21. Aurora
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Aurora
I barely had time to catch my breath before I was moving, slipping out of the now-looser silk ties, my body still thrumming, sensitive, and needy.
Dropping to my knees before Owen, I let my hands glide up his thighs, nails scraping lightly over his skin as I looked up at him through my lashes.
His gaze burned into me, dark and fevered. “Fuck, baby.”
I took my time with his belt, undoing it slowly, deliberately, feeling his breath hitch as I tugged it free and unzipped his jeans.
When I pushed them down, his cock sprang free. Thick, hard, already leaking for me. I licked my lips, the sight of him sending a fresh wave of heat through my core.
Owen groaned low in his throat, his fingers threading into my hair as I wrapped my hand around him, stroking him with teasing, featherlight touches.
Behind me, Mason and Ethan watched, their breathing heavy, their bodies tense with hunger.
“You want to watch, don’t you?” I whispered, my lips grazing Owen’s tip, tasting the salt of his arousal. “You want to see me wreck him.”
A rough curse left Owen’s lips as I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, my tongue swirling, teasing, drawing a sharp inhale from deep in his chest.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he rasped, his grip tightening in my hair.
I set a slow, torturous rhythm, sucking him deep, then pulling back just enough to let my tongue flick over the sensitive ridge.
His hips flexed, his restraint fraying, his muscles coiled like a predator about to strike. His jaw tightened as I worked him deeper, his fingers tangling in my hair, a low growl slipping from his lips.
His muscles tensed, his restraint hanging by a thread as I hollowed my cheeks, taking him further until I felt him hit the back of my throat.
A sharp hiss escaped him, his hand tightening just enough to make my scalp tingle.
“Fuck, Aurora,” he groaned, his head tipping back for just a second before he snapped his gaze back down to me. “You drive me crazy.”
Behind me, Mason and Ethan stirred, their heated gazes burning into my skin as they watched. The air was thick, charged, the hunger between us a living, breathing thing.
Ethan’s fingers traced down my spine, featherlight, teasing.
“She looks so fucking good like this, doesn’t she?”
His voice was low, dark, meant to tempt and tease.
Mason hummed in agreement, his fingers brushing over my shoulders, his touch possessive. “She was made for this.”
I moaned around Owen, the vibrations drawing a sharp curse from his lips. His hips jerked involuntarily, his breath coming fast and uneven.
“Shit, Aurora,” he growled, his fingers tightening, his control slipping. “You keep that up, and I won’t last.”
But I wasn’t done playing.
I pulled back agonizingly slowly, my tongue teasing along the underside of his length, my lips barely grazing as I stroked him with my hand.
My gaze locked with his, watching the way his dark eyes burned with something raw, unrestrained.
Ethan chuckled, his fingers slipping lower, grazing my inner thigh. “I think you like having us at your mercy, sweetheart.”
Mason’s hand slid around my throat, not squeezing, just resting there, feeling the rapid pulse beneath his palm.
“That right, babe?” he murmured, his thumb stroking over my skin. “You like having us at your mercy?”
I smirked, my lips ghosting over Owen’s tip as I whispered, “I love it.”
Owen let out a rough sound, his patience snapping as he gripped my jaw, tilting my head back just enough to force my gaze up to his.
His pupils were blown wide, his expression dark and dangerously enticing.
“Then let’s see how much you love being ruined,” he rasped.
Before I could take another breath, he took control, thrusting into my waiting mouth, deep and unrelenting.
My hands gripped his thighs for balance, my body surrendering to him completely.
The room spun with heat, pleasure, and raw desire.
Behind me, Ethan and Mason didn’t wait.
Mason’s fingers skimmed lower, teasing between my legs, spreading me open as Ethan knelt behind me, his breath hot against my bare skin.
“You're dripping,” Mason groaned, his fingers sliding through my slick heat, spreading me open wider. “So fucking desperate for us.”
I whimpered around Owen, the combined sensations making my body tremble.
Ethan’s lips found the curve of my ass. “We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart.”
His hands skimmed over my hips, slow and deliberate, his grip firm as he pulled me back against him. His breath ghosted over my heated skin, teasing, his lips trailing a wicked path down my spine.
“God, I love seeing you like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. “You're wild.”
Behind me, Mason’s fingers worked me open, his touch unrelenting, precise, pushing me closer to the edge with every teasing stroke.
But it was Ethan who stole my breath as he knelt behind me, his fingers digging into my flesh as he took his time savoring the sight of me.
Owen groaned above me, his grip in my hair tightening as he thrust deep, his movements erratic, desperate. “Shit, she's so fucking good at this.”
I moaned around him, the vibration drawing a sharp inhale from his lips, but I barely had time to process it before Ethan made his move.
The first stroke of his tongue sent a shudder ripping through me.
A cry tore from my throat, muffled by Owen’s thick length, as Ethan worked me with slow, devastating precision, his tongue flicking, teasing, pushing me closer and closer to the edge once more.
His grip tightened on my hips, holding me still as he licked into me, his mouth relentless.
Mason chuckled low, his fingers still stroking, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.
I whimpered, my body shaking, my knees threatening to give out beneath the weight of their touch.
Ethan groaned against me, the vibration sending another pulse of pleasure spiraling through my body.
“Fuck, she tastes so good,” he growled, his tongue pressing deeper and making me jolt. “I could keep her like this for hours.”
I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.
The pleasure was too much. Too sharp, too consuming.
Owen’s grip on my hair tightened as he pushed deeper, his thrusts losing their rhythm.
“Fuck, fuck.”
His voice was strained, his muscles locked tight.
The moment he spilled down my throat, groaning my name, Ethan doubled down, his tongue moving faster, his fingers digging into my thighs as he held me in place.
I gasped, my body shuddering violently as the pleasure detonated inside me, my climax tearing through me like a live wire.
Ethan groaned in satisfaction, licking me through it, dragging every last tremor from my overstimulated body.
Mason cursed under his breath, his fingers still gripping my waist as he watched me unravel.
Owen stroked my cheek, his breathing still ragged. “Goddamn, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Ethan’s fingers slid from me, leaving me trembling and breathless.
In one swift movement, he flipped me onto my stomach, my body pressing into the mattress.
I gasped when his hands ran down my spine, firm, possessive, as he nudged my legs apart with his knee.
Mason and Owen watched, their eyes dark with anticipation.
Ethan leaned over me, his lips grazing my ear.
“You’ve been so good for us,” he murmured, his fingers trailing down to where I was already soaked, spreading me open with deliberate slowness. “Now, I think it’s time I take what's mine.”
A whimper escaped me as he gripped my hips, his cock pressing against my entrance, teasing, not giving me what I desperately needed.
I moaned, my fingers clenching the sheets as he sank deeper, filling me completely.
He didn’t move at first, just let me feel every inch of him, the delicious stretch making me tremble.
Then, with a slow, devastating roll of his hips, he started to thrust.
I gasped, arching beneath him, every nerve ending firing at once.
Ethan set a slow, punishing rhythm, his grip tightening on my hips as he drove into me, each thrust sending pleasure spiraling through me.
“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured against my skin. “Being fucked while they watch?”
I whimpered, unable to form words, my body completely surrendering to his.
Ethan reached down, fingers finding my clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxed. “Give them a show.”
Pleasure coiled deep, heat licking up my spine.
The pressure was unbearable, overwhelming, and yet I never wanted it to stop.
His fingers pressed harder against my clit, and that was it. I came undone with a sharp cry, my body tightening around him as pleasure tore through me, relentless and all-consuming.
Ethan cursed, his movements stuttering as he groaned my name, his release following mine, his body trembling against me as he spilled deep inside.
The sun streamed through the blinds, dancing on the walls, but I barely noticed it. My body felt like it was still on fire from last night, the memory of their touch, their heat, lingering on my skin.
Every inch of me was a reminder of how completely I’d given in, how completely they’d claimed me. But as I lay there, tangled in the sheets, a knot tightened in my chest.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the fragile moment of peace. I groaned, blinking against the daylight, and reached for it.
The name on the screen made my stomach sink. Daniel Parker.
Again.
I hesitated for a moment, my thumb hovering over the green answer button.
Then I took a breath and swiped to pick up as I snuck from the room to take this in private.
“Aurora.” His voice sliced through the line, cold and furious. “Where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting on you for days now. Do you remember Sterling and Co.? You're supposed to be handling them, and now they’re calling me every damn hour. Every hour . They only want to work with you, and you're nowhere to be found. What the hell is going on? I thought I made myself clear.”
I exhaled slowly, the pressure mounting behind my eyes. “I know, Daniel. Things are complicated right now.”
“Complicated?” he snapped, his voice rising in frustration. “This isn’t some side project. Sterling is pissed, and I can’t keep stalling them. They want you. You're the one they’re interested in. And you're playing house out there like it’s some damn vacation?”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to rein in my thoughts. “It’s not a vacation, Daniel. I’m dealing with legal issues right now with the bookstore.”
There was a sharp pause on the other end.
“Legal issues?” Daniel’s voice was incredulous, like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. “Are you serious right now? I thought it was just some bookstore to sell. I don’t know why you're making this such an issue.”
I rubbed my temple, frustration mixing with a growing sense of guilt. “My uncle left a mess that I need to fix.”
“And that's more important? I need you back here this week.”
“I…” This was bad, really bad. “I can’t.”
“You don’t want to lose this job, do you?”
The words stung, harder than they should have.
I had worked so hard to get to where I was, but now I wasn’t sure if I even wanted it anymore.
The weight of the decision I had to make was overwhelming. I couldn’t make a choice right now.
“I'll be back soon,” I said quietly, though the words felt hollow. “As soon as I can.”
“You’d better,” Daniel snapped. “And you’d better have a damn good explanation when you get here. If I don’t hear from you again in the next twenty-four hours, I’m pulling you off the Sterling account, and you can kiss that ‘future’ goodbye.”
The call ended abruptly, leaving an echo of silence hanging in the air.
I stood there for a long moment, phone still in hand, staring at nothing.
The hollow sting of Daniel's words lingered, but I wasn’t sure if I was more upset about his anger or the fact that I didn’t actually want to run back to the city.
I’d known I couldn’t keep this up forever, but now?
Now it felt too late to pull away. I’d already crossed a line I wasn’t sure I could uncross. And I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to.
But deep down, I knew I had to. Before it got messier.
I couldn’t let myself fall too hard for these men.
Because no matter how much I wanted to ignore it, the truth was clear as day: this was a temporary thing.
What I had with them—what I wanted from them—couldn’t last.
I had a life waiting for me back in the real world. A job, a career, an identity that didn’t include a complicated, impossible love affair with three brothers.
I had to cut myself loose.
Before I couldn’t anymore.
I just wasn’t sure if I had the strength to do it.