CHAPTER SEVEN
“LET’S GET OXYS,” Rox says to Maze once we’re inside.
Peach is already bouncing off, heading up the stairs to see if Billy’s in his room.
“Good idea,” says Maze, putting his arms around both of us and steering us towards their bedroom door. Rox and I giggle, but it feels nice being under his arm too. Belonging with them.
Inside, the room looks even messier than it did last night. Wyatt’s leather cut is draped over the unmade bed, stray pieces of Rox’s clothing are littered about the floor. Plates and cups from breakfast have been added to the growing stacks of unwashed dishes on most of the surfaces.
Rox lights a stick of incense while Maze unlocks the small metal cabinet in the corner of the room and pulls out a pill bottle. He dispenses one small white pill to Rox and I and then takes one himself.
“This’ll help smooth you out,” Rox explains, but I don’t need any explanation. I’ll take anything they give me. Anything to help me get away from this place.
Maze hands me a bottle of water and I guzzle the whole thing down, insatiably thirsty, and Rox and Maze laugh while they polish off their own bottles of water.
My jaw is clenching, my thirst unquenchable, my skin glistening with a sheer cold sweat, but I feel fantastic.
No collar, no Billy, and it’s all thanks to Rox and Maze.
I’m incredulous that I found a safe space with them, that any of this is happening, and I start telling them.
How much I appreciate them. How special they are. How beautiful.
And the best part is that they meet me right where I am. Yes, Rox agrees. This is something amazing, the three of us.
“You’re so beautiful, Max,” she whispers, intense and heartfelt, stroking my cheek. And it feels so real when she says it, like she sees something in me. Something that no one else has taken the time to find.
“So are you,” I whisper back and mean it.
I’m gripped by her beauty. Her wild copper hair, those beautiful green eyes. When she leans forward and kisses me, it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Because I love her.
Her soft lips and soft tongue soothe something frazzled and sharp in me.
When she pulls away and turns to kiss Maze, I miss her touch—except that Maze lifts one thick hand to my hair, his thumb stroking gently, and the sensation makes my scalp prickle with heat.
I lean into his touch. His hand is big and solid. Safe.
He turns to me with a slow, lopsided smile, and then he’s kissing me—deeper and rougher than Rox, his goatee scratching at my mouth in a way that somehow feels good. Masculine.
“Oh my God,” Rox giggles, running a hand up my arm. “It’s so fun to feel so close to you guys like this.” Then she’s kissing my neck, her breath hot and soft against my skin.
Hands. Warmth. Skin. Laughter.
Everything blurs.
I’m cocooned in them, in the heat and the haze of our touching and kissing, and I swear I can feel their love radiating through me like light particles through a filter. It fills me with a glowing radiance.
Maze reaches around Rox’s back and unties her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor.
“Isn’t she sexy?” he asks me, and I nod with a kind of fierce pride. She is sexy, with her small, firm tits and wide smile. Maze reaches for her, brushing fingers over her nipples, and I join him, delighting in the way her nipple hardens under my touch.
Then Rox is reaching for Maze’s T-shirt, urging him to lift it off, and soon she and I are both running our hands over his burly stomach and chest, tracing our fingernails through the dark hair.
We laugh and hush, alternately reverent and delighted. Before long, my clothes are coming off too—my shirt, then my shorts—until I’m standing in front of them completely naked, without a shred of self-consciousness. There’s only love here.
Rox slides her hands down Maze’s chest, fingers tracing the faint line of hair that disappears under his waistband. “Take this off,” she murmurs, tugging at the edge of his jeans. “I want to see all of you.”
Maze chuckles under his breath, low and fond, but there’s heat behind it too.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He unbuttons his fly with one hand, the other still resting on my waist like he’s not ready to let go. His cock springs free, hard and heavy, and Rox makes a soft, pleased sound, like she’s unwrapping a gift.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” she says, stroking her fingers up the length of him like she’s done it a hundred times but still somehow can’t believe he’s real.
I can’t look away. My mouth goes dry. My pulse skitters. For a second, I feel like I’m standing in the middle of a fire—flushed, raw, and exposed.
Rox takes Maze’s hand and leads him toward the bed. “Come on,” she says. “I want us all together.”
Maze climbs onto the mattress and stretches out with lazy confidence, cock resting against his stomach, his gaze hungry but soft.
“You too, baby,” he says, reaching for me. “Get up here.”
I climb onto the bed near his feet, and he sits up, pulling me against him with a hearty chuckle until I’m lying on top of him, his cock pressing hot and heavy against my belly.
“You’re hot as fuck,” he murmurs against my mouth. “You know that, right? Sexy fucking babe.”
I laugh, and feel Rox’s warmth behind me, kissing the back of my neck, her arms wrapping around me and finding my breasts.
“You are,” she breathes. “You’re so beautiful that it hurts to look at you.”
I don’t know where to focus, Maze or Rox. Every inch of me is lit up and buzzing, like I’ve swallowed the stars.
Rox’s fingers slide down over my hips and ass while Maze kisses me deeply, his tongue and mouth moving against mine with slow, erotic exploration. Then Rox leans in, her lips brushing my ear:
“Can I make you come again?”
My thighs clench. Heat blooms low and deep, wet and immediate. My breath hitches, and I nod.
“Yes, please,” I whisper, breathless.
She guides me onto my back, settling between my legs, while Maze props himself on one elbow and strokes my hair back from my face, watching me with a look that borders on reverence.
“Mm, that’s it,” he murmurs, as Rox lowers her head and licks a long, slow stripe up my slit. I let out a low moan, hips lifting, and his hand slides to my chest, cupping one breast gently, thumb circling my nipple. “Doesn’t that feel good, baby? When she eats you out like that?”
“Yes,” I breathe, closing my eyes and arching my back. “God, yes.”
All I can feel is Maze’s fingers, running lightly through my hair, and Rox’s tongue, slick, soft, and hot, stroking over the most sensitive part of me. She sucks lightly at my clit and my whole body tightens.
Maze leans closer, his mouth brushing my temple.
“That’s good. Let yourself go, honey,” he continues. “You deserve to feel good.”
Rox moans against me like she’s the one being touched, sucking my clit softly into her mouth and flicking the underside with the tip of her tongue, and I gasp.
Maze kisses my temple, then my cheek, then finds my mouth. I open for him without hesitation as his goatee brushes my lips. His kiss is slow, deep, and unhurried. I lose all sense of orientation with both their mouths on me.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers into my mouth, voice thick with awe. “I wanna watch you come.”
Rox presses two fingers into me while her tongue flicks over my clit, and my whole body arches off the bed. Maze anchors me with one broad palm on my stomach, whispering soft encouragement as I fall apart.
“That’s it, baby. Let yourself go. That’s so good. Come for me.”
And I do.
I come hard, with a cry I don’t recognize, and Rox doesn’t stop—she works me through it, licking and stroking until I’m gasping. Convulsing under her touch.
“Fuck,” Maze groans. “Fuck, that’s so unbelievably hot, honey.”
Rox is smiling when she lifts her head from between my legs, mouth slick and eyes glassy. She crawls up over me and kisses me, open-mouthed.
“You’re fucking delicious,” she whispers against my lips, then turns to Maze.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
I can feel the love between them as if it were tangible.
He grins and sits up, moving behind her. “Love you too, baby.”
He puts his hands on her hips and pushes against her in a way that makes her rock forward, and I know he’s inside her by the way she breaks from my mouth on a gasp, hands bracing on either side of my head as she rocks back against him.
“Oh yes, baby,” she murmurs, eyes fluttering closed.
I reach up and cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples as Maze sets a slow, deep rhythm behind her.
“You feel so good,” he groans, voice low and rough. “So fucking good for me.”
Rox moans, opens her eyes, and looks down at me. Her expression burns in a way that makes my insides clench. Then she lowers her chin and kisses me, gasps and murmurs spilling from her lips as Maze fucks her.
“His cock is so good,” she stutters, breathless. “Oh, it’s so fucking good.”
Participating like this makes me feel honored, like I’ve been invited into something bigger than just the three of us. It’s more than sex. It’s love. And being part of this expression of love between Maze and Rox is transcendent. It’s beautiful.
Rox’s moans build, cresting higher as Maze thrusts into her harder, jolting her against me until—
“I’m coming,” she gasps, almost a whisper. “Fuck. Fuck, Maze. I’m coming—”
Maze growls low in his throat and keeps thrusting as she cries out and shudders all over, cheeks flushed. Then she draws in a long breath, bracing herself on her arms, and looks down at me, eyes glittering.
“Fuck, that was good,” she beams.
Maze pulls out and she rolls onto her back, panting. He bends down and kisses her, long and slow, and then lifts his head and turns to me.
He’s not done.
I can see how hard he still is. Thick and flushed and glistening. My breath catches.
“You ready, baby?” he asks, voice gone hoarse.
I nod. I can barely breathe.