treating me like a problem you need to manage, not a person you’re supposed to give a damn about. But you don’t, do you? We fucked once and you haven’t touched me since.”
His mouth opens, but I don’t give him time to speak.
“I’m not some ticking bomb,” I say, voice shaking now. “I didn’t ask for any of this, Boone. I didn’t bring this danger on purpose. I didn’t mean for any of it to follow me.”
“You didn’t bring it on purpose,” he says. “But that doesn’t mean it didn’t come with you.”
I don’t answer him, because I don’t know how. He’s not wrong. Even if it hurts like hell to hear.
But beneath the anger in his voice—under all the steel and the distance—I hear what he’s trying to hide.
Fear.
I can feel the sting of unshed tears behind my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall while he’s still looking at me.
Before I can say anything else, Finn’s voice cuts in from the living room.
“You two gonna keep throwing punches, or you want to burn it out another way?”
Boone and I both freeze.
Boone turns slowly, every muscle in his body pulled tight. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he says.
Finn leans back against the arm of the couch like he hasn’t just dropped a grenade into the center of our argument. He shrugs one shoulder, casual as always. “I’m saying…you, me, her, Jonah. Not talking. Just fucking.”
My face burns bright red.
I blink at him, stunned into silence. I don’t know whether to laugh or scream. I can’t tell if this is some kind of twisted joke or the worst timed suggestion in history.
Boone just stares at him like he’s lost his damn mind.
Jonah—quiet until now—looks up from where he’s sitting. He glances between Finn and Boone, then at me. His expression is unreadable.
Finally, Jonah speaks. “You’re serious?”
Finn nods. “Dead serious. We’re all wound so tight we’re about to explode.”
He shrugs like it’s no big deal. Meanwhile, my heart thuds.
The silence stretches again, but it feels different now.
And even though my whole body is burning with want and confusion, I hear what he’s not saying. This isn’t just sex. It’s more than that. It’s surrender.
It’s the truth we’ve been circling from every angle. We’re already in it, every single one of us. And denying it won’t make it less real. I want them. All three of them. And they want me just as badly.
The word slips out before I can second-guess it. "Okay."
Finn straightens, eyes scanning my face. He’s waiting for me to take it back. But even if he wasn’t being serious, I am. So, I stand there and let it settle.
Finn steps in first.
His hands start at my thighs and move slowly, like he wants to show me I’m safe in his hands. When his hands reach my face his palms are warm against my cheeks. His lips move over mine like he has all the time in the world. He’s not trying to claim me just yet, he just wants to be close.
My eyes close. I can’t stop myself from leaning into him. He smiles against my mouth when I sigh, and then he pulls back just far enough to whisper, "Still good?"
"Yes."
A soft press of his lips to my forehead and he steps aside.
Jonah is next. He doesn’t say anything at all. He just moves in behind me and trails a single finger down the center of my back. My breath stutters. His hand settles at my lower back, then curves to my hip.
His mouth brushes my shoulder.
"You tell us when to stop," he says. "At any time."
I nod. He kisses the back of my neck and lingers there, lips pressed to my bare skin. And then he steps back.
Boone is still.
Watching.
Waiting.
There’s nothing casual in the way he crosses the room. His hand immediately comes to my throat. The pressure makes my breath catch.
"Say stop if you mean it," he growls.
I nod and he kisses me hard.
His mouth claims mine, hot and bruising, tongue sliding deep. His other hand grips my hip, holding me steady when my knees threaten to give out. It’s not anger in the way he touches me but it’s not tenderness either. It’s possession.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless.
Boone looks at the others, then jerks his head toward the hall. "My room."
Mae is asleep. We’ll need to be quiet and keep an ear out for her.
Boone’s hand wraps around mine as he leads the way. My legs feel unsteady but I follow him.
The second we step into Boone’s room, Jonah reaches for me first, catching my hand and tugging me gently toward the bed. He brings me close and kisses me hard. His hands slide up my sides, across my back, then down to my hips.
Finn is right there behind me. He tugs my shirt up over my head. "You nervous, baby?"
"A little."
He grins, eyes dancing with mischief. "We’ll make you forget all about that."
He kisses me before I can answer. Then he ducks down and blows a soft raspberry into my neck, just to make me laugh. I do and his smile turns into something wicked.
Boone doesn’t join yet. He watches. Standing just behind them with his arms crossed. I can feel the weight of his gaze.
When I’m down to my underwear, and Finn starts to reach for the clasp of my bra, Boone finally moves.
"That’s mine."
Finn’s hands fall away immediately.
Boone steps in, eyes on mine as he slides one hand under the strap. He unhooks it slowly, then lets it fall. His hand comes up to my chest, palm flat, pushing me gently back toward the bed.
I sit down on the bed, my heart pounding. Jonah follows, kneeling behind me. His hands trail down my arms as he helps me settle between his legs. Finn strips off his shirt and pants, crawling up from the foot of the bed with that same teasing grin.
Boone climbs on last.
He grabs my chin, holding me still. "Whose bed is this?"
"Yours."
"And who do you belong to when you’re in it?"
"You."
His eyes darken. He kisses me again—hard and deep. Then he turns me until my back is pressed against his chest and yanks my panties down my legs. Then hands—Jonah’s, I think—spread me open. A mouth closes over my nipple at the same time a finger slides between my thighs.
I gasp.
Too much. Too good. I can’t process who’s touching what, but I don’t want it to stop. Boone growls low behind me.
"You love being used, don’t you?”
"Yes," I breathe. "God, yes. Use me."
Finn slides up to kiss me again. Jonah kisses the inside of my thigh. Boone drags the head of his cock through my folds.
"You want them to see what’s mine?"
"Please, Daddy."
He thrusts into me in one long, deep stroke. I cry out, back arching, body clenching. He holds me there, buried deep, his hands pressed into mine above my head.
Boone fucks me hard while the other two watch
His grip anchors me in place, one hand firm on my hip, the other sliding up my sides to hold me still as he thrusts into me again. His cock fills me to the edge of pain, but I don’t want less. I want more.
I cry out as Jonah reaches between us to rub tight circles against my clit, the pleasure building so fast.
"Fuck, Ani," Boone growls, voice right against my ear. "You’re already shaking."
“I can’t—” I gasp, the words dissolving into a moan when he thrusts again. “I’m?—”
“You can.” His palm moves higher, wrapping gently around my throat. “You will.”
Finn kisses me. His lips are soft, but his voice is filthy. “So goddamn hot when you fucking fall apart. You gonna come for us, sweetheart?”
I nod, desperate, hips rocking while I’m already being held and fucked and touched all at once. Boone’s cock continues to drive into me like he’s carving his name into my body. Finn cups one of my breasts, thumb grazing over my nipple until I’m trembling so hard.
They turn me on my stomach and Boone fucks me from behind. I’m spread between them now, my legs shaking, my voice wrecked. I’m so close I can taste it.
"Don’t stop," I beg. “Please—please, I’m?—”
Boone slams into me again, his grip tightening. “You come when I say. Not a second before.”
I cry out and my entire body clenches down around him.
“Now,” he growls.
My orgasm crashes hard, my pussy pulsing around his cock as I fall apart completely. Jonah runs his fingers through my hair. Finn kisses the side of my face and whispers praise.
“That’s it, sweetheart. So fucking good for us. Look at you—fuck.”
Boone doesn’t stop. He drags it out, fucking me through every wave of it until I’m panting, shaking, lips parted in something between a sob and a moan.
“Again,” he demands. “You’ve got more in you. Give it to me.”
“I can’t?—”
His fingers close around my throat, pulling me back up into his chest and guiding my head back into the crook of his neck.
“You can. You will. You’re mine.”
He thrusts harder.
Jonah shifts, hands spreading my legs wider, fingers slipping lower to circle my clit again. I squirm against the sensation, but he knows exactly how to touch me—just enough pressure.
Boone’s cock pounds into me from behind, every stroke deeper than the last.
“You love being shared like this,” Jonah murmurs. “You love knowing we’re all watching you.”
I nod my head, unable to speak.
Jonah’s breath stutters against my temple. Boone growls.
Finn climbs higher on the bed and kneels in front of me. He brushes the hair out of my face. “You want me in your mouth, baby?”
“Yes.”
Boone’s hand grips my chin and angles my face up. “Open.”
I do.
Finn’s cock is hot and heavy as it slides between my lips.
He doesn’t push, just lets me take him inch by inch until I moan around him.
Boone fucks me harder. Jonah rubs tighter circles against my clit.
I’m choking on Finn and stuffed full by Boone, my body pinned between them, nowhere to go, nothing to do but take it.
“Good girl,” Finn groans. “Just like that. You feel so fucking good.”
I start to come before I realize it’s happening. Boone feels it first.
“Fuck, yes,” he snarls. “Come all over my cock. Show them who you fucking belong to.”
My body explodes. I sob around Finn’s cock as I clench hard and fast, everything inside me unraveling. Boone curses as he thrusts deep and grinds into me, spilling with a growl against my skin. He holds me tight, his cock still pulsing inside me.
Finn slips from my mouth and kisses my forehead, breathless. “You wrecked me, sweetheart.” He reaches down and grabs his rock-hard cock, pumps a few times and comes.
Jonah eases me back against Boone’s chest and presses his lips to my shoulder. “You okay?”
I nod, too far gone to form real words yet. Boone strokes a hand down my thigh and murmurs something I don’t catch.
I belong to all three of them.
And they belong to me.