Chapter 20
Jace’s handslid down my back, touching every inch of my exposed skin as he pulled me closer before dipping me and twirling me out. We’d danced for the past two songs, and I never wanted to stop.
Dancing with Jace felt like it did to perform with Kieran—effortless. If I didn’t know better, I would’ve believed we’d been dancing together for years.
“What are you thinking, Firecracker?” he asked as we slowed our steps.
“Just how we dance like we’ve been doing it forever.”
Jace smirked as he led me into the next transition. “I’ll dance with you anytime you want, Ev. I wouldn’t have faked an injury at my last competition if you’d been my partner growing up.”
Chuckling, I tried to imagine Jace as a teenager. He would’ve been the type of boy I admired from afar but was too shy at that time to approach.
A second later, we both groaned. The vibration I’d felt all day went off again, sending my eyes rolling back. Only when I regained myself did I realize Jace had responded the same way.
“Trash Panda… do you have something to share with the class?” I teased.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His cheeks had turned pink, belying his denial.
“Did something happen when you two disappeared?” I asked as I smoothed my hand over his backside. I tried to feel for what I thought was there without being too handsy.
“And what if it did?” he challenged, moving us so my hands had to grab back onto him in a hold.
“Then I’d be so happy for you both. But you don’t have to tell me. I already know.”
“How? Did he blab?” he cursed.
I giggled, shaking my head as we floated across the floor, not missing a beat as we dipped and spun.
“No. Cruz is a locked vault.” I smoothed my hand at the back of his head as I assessed him. “You seem lighter; like you dropped something you’d been carrying for a long time.”
Jace eyed me, his shoulders relaxing when he realized I wasn’t making fun of him. He kissed my cheek before spinning me out and then back to him.
“It seems I needed to take my own advice, Firecracker. I’ve officially given in to the bossy man, and now he’s reminding me how much he owns my ass.”
“You’re wearing the plug, aren’t you?” I asked, smiling.
“Do I want to know how you know that?”
“He offered them both to me that night at the club, and I chose the panties. So, I had a good guess of what he’d done. You know, if we double up our efforts, we could overpower the CLB energy.”
He snorted. “CLB? Do I want to know?”
“Certified Lover Boy. Cruz is all domineering and possessive, but you never doubt his love for you. But that doesn’t mean he’s not fun to play with. You in?” I wiggled my eyebrows dramatically at him. Jace smiled before looking over my shoulder like he was scared Cruz had heard me.
“Nu-uh. No can do, Firecracker. I was already warned about trying to outmatch your brat game. So, I concede and will happily submit to Cruz when I’m with him. But it changes nothing else,” he purred, his hand gripping my waist tighter.
“I didn’t think it would,” I answered. “I’m different with all three of you, so I would never expect you to be the same with me that you are with them. Our relationship is complicated, and I think we’re only scratching the surface of what it will be like, but if there’s one thing you’ll never have to worry about from me, it’s the pressure to be something you’re not.”
Jace smiled. “I wish I could kiss you so fucking bad right now, Firecracker. You’re so perfect for the three of us. I hope you know that.”
It was my turn for my cheeks to redden as we finished the song. My heart had taken flight, my pulse skyrocketing at the devotion in his words.
“Come on. I’ve hogged you long enough. It looks like Kieran requires one of us.” Jace pulled me off the dance floor toward the high-top table Kieran and Cruz were standing near.
A few investors and their wives were gathered, smiling and drinking as they tried to one-up the other more than the last. I’d met all of them over the past few days and hadn’t been impressed. They were exactly as I’d expected Kieran to be in the beginning—elitist, snobbish, and entitled. I didn’t know who was worse, the women or the men.
The men assumed I was a hooker and made snide comments to me as they tried to make a pass. The women looked down at me, eyeing my clothes and everything I ate. They clearly had the same views as my mother, and I didn’t meet their standards.
Too bad, ladies. I hadn’t changed for my demon mother, so I wouldn’t for you either.
Apparently, it was a crime to choose a college I wanted instead of those she labeled worthy. Even after graduating—which I paid for with scholarships and the college fund my grandparents had set up—my mother still wasn’t impressed with my future prospects when I admitted I had no intention of joining an orchestra. To her, I was the ultimate failure.
My degree was useless. My friends were nameless. My weight was atrocious. And my future was hopeless.
In the eyes of my mother, the only desired goal left for me was marrying up. I’d already disappointed her by choosing not to follow through with music—the only thing she thought I had any talent in. But to top off her asshole cake, by not being ashamed of my body, I had committed the most grievous sin in her book. No “worthy” man would ever want me. The tragedy!
Jokes on you, Mom. If you could only see your fat whore of a daughter now with a famous photographer, successful business owner, and genius tech mogul. The scandal! Just picturing the look on her face made me chuckle.
When I finally realized I’d never make my mother happy, I officially severed all ties with my family at the age of twenty-two. It was the real reason I dropped the ‘B’ in my name. ‘Beverly’ was dead to me. My maternal grandmother had always been a massive bitch, so I didn’t love being named after her, to begin with. Add in the years of my mother berating me, and I decided I no longer needed those bitches in my life, anyway.
Yeah, it might be petty, but as Everly, I’d recreated myself and become the woman I was today. I still had things to figure out, like what I wanted to do with my life, but I was happy.
I accepted myself—chubby belly and thick thighs included.
I didn’t shame myself for liking sex and instead relished in the fact I was good at it. Orgasms were the world’s best medicine. If half of the women my mother hung out with had more orgasms, they probably wouldn’t be as heinous.
“Your girlfriend’s awfully close with your best friend, Kieran,” Mr. Woodard remarked, giving me a salacious look.
“You’re funny, Leo,” a high-pitched voice chided. “Not only is he gay, but she’s too fat for any man to cheat with. They’re safe.” She chortled like he’d told the funniest joke on the earth.
Cruz, Kieran, Jace, and I froze; our smiles dropping as we took in the idiotic people gathered. It was a toss-up among us who’d speak up first, but I was glad I managed it and hoped Kieran wouldn’t hate me later for spilling secrets.
“Oh honey, you say fat like it’s a bad word.” I gave her a fake pout. “You can call me fat all you want. It doesn’t hurt my feelings. Nor does the fact you think I am and couldn’t get a man because of it. I have never, nor will I ever, care what you or anyone in your group think of me. You’re not going to make me feel bad about myself because I love who I am, regardless of what anyone else says. I listen to my body and give it what it wants. Including all the cock I can take.” I turned away, stopping and staring back at her shocked expression. “Just so you have all your information correct, this ‘gay man’ gives the best cunnilingus I’ve ever had.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she looked at the other men and women around, looking for support. Some of the women looked embarrassed for her and a few for me, but what was more interesting was how they were now looking at Jace. My possessive side came out, and I wrapped my arm around him, claiming him as mine as I leaned into his body. Jace’s head tilted down, a bright smile on his face as he stared at me, a little wonder in his eyes that quickly shifted to mischief—my lovable prankster.
“I’m not sure she knows what that word is, Firecracker. Her husband doesn’t look like the giving type. I doubt he’s ever actually pleased her to begin with.”
The man in question’s face turned red. I hadn’t meant to insult anyone. If anything, I was trying to defuse the situation to show her words didn’t hurt me and save Kieran’s relationship with these people. I didn’t have to like them for them to invest in his products. His creations changed people’s lives, so if they wanted to feel good for a moment of theirs by thinking they were doing something nice, so be it. At the end of the day, people who needed them would benefit from Kieran’s products being on the market.
A body warmed my back, soft fingers trailing over the exposed skin before stopping at the top of my butt. A bulge pressed into me, and I had to hide a moan in a fake yawn.
“I don’t believe I’m the right business for you to invest in, Mr. and Mrs. Vargas,” Kieran’s smooth voice said, bringing goosebumps to my skin.
“Wait—” Mr. Vargas started but stopped almost as quickly, making me want to look up to see Kieran’s eyes. I bet they were stone-cold.
“As for the rest of you, the last demonstration of my new VR starts soon. You’ll each have a room with headsets, and we’ll be transported to our virtual card game. All the money tonight will go toward my foundation, Voices in Motion.”
I sucked in a breath at the mention of Voices in Motion, a place I frequently volunteered at. How was it his? Could he get any better?
Kieran pressed into me, turning my body with his touch as he ushered me and Jace out of there. I wondered briefly if he was upset, if I had crossed over the boundary and offended his investors.
“I’m sorry—” we both said at the same time.
“You’re sorry?” I asked, confused.
“Most of those people are horrible, and I never noticed until I had something to care about.” He stroked my arm, his head tilting as he gazed at me. “Why are you sorry?”
“I thought I embarrassed you.” I bit my lip to stop myself from saying too much. Geez, I had it bad for this man.
“Embarrassed me? No. Never.” Kieran stepped closer and cupped my jaw. “The things they said infuriated me, and then I was angry at myself for not stepping in, lass.”
“Oh, sweetie, I don’t need you to stand up for me. I meant what I said. I don’t care what they say or think. I fought that battle long ago, and they won’t make me feel any differently. Thank you for caring enough about me to want to, but don’t be angry. It’s not needed. I promise.”
“I never would’ve been able to say anything to them before this trip. You’re making me brave, Mo Chuisle.”
“You do the same for me in different ways,” I admitted. I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath of his cologne. “Do you have to go?” I asked, not wanting to be away from him.
“Unfortunately.” He bent his head to my forehead, his hands moving up and down my ribs.
“Can I come with you? Just to keep you company.” I bit my lip as naughty ideas filled my mind. Kieran didn’t seem to catch them and looked shocked I wanted to.
Earlier, when Jace and Cruz had disappeared, I’d pushed him into Cruz’s room under the guise of getting Buns, and sucked him until he exploded in my mouth. My pussy was so needy that I got him hard again and rode him until both our bodies shook from pleasure overload. We’d just come out when we ran back into Jace and Cruz.
But even with those two orgasms today, my pussy wasn’t done. The panties kept me in a perpetual state of need, and my exhibitionist side wanted to live on the dangerous side.
“You’d want to?” Kieran asked, blushing.
“I love watching you work. It’s almost as good as you performing,” I teased.
“Let her go with you, Kier. There’s that thing I need to work on, anyway. I’ll have it done by the time you’re finished.”
Kieran looked back at Jace, who I quite frankly had forgotten was there. “Yeah, okay.”
Jace smirked and kissed my cheek before walking off. I didn’t know where Cruz had gone, but it didn’t matter right that second. Kieran pulled me along as he made his way to the rooms the VR were set up in. I didn’t know how he kept straight where everything was, but he always knew exactly where to go.
“Go on inside. I’ll just check they’re all ready.”
Kieran opened a door and motioned me in before it closed. The room was small, barely bigger than the bathroom. There was a table and chair with a set of glasses laid out. A tablet and notebook were also present, and I wondered if that was so Kieran could take notes.
He returned a few minutes later, smiling the second he saw me. He kissed me softly before taking a seat and pulled me down on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and played with his soft hair while he opened his tablet and hit a few keys.
“I wish I had a spare for you, lass.”
“I don’t mind. I’m just happy to be here.”
And I want to fuck you while you play. Probably best there aren’t glasses for that.
Once he had the glasses on, he started chatting with the others, explaining the features of his versus what was currently on the market. I was too busy running my hands over his chest and unbuttoning his shirt to listen. Kieran froze at first but didn’t stop me. I leaned up and whispered in his ear.
“I’m so hot thinking about what I can do to you while they’re none the wiser. If you’re not okay with that, tell me now. Do you want me to continue?”
He nodded, swallowing hard. Smirking, I stroked his leg and remembered how much he liked direction.
“Good boy, Kier. Now sit still and don’t make a sound.”
I had his shirt completely opened and unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. Kieran was by far the longest of the three guys. Cruz’s had the piercings that made me sing, and Jace’s was thick and girthy, filling me perfectly.
Kieran throbbed at my touch. His tip leaking as I wiped it off with my thumb and stuck it in my mouth to suck. I moaned at his taste and watched as his chest turned red. His words were stilted to the investors, his comments minimal.
Dropping my fingers into my pussy, I fingered myself until I came close to the edge, my legs shaking as I drew out my digits.
“Open,” I whispered and placed them in his mouth.
Kieran licked, and I wondered if his character was doing that or only what his hands did. Turning, I pressed my hands on the table and spotted the tablet. It showed a poker table with five men around it and a dealer.
Ah, so this must be what they were seeing. Thankfully, it didn’t look like Kieran’s avatar was doing anything other than playing poker.
Lifting my dress, I braced my legs on either side of his and lined him up to my pussy. I swiped his tip through my wetness, lubing him up before I sank down. He cursed, and I watched as his character folded his cards on the table. I almost felt bad, but I was having too much fun to give in now.
Slowly, I rocked myself up and down as I watched them play cards. Kieran’s breathing became more erratic by the second, but he stayed quiet. One hand had fallen to my hip as he helped me move. Increasing my pace, I pushed back more, and I took him deeper. The table thumped against the wall as I pressed into it; my movements jerky as I rode Kieran harder. The sound of our skin slapping grew louder as the smell of our arousal filled the space.
Kieran pulled my body up, surprising me. His hand dipped into my dress as he cupped my breast, his character still playing cards on the screen. Despite the fact they weren’t really in the same room, the effect was all the same, making me wetter as I pictured myself fucking Kieran while he played poker.
Maybe I’d have to do it with the guys. It could be a new version of strip poker.
Kieran’s avatar suddenly vanished from the tablet, my only indication that he was done being a bystander as he stood up, gripped my hips and pounded into me harder. Now that I didn’t have to hold back, I let loose my moans as Kieran fucked me hard and fast; just how I liked it. Knowing I’d driven him to breaking had me so wet.
My orgasm hit me quickly, and Kieran followed, roaring as he came, his body shaking against mine. Panting, I blinked as I realized we’d moved. Kieran had sat back down with me in his lap. His cock was still in me as it softened, and I could feel his cum leaking down my leg, but it didn’t seem like either of us planned on moving. He kissed me long and slow before placing the glasses back on and rejoining the game.
I watched on the tablet as he joined in like he hadn’t just fucked me hard, practically in front of his investors. His free hand lazily roamed my body, squeezing my tits and rubbing my clit as he kept bringing me to the edge. My body was so sensitive that I twitched with each swipe of his fingers, enjoying his touches as he explored. And when his cock grew hard inside me again, he turned me around, and I fucked him again while he won fifty thousand dollars for his foundation.
“I think that’s my favorite demonstration,” I slurred when we were done.
“Mine too.”
Kieran smiled, his face so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself as I kissed him. I was so done for this man. He’d had my heart for so long when I hadn’t even known his name or face, but now that the man I’d known and loved was real, it only made it better. The words were on my tongue, but I held back, too scared I was jumping in too soon.
The walk back was quiet as I debated with myself, and I didn’t even realize we returned to the room until Kieran opened the door and covered my eyes before stepping in.
“What are you doing?” I asked, giggling.
In response, he dropped them and revealed Cruz and Jace naked on the bed with a chocolate cake in the middle of them.
“Happy Birthday, Everly.”