Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
FIONA
Igo to shower as soon as we reach the bedroom. When I have the bathroom door firmly closed and locked, I start the water, sit down with my back to the tub, and put my face in my hands. My heart hurts, like it’s about to split in half.
I empathize with Brantley and his relationship with his dad because I get it. My mom was a difficult person to love, but all I ever wanted was her approval despite all the shitty stuff she put me through.
And even worse than the revelation about B’s dad is that Dennis is still out there. Tracking us with FBI tech. And he still owes Ryan Michaels a ton of money, so how desperate will he be now that he’s untethered and his son is dead?
I need this to end.
I already know what I’m going to do. I just need B’s keys and a phone because if the tracker isn’t on me, it’s most certainly on him—maybe both of us.
While the guys were in Flurry, I got a text from Micah saying he spoke with Detective Lin, and he even drove up to Vancouver and made an official statement. So now I just need to draw Dennis out and give the authorities my location.
I blink back the tears that want to fall, then stand, strip, and get into the shower.
I scrub my skin until it’s red and aching, but I don’t care.
Even if I didn’t see him lurking outside Charlie’s house, he was there.
Just the thought of his presence makes me feel vulnerable and violated.
Just for tonight, I need to get Dennis off my skin so that I can forget.
When I exit the bathroom, Seb and B are sitting together on the bed.
B’s head is resting against Seb’s thigh while his fingers comb absently through B’s hair as they watch something on Netflix.
I stare at them for a minute before they notice me, and I suddenly wonder if I’ve become the third wheel in this scenario.
They look so cozy together. Not that I’m jealous, but it’s comforting to think that if I removed myself from the throuple, maybe they’d still be happy together.
Seb’s eyes meet mine, and he smiles. He’s so fucking beautiful in his gray joggers with his dark hair mussed. He’s not wearing a shirt, and the soft light highlights the dips and curves of his muscles.
“Hey, beautiful,” he says, his voice low and husky, and B glances at me as well. “Are you doing okay?”
I shake my head with a tearful smile. “No.”
“C’mere.” Seb cocks his head in their direction, and I walk over, letting my towel fall to the floor before I climb into bed with them.
Neither of them comments on my nudity—though they can hardly hide the way their dicks perk up in those ridiculous sweats.
B sits up, and I slide between them, pressing my face into Seb’s bare chest.
Gentle fingers tickle stroke my bare back, and I realize that I’m shaking.
“Seb?” I ask, nuzzling my face into his pec.
His and B’s scents have mingled, creating a spicy mix that’s just them.
No wonder men’s cologne has dumb names like Feral Wolf; I don’t even know how to describe it other than yum.
“Yeah?”
I pull back and meet his eyes. “Remember how you asked B and me to help you forget your nightmares at the cabin?”
“I do,” he says carefully.
“Well, can we do that? I want to forget too. Over and over again. At least for now.” B’s fingers slide over my tit, and I shiver. “Tell me what you guys did in the bathroom earlier tonight.”
Seb’s cheeks redden, and Brantley grins, meeting his eyes over my head. “We fucked.”
“No! Really?” I sit up so fast that my breasts bounce.
“And what was it you said to me, Bastian? That when we get home tonight, you wanted to—and I quote—watch me fuck Fi into a coma while she chokes on your cock?”
My eyes widen, and I nod quickly. “Let’s do that.” An idea forms in my head. I glance at B and give him a small pout. “But you guys played without me. Show me what I missed.”
Seb’s eyebrows rise. “You want to watch us fuck?”
I sit up and cross my legs, tapping my chin thoughtfully. “I want to watch you come undone while B sucks your cock.”
Seb looks at Brantley, whose eyes widen with excitement, and he nods. “And while I’m down there…,” B starts.
Seb narrows his eyes. “Continue…”
“Nah, it’s a surprise.” B grabs Sebastian’s cock obscenely, giving it a squeeze before he let’s go. Seb closes his eyes, trying to control a shudder.
“I’m so proud of you, Seb,” I whisper, crawling forward to straddle his lap. I grind my already throbbing pussy against his sweats where his cock is quickly hardening. “You’ve come so far from our little tryst in the barn. Such a good boy.”
His eyes snap open, and his pupils dilate as he stares at me, his blue eyes bright and feral. I move my hips again, and he grabs my waist, digging his fingers into my skin.
“Stop now, Fiona,” he growls. “Or we won’t get to the show.”
I smile widely and back off Seb’s lap, giving B a wink as I sit back on my knees and spread my thighs so I can circle a finger over my clit to relieve some of the pressure.
B’s eyes drop to my hand, and he licks his lips before turning to Seb and hooking his fingers around the waistband of his sweats and pulling them off.
Then, B crawls up Seb’s body and bites Seb’s lower lip before taking it into his mouth.
Seb kisses him back with a moan, and, fuck, all my wet dreams are coming true.
No wonder Charlie loves this—it’s so fucking addictive.
The guys get sloppy as B straddles Seb, holding his stubbled cheeks as they lose themselves in the kiss. Finally, B pulls back, and I love that they look so surprised, like they didn’t expect to be that into it.
B attacks Seb’s neck, kissing and sucking and biting, worshiping and marking his way down Seb’s body while he squirms and whimpers. When he reaches Seb’s cock, B buries his nose in it, inhaling his scent. Seb’s hips thrust forward involuntarily, and B smiles when it bumps into his swollen lips.
Seb is already lust-drunk as he watches B with a hooded gaze. He grabs B’s hair, running his hands through it before tightening his grip. He tugs so that B has to look up at him. “Put my cock in your mouth, Stitch,” he says darkly. “Before I come all over your face from teasing alone.”
B doesn’t hesitate. He opens his mouth and takes Seb’s entire length down his throat, gagging when his nose grazes Seb’s pelvis. Sebastian loses his mind, his head falling backward with a loud “Fuck.”
The sight alone is so erotic that an orgasm already tickles my senses. I have to stop circling my clit and breathe.
Seb keeps his fingers tangled in B’s hair and starts fucking his face. B gags again, and tears pour from his eyes, but Seb doesn’t stop. With the next thrust, B pulls away with a loud pop, and Seb growls in frustration, but loosens his hold on B’s hair.
“What’re you doing?” He pants as B licks the underside of his cock.
B smiles wickedly, his lips and chin sloppy with saliva and precum. “You’ll see.” Then he nudges Seb’s thighs open wider and licks down his taint and around the tight ring of his asshole.
“Holy shit,” Seb whines, and he bends his knees to give B better access.
B thrusts his tongue into Seb’s ass, making filthy slurping noises.
Then B grips Seb’s dick firmly and gives a hard pump.
Seb’s abs tighten and constrict, and he orgasms with a strangled cry, strings of cum making a sticky mess all over Seb’s stomach.
Seb falls back, his head hitting the pillow dramatically, and B glances at me with a smirk before he licks the cum from Seb’s abs, and it’s the dirtiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in real life.
“Fucking hell, Michaels.” Seb’s hand lands on B’s head, combing his fingers through the sweaty strands.
“I want a taste,” I say to B, and we lean forward at the same time, our lips brushing. I lick the cum from his mouth and kiss him, the salty flavor exploding on my tongue. I pull back with a groan. “So good.”
Seb throws an arm over his face with a grumble. “You two are going to kill me. I’m horny all the time now, and I don’t know how to deal.”
“Embrace it, baby,” Brantley says, tweaking one of my exceptionally hard nipples. I giggle. “Fi and I are a force to be reckoned with.”
“That’s an understatement.” Seb peeks around his arm and nods his head at B. “So are you going to fuck her or what?”
Brantley’s eyes connect with mine, and electricity flares between us. He climbs off Seb and crawls over to where I’m sitting with my legs spread, a noticeable wet spot below my ass on the bedspread.
He reaches for my thighs, his fingers tracing lightly over the dimples and silver stretch marks before he crowds close to me so that we’re sitting chest to chest. His hand glides between my legs and slides between my folds, and I moan quietly.
“Already so wet, baby girl? You like it when the boys play?”
I bite my lip and nod, my hair tickling my back and shoulders. “Fuck me, B. Please.” I spread my legs wider for him.
“Mmm.” He rubs his cock against my clit with delicious friction. “I like it when you beg.”
B pushes me gently onto my back and sucks a nipple into his mouth, biting down hard. I yelp and moan, the pain mixing with pleasure. He teases my entrance with the head of his cock, sliding the tip in and then pulling back out a few times, until I’m shaking with frustration.
“I swear to God, B, if you don’t stop teasing and start fucking me, I’m going to explode.”
Brantley chuckles, but this time, he slides in all the way, his length filling me to the brim. Then he pulls out and slams back in, his hips meeting my pelvis, and it feels like he’s lighting up every nerve ending in my body.
I match his pace, the pleasure quick and hot as it builds. “B, I’m going to come,” I sob as he slams into me again, his movements animalistic.
His eyes water when they meet mine, tears trickling down his cheeks. Even in college when we fucked, it never felt this raw—like he’s laying bare every emotion between us. I lose control, my body taking over as the orgasm ravages me.
With a roar, B comes with me, and his hot semen fills me as his fingers dig into skin. He collapses on top of me, holding his weight on his forearms and pressing his sweat-slicked forehead to mine. Our harsh breaths mingle together.
“That was the hottest missionary sex ever,” Seb snarks, and B gives him a tired glare. “No, I’m serious,” he says. “You two are intense. It hurts to look at you together sometimes.”
I smile at him and nudge B off me. We both crawl to Seb, snuggling into his sides. He stiffens as if the move were unexpected. But it’s not. B and I may have history, but Seb holds us together.
B grabs a blanket from the foot of the bed to toss over us.
A pit opens in my stomach as I tangle my legs with theirs.
I wanted to forget everything just for a little while so that I could make a clean break from B and Seb for their own safety, but now I worry that I’m the one who won’t survive the fallout.