25. Vanessa
25
VANESSA
“Hey.”
I hear Jake’s voice, and I open my eyes, looking down the stairs to see him gazing up at me with some concern. He gestures for me to come down, and I move as quietly as I can, not wanting to disturb Callie.
“Hey,” I reply. “I…is everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine,” Jake assures me, and he puts his arms around me to pull me in close to him. “You’re all good. We were just wondering if you wanted a drink.”
I nod. “I think that sounds like the best thing in the world right now,” I agree with a slightly shaky laugh, and he grins and steers me toward the living room.
Killian and Mason are already in there, sitting in the armchairs that are dotted around the fire. There’s a large, plush rug in front of the fireplace, creating the most perfectly cozy atmosphere I could imagine as the flames flicker in the hearth in front of us.
Jake leads me to one of the chairs and gestures for me to take a seat. I do as I’m told at once, glad to play by his rules. Right now, I just don’t want to think about anything else but being here, in this room, in this moment. Maybe, just maybe, everything else can wait for a while.
Killian hands me a glass of scotch. I take a long sip as I tuck my legs up and under myself in the armchair, staring into the fire. The bite of it at the back of my throat makes me wince, but it doesn’t exactly feel bad.
“How are you doing?” Killian asks me, breaking the silence.
“I’m…okay,” I assure him. “I’m glad that Callie and I are okay. I’m just worried about how this is going to hit her, you know, when she realizes…”
I look back up the stairs to where I left her, my voice choking slightly.
“She’s a strong kid,” Mason cuts in. “And she’s going to do great, especially with you as her mom.”
I shake my head, pressing my lips together. “I don’t know,” I whisper. “Sometimes, I feel…I feel as though I haven’t been enough for her, since her dad died…”
I trail off again, and none of them press me for more. They can tell reassurances aren’t going to cut it right now—they just need to listen to what I have to say.
“Because it was just her and me for so long,” I continue. “And she’s relied on me for everything. And I…I put her in the middle of this…and if it hadn’t been for you guys, I don’t know if we would have gotten out. I feel so guilty, you know, not doing enough to protect her…”
I draw in a long, shaky breath, and sink back into my seat. After a long moment, Jake reaches for my hand. He’s in the chair closest to me, but the others both lean forward too, as though letting me know they’re a part of this.
“I know how that feels,” Jake interjects gruffly, catching me off guard.
I look up at him. “You mean…?”
“I mean the fire,” he replies, staring into the flames flickering in front of him. They cast dark shadows around his eyes. Though I don’t normally think of the guys as old, for a moment, I can see all of Jake’s forty-ish years. In the small lines around his eyes, in the streaks of silver in his hair. He’s lived through so much pain. They all have.
“When we lost our foster parents, our home,” he continues, looking around at Killian and Mason for support, “I carried that guilt so heavy on my shoulders. We all did. That’s why we came out here in the first place. Because we wanted to make right what had happened, even though we never could.”
“But at least nobody else will have to lose someone like we did,” Killian cuts in.
Jake nods. “Exactly,” he replies. “But we couldn’t have done all of this alone. Not one of us could have pulled it off without help. We needed each other. And there’s no shame in needing other people to do what needs to be done.”
His words sit there, and I let them sink in— really let them sink in. How long have I been trying to do all this on my own? Since I lost Johnny, I guess. And I thought that’s just how I operated best, just how life made sense, but since these three have become a part of it, everything has begun to change. I have felt happier and safer and just… better than I have in a long time, seeing Callie bond with these guys. And I don’t want that to end, not yet, maybe not ever.
“You’re right. I have been doing it alone for a long time,” I agree. “And I…it hasn’t always been easy. But I thought that’s the way I wanted it, you know, to keep Callie safe by making sure there was nobody in her life I didn’t want there.”
I glance between the three of them. “And maybe I don’t want to do it alone,” I continue, taking another sip of scotch. Something about the bite of it at the back of my throat feels as though it has emboldened me, opening me up to parts of myself I’ve tried to cut off for so long.
“Maybe…maybe I want to do it with people. With…you.”
I look between the three of them. I know it’s a huge statement to make, especially after a day as emotionally heavy as this one, but I need them to hear it. The words hang in the air for a long time as we all do our best to wrap our minds around them, and the hugeness of what has just happened.
“I know it sounds crazy,” I blurt out, quickly trying to justify myself. “I know—fuck, I know it must make me sound like the most selfish woman in the world, acting like I have any right to one of you, let alone three of you, but…” I bite my lip as I look around. “I do. I want you. I want all of you,” I confess. “Not just to be part of my life, but Callie’s too.”
Mason speaks first—he hardly has to think before he comes out with an answer.
“I want that as well,” he replies, and he moves toward me, dropping down next to the armchair I’m sitting in to reach across for my hand.
“And I want it too,” Jake adds. I smile at him for a moment, then look past him, to Killian. If anyone might have doubts, I’d expect it to be him, given how smooth he is with the ladies. But he joins his brothers, moving to the top edge of the chair and sliding his hand to my face.
“Of course I want that too,” he murmurs, and he leans down to kiss me on the lips.
The moment his mouth meets mine, something in the room between us shifts. We’re not in this sweet, emotional moment any longer—this is something else entirely, something far more demanding, something far more wanting. Killian’s tongue slips into my mouth as Jake slides his hand to my leg, letting his fingers trace up the inside of my thigh as Mason rises to his feet next to me.
All three of them. All three of them, here with me. I pull back and look at them—Jake between my legs, Mason and Killian standing on either side of me—and grin. Taking one last sip of my drink, I put it aside before I pull Mason down to kiss me just as Jake lowers his mouth to my panties.
Killian’s hand pushes into my hair, massaging my scalp, sending an explosion of sensations through my body. I can feel the warmth of Jake’s breath against my pussy, and without bothering to wait, he slides his hands into the waist of my panties and begins to ease them down, his breath growing sharp and deep.
And when I pull back from kissing Mason, I slide my hand to Killian’s cock. He slips his fingers down the front of my dress, grabbing one of my breasts, as I unzip his pants and pull his erection into my hand, before I repeat the process on Mason.
Meanwhile, Jake has disposed of my panties, spread my legs a little wider, and at last plants his lips against my pussy for the first time. I groan, drawing Killian’s cock toward my mouth and parting my lips to envelop him just as Jake’s tongue trails around my clit.
All this attention, all of it aimed on me—it’s impossibly sexy, every inch of my body lighting up in reaction to what they’re doing to me. Mason pinches my nipple between his fingers, drawing my gaze back to him, and I look up at him just he slips his cock past my open lips.
Jake draws my clit into his mouth, bathing it in the warmth of his tongue. I’m starting to push back against his face now, taking as much as I can get from him. The want is building so fast in me, that heat that usually takes minutes to build overwhelming me in a matter of seconds. I can’t get enough…
I move my attention back to Killian’s cock, but this time I keep stroking Mason with my other hand—he lets out a deep, long groan, and the sound sends shivers through my entire body. Every expression of pleasure that any of them make, it’s like I can feel it coursing through every inch of my body at once.
My clit is throbbing now, my body edging right up against that moment of release—and when I feel Jake slip his fingers inside of me, that’s all it takes. I moan around Killian’s cock as I reach my release, the taste of him in my mouth matched with his brother’s tongue between my legs way more intoxicating than the scotch could ever be.
And it seems like the image of me going over the edge is all that it takes to get Killian there too. He finishes in my mouth a few moments later, and I taste the warmth of him on my tongue. He groans, sinking back from me as my pussy pulses with orgasm. But as Jake pulls me to the edge of the seat and onto his lap, I know that we’re far from done.
I pull Mason’s cock into my mouth as Jake unzips his pants, pulling his erection into his hand and pressing it against my pussy. I’m so wet that he slides in almost up to the hilt on the first motion, and he swears under his breath.
Mason is sliding in and out of my mouth now, setting a steady pace as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Jake is thrusting up into me, filling me with his length over and over again, the remains of the last orgasm spilling into another one so soon…
The waves rise and build inside of me, and I come again, on Jake’s cock this time. He pushes deep inside of me one last time and swirls his hips against me, massaging me from the inside out as I work my tongue around the head of Mason’s cock.
Jake is the one I feel come first—the warmth of his seed flooding me and filling me right there, in front of his brothers. But Mason isn’t long behind him, pushing into my mouth one last time and then reaching his release. I shudder with pleasure at this utterly new sensation. Not just one man wanting me this much, but three men—three men who have come because of me, three men who want me more than I ever thought I could be wanted in my entire life.
Finally, Jake eases me off of him, pulling me into his arms and grinning. I slump against his chest, and he plants a kiss on the top of my head.
“Oh my God,” I moan, breathing in the scent of him, my feet buried in the plush rug around us.
“Hey, I think you could use another drink,” Jake teases, brushing his lips along my ears.
“Sounds perfect,” Mason replies as he zips up his pants behind us. “What do you want, Vanessa?”
“Anything,” I breathe back. “Oh, and a water. I think I need to get rehydrated before anything else…”
That earns a laugh from the whole room, and Killian scoops me up in his arms and deposits me back on the couch. He presses a kiss against my hair and then pulls back for a moment to look at me.
“I wish you knew just how hot you looked doing all of that,” he murmurs. I can tell from the lusty edge to his voice that he means it, every word, and the thought of him watching me fucking Mason and Jake like that just adds another ridiculously sexy wrinkle to the memory.
I slump back in my chair and stare into the fire. God, I don’t know what happens now. I don’t have a damn clue. Now that the cartel is dealt with—if they really are, of course—I’ve got no reason to keep staying at the cabin. No reason not to take Callie back to the city. And yeah, I might have told them that I wanted to do this with them, but can I really ask them to spend that much time away from this place…?
The questions suddenly feel so enormous that I’m exhausted just considering them. I rub a hand over my face and reach for my scotch. Sure, I might not have any idea what happens after this, but just for tonight, I don’t have to.
Tonight, all I have to do is enjoy their company. And try not to let my usual overthinking get the better of me.