33. Maeve
MAEVE
My breath freezes in my lungs.
Every muscle in my body goes rigid as I stare at Ford, who’s standing in the doorway wearing a Santa hat that somehow makes him look both ridiculous and devastatingly handsome at the same time. My mind races with a thousand thoughts at once.
Should I feel guilty? But—why? I’m not really his fiancée.
But some part of me still feels like I’ve been caught red-handed. Like he’s going to be furious with me. Like this perfect moment is about to shatter into a million pieces.
“Ford, I didn’t—” I start, then break off. How do you explain being caught fucking your fake fiancé’s best friend? There’s no spin that makes this look innocent.
He arches a brow and leans against the doorframe with casual elegance that makes my stomach flutter despite my rising panic.
“Don’t stop.”
I open my mouth to speak again, thinking that’s what he meant—to not stop talking. But he shakes his head, something dark and hungry flickering in his ice-blue eyes.
“I said don’t stop. Let me see you ride him, Spitfire.” His voice is low and commanding, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re doing a damn good job of it.”
My stomach swoops.
Holy shit, what did he just say?
The approval in his voice, the way he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, makes my head spin. I expected anger, jealousy, maybe even hurt. Not this heated appreciation that makes my skin burn.
As if sensing my confusion, Hayden grips my hips and lifts me slightly before bringing me back down on his cock, making me moan as he fills me again.
Heat explodes through my core, and I start to move again, grinding and rocking and bouncing, my eyes still locked with Ford’s as I fuck myself on Hayden’s length.
The weight of Ford’s gaze makes me feel vulnerable and powerful all at once. There’s something so fucking hot about being watched like this.
Hayden pinches my nipples through my bra, making me gasp and look down at him.
“Show him how good I’m making you feel,” he says, his voice gruff with arousal and something else—pride, I think. Like he wants to show off how perfectly I respond to his touch, how well I take his cock, how thoroughly he’s claimed me.
I realize that he likes this. Likes knowing that his best friend is watching. Likes the exhibition of it all.
And god help me, so do I.
The thought sends a fresh wave of arousal through me, making my movements more confident and deliberate. I feel wild and reckless, spurred on by their reactions.
Feeling bold, I arch my back and let out a soft moan as Hayden hits a particularly perfect spot deep inside me. Ford’s pupils dilate at the sound, and I see his hands clench into fists at his sides.
“Look at you,” Ford’s voice strokes over me like velvet, his tone low and commanding. “Taking his cock so perfectly. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be worshipped like the goddess you are.”
The possessive note in his voice makes my pulse race. I whimper Hayden’s name, and then, without thinking, Ford’s name too.
Something electric passes between all three of us, charging the air with possibilities.
Ford strides closer, the space around us crackling with tension.
He reaches out to touch me, his fingers skimming along my collarbone before moving down to cup one of my breasts through the lace.
The dual sensation of Hayden buried inside me and Ford’s hands on my skin is overwhelming in the best possible way.
“She’s close,” Hayden observes, reaching between us to rub my clit with his thumb in slow, deliberate circles. “Look at how she’s trembling for us.”
“She’s beautiful like this,” Ford agrees, his hands joining Hayden’s on my body, making quick work of my bra clasp. His thumbs brush over my nipples until I arch into his touch with a gasp. “Fucking gorgeous.”
Their voices mix together in low tones as they keep talking, describing how wet I am, how I’m responding to everything they do, what makes me moan the loudest. Their words make me feel drunk on the attention, especially with the way they’re touching me too.
The dual stimulation is devastating. Hayden works my clit with expert precision while Ford teases my nipples, rolling them between his fingers until I’m writhing between them like I’m on fire. The combination sends me spiraling toward the edge faster than I ever have before.
“Come for us,” Hayden commands, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he fucks up into me with increasing speed. “Let us see how beautiful you are when you fall apart.”
“That’s it, Spitfire,” Ford murmurs. “Let go. We’ve got you.”
The permission, the encouragement, the feelings crashing through my body… it’s all too much. I come hard, crying out as my body convulses around Hayden’s cock. Pleasure rushes through me in waves that seem to go on forever, until I’m shaking and gasping for air.
Hayden bucks beneath me, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chases his own release. His fingers dig into my hips as he finds it, groaning my name as he fills the condom with jet after jet of cum.
I try to catch my breath, but my body is still wound tight despite the powerful orgasm. Every nerve ending feels alive, oversensitive, and somehow still hungry for more. I keep clenching around Hayden unconsciously, and he groans at the sensation.
“Seems like you’re not done being filled up,” Hayden observes roughly, and a knowing look passes between the two men. “Do you want more?”
My eyes widen as I realize what he’s asking.
Does he mean Ford too? Both of them?
The thought makes my pussy clench around Hayden again, and I feel a fresh wave of arousal surge inside me despite having just climaxed. The idea of taking Ford too, of being claimed by both of them, makes me dizzy with arousal.
I swallow hard, then nod shakily. “Yes.”
Ford steps even closer, the heat of his body radiating into mine. He tilts my chin up with two fingers, making me meet his icy blue gaze.
“Tell me exactly what you want,” he says in a low voice that makes my toes curl. “I want to hear you say it. Word for word.”
“Ford.” My voice comes out thick and breathless. “Please fuck me.”
Something dark and hungry flashes in his eyes as his nostrils flare. “Fucking hell, I thought you’d never ask.”
Hayden chuckles roughly at that, then pulls out with a soft groan and helps me lie back against the plush velvet cushions. Ford steps forward, his hands already working at his belt and shirt with practiced efficiency.
He shrugs off his jacket and unbuttons his shirt, shedding it in one fluid motion and revealing the muscled chest I’ve admired from afar so many times. But instead of finishing undressing, he drops to his knees between my spread thighs.
I gasp when his mouth finds me without warning, his tongue immediately seeking out my oversensitive clit.
The sensation is almost too much. I’m still swollen from Hayden, slick with my own arousal.
But Ford seems to savor the taste of me like I’m the best meal he’s ever eaten, licking and sucking at my clit with obvious enjoyment.
“Ford,” I breathe, squirming a little on the chaise.
It feels filthy and intimate and perfect.
He works his way up my body slowly, pressing kisses and little bites to my skin that make me shiver and arch beneath him.
When he finally reaches my mouth, I tug the ridiculous Santa hat off his head, needing to feel his hair between my fingers as he kisses me deeply.
It’s different from Hayden—softer but no less intense. Full of promise and possession that makes my heart race against my ribs.
From somewhere nearby, Hayden groans appreciatively. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmurs, clearly enjoying the show from his position on the chaise.
Ford pulls back long enough to shove his pants and boxers down, then reaches for a condom from his wallet. Once he’s rolled it on, he positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing me.
“How are you still so tight after riding Hayden like a champion?” he grits out. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I’m overwhelmed by it all. I’ve never had sex back-to-back like this, and my body is in a different state—so aroused and sensitive that every touch feels magnified tenfold.
When he starts to slide into me, stretching me in a different way than Hayden, I come again almost immediately. The sensation of him filling me, combined with how oversensitive I am, is too much to handle.
Ford groans his approval, the sound vibrating against my throat where he’s pressing hot kisses. “Such a dirty little girl,” he praises. “You’re going to come again for me, aren’t you?”
I gasp and nod frantically, already feeling the pressure building despite having just climaxed. “Yes. Please, Ford.”
He starts to move with long, deep strokes that make my hips buck and my head fall back as pleasure washes over me in waves. Both he and Hayden keep up a steady stream of praise and encouragement that has me climbing toward another peak impossibly fast.
“That’s our girl,” Hayden says, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Taking him just as perfectly as you took me. Such a good girl for us.”
“So beautiful,” Ford’s lips skim my ear, and he groans as he thrusts deeper inside me. “So responsive. I could watch you come apart all night long.”
When I reach the edge again, Ford demands that I say his name. I whimper it at first, then know I’m going to scream it as the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo.
I grab the discarded Santa hat and bite down on the soft fabric to muffle my sounds, not wanting to alert the entire party to what we’re doing.
I’m shaking from the multiple orgasms, my body feeling like it’s been taken apart and put back together on an atomic level.
Ford gently pulls the hat from my mouth, then kisses me soft and slow, his hands stroking soothing circles on my overheated skin to help me come down from the overwhelming pleasure.
Then he glances toward the door, a rueful expression crossing his face. “Shit, I forgot to lock it too.”
I follow his gaze, and part of me actually hopes that Gabriel will walk in next. I feel crazy for wishing that—what am I thinking he’d do? Join us?
The thought makes my body respond with a fresh wave of arousal that should be impossible after what I’ve just experienced.
Ford looks down at me, something glinting in his eyes almost like he’s reading my mind. He chuckles darkly, a heated smile curving his lips.
“Are you okay?” Hayden asks, a touch of concern in his voice.
I almost burst into hysterical laughter at the question. What a thing to ask after what just happened. I nod, not trusting my voice yet.
I’m more than okay. But I am… confused. What just happened between us? What does it mean going forward?
I’m too scared to ask them, worried about what answers they might give. It was a mistake. It was heat of the moment and it’s never happening again. It was about them, not me—just playing one of their possessive competitive games. Oh, we do this with all the girls, haven’t you heard?
While I might know my worth better than I did when I was with Liam, I know myself and my heart. My self-esteem is still far too fragile to handle hearing something like that. Better to just keep my mouth shut and be grateful I got to experience this even once.
Ford and Hayden help me get dressed again, taking care to get my outfit put back together perfectly. It’s sweet, but I don’t know what to do with this level of consideration after… what we just shared.
I wonder if either of them knows what to say. I sure don’t. I want them to keep having that take-charge attitude, that confidence they’ve always shown at work and—clearly—in bed. I want them to tell me how to handle this, what it means.
But they seem as lost as I am.
We rejoin the party, and luckily, nobody seems to have noticed our absence.
I don’t see Robert, and I wonder if he’s off sulking somewhere after Hayden’s intervention.
I feel a bit smug about that, honestly. I wasn’t trying to encourage any flirtations, and I’m glad Hayden stepped in to protect me, even if he misunderstood the situation initially.
Lydia is across the room chatting with some other people around her age that she probably knows from growing up here. I don’t see Liam anywhere, which is a relief. Elaine and Charles are sipping drinks while listening to some other man holding court about something that clearly bores them.
I can feel eyes on me, and I look around, following the magnetic pull.
Gabriel is standing with a group of men who seem to be discussing sports. He looks bored out of his mind—unless it’s European football, Gabriel doesn’t care about athletic discussions.
But he’s looking directly at me, his amber eyes narrowing slightly as his brows furrow. His gaze drops down my body and then drags back up slowly, assessing every detail, and I flush under the scrutiny.
I can’t help but think that somehow, Gabriel knows exactly what just happened.