Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
ANDIE
Jealous motherfucker.
I know exactly what he’s doing, and the point he’s trying to make. And as much as I want to drop-kick him where he stands, this messed-up tangle of a relationship between the five of us isn’t going to work without compromise and reassurance. Each of my guys needs different things from me. Jax needs my reassurance and closeness, Keane my stubborn strength. Liam needs my attention and understanding. And Rafe? Right now, he needs me on my knees in supplication to prove to him that I’m still his. And he needs Keane and Jax to witness it. I get it. Doesn’t mean I have to make it easy for him.
“Make me.”
Those sky-blue eyes behind dark lashes turn black as his pupils expand, like an eclipse blotting out the midday sky.
Rafe takes a step toward me but stops, and I quirk a dark-blonde eyebrow at him. He matches it with one of his own, and I suppress the stupid grin from curving my lips. A small part of me is mad at him for all the shit he’s pulled since I came back, but the bigger part—the part that still loves him and wants him—wins out over the hurt. Life is too short not to go after what I want. And I want them.
He glances at Keane, then at Jax, a silent message passing between the three of them. Keane’s face hardens, but he stays back and folds his arms over his thick chest.
“Turn around,” Rafe says, and I do, which puts me face-to-face with Jax.
He’s white-knuckling the arms of the chair, and I can only assume it’s because Rafe has taken control and he’s being forced to watch.
Fingertips touch my back, stroking up the dip at my lumbar where the halter top doesn’t cover. An explosion of tingles cascades over my flushed skin like popping embers. Rafe’s hand moves to the back zipper of my pants. The click of the zipper teeth as he pulls the slider down has heat quickly building between my legs. Soft lips meet the nape of my neck, and my eyes briefly close at the contact as memories of the other times Rafe kissed me there come flooding back.
“Be careful with her left hand,” Keane says.
Rafe glides his fingers over my shoulder and down my left arm, carefully lifting my hand. “Does it hurt?” he asks me with concern. He examines his bracelet with Keane’s ring now dangling from it.
“Your fucking brother snapped her finger in four places. Of course it fucking hurts,” Jax spits out.
Rafe pulls in a painful breath of air, gently pressing my injured hand to his cheek. I can tell the exact moment he changes his mind about what we’re about to do and tries to step away from me.
Twisting around, I grab his forearm. “Don’t.” When his glassy eyes raise to search my face, I step closer. “Don’t let him win. Alejandro has no place here.”
Rafe rubs over the bruise on my face. “He hurt you. I should have been there to stop him.”
Tapping a light finger above where he was shot, I say, “He hurt you too. He doesn’t get to win. He doesn’t get to have this,” I emphasize, bringing his hand to splay over my heart.
With as much grace as I can, I peel the leather pants down my legs and kick them away, leaving my ass and pussy bare because I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Then I shimmy out of my halter until I’m standing before him completely naked. Keane makes an appreciative noise at the sight of me, and it helps bolster my courage.
“I decide who to give my heart to,” I tell Rafe and drop to my knees, pulling his sweatpants down as I go.
At the sight of his hard cock, my core throbs with eagerness. I remember every time Rafe and I were together. Every thrust of his narrow hips. Every orgasm he gifted me. I want to feel that again.
But instead of taking what I want, I sit back on my heels and wait. These men are the only ones I’ll allow to see this side of me. Being on my knees for them isn’t a sign of weakness. The opposite in fact. I may be giving him my submission, but that doesn’t mean I’ve given up my power.
I tip my head up to see his hungry blue gaze devouring every inch of me. Whatever brief internal war he was having with himself, dies a sudden death as I kneel at his feet.
“You are such a damn gorgeous sight. Te amo muchísimo, mi dolce rosa .” He gathers my hair in his fist. “I don’t deserve your heart. But I won’t give it back.”
“I don’t want you to.”
The air conditioning kicks in, causing my skin to gooseflesh and my nipples to harden. Anyone could step off the elevator now, walk around the corner, and see us. I couldn’t care less.
I can see the second he finally makes a decision and fully gives in.
A cocky smirk appears. “Show them who you belong to.”
Licking my lips, I curve my good hand around the base of his thick cock and give him one long lick from root to tip along the underside vein. Rafe moans, his girth thickening in my hand, so I do it again. I remember all his pleasure points, and I’m going to hit each one until he’s begging for me to let him come.
“Again,” he rasps, tightening his hold in my hair.
My hand starts to roam through his soft, curly pubic hair before I’m helpless to stop myself from nuzzling there with my nose and breathing in his masculine scent. I cup his balls, massaging them before moving to stroke my thumb over his slit. Precum seeps out, and I hum when I lap up his musky taste. I’ve missed him so much. I’ve missed this. The intimacy between us that used to be so easy. I want that back.
Opening to suck him deep, I do it slowly, torturing him and loving every curse word, grunt, and whisper of adoration he emits as I take him to the back of my throat and swallow, letting the muscles close around him like a vice.
“God, fuck, baby. So good.”
I hum again so that he can feel the vibrations. I bob a few times to slick his shaft to make it easier for my tongue to glide over him. His hips jerk, wanting to fuck my mouth, but he’s holding back because he thinks he’s going to hurt me.
I release him with a pop, then nip along his inner thigh, nibbling across his tanned flesh. He has new tattoos I haven’t seen before. Beautiful, thorned vines of red roses that wrap around his leg, the words, Forever My Rose , written around the petals of the largest flower. He did that for me. Just like Keane has the Tinker Bell tattoo on his lower calf. Jax also has a tattoo he got to represent me, one of an angel. I discovered it that night when he, Keane, and Liam purged my demons, making love to me all night long until no memory of Max remained.
Tracing the roses with my finger, I kiss the design, my hand snaking around to palm his ass. “I love this,” I tell him. “I love you , Rafael. No more fighting or denying how I feel. Now please stop holding back and fuck me.”
My teeth graze the tip of his dick, and he succumbs to the fire between us. In one second flat, he rips his T-shirt over his head, steps out of his sweats that have pooled at his feet, and I’m suddenly lifted off the floor and into his arms.
“Rafe, stop. Your bandage,” I try to protest because he could tear his stitches again.
My concerns are silenced by his mouth that crushes mine in a brutal, tongue-lashing kiss that steals all my thoughts and has my clit pulsing in expectation of what’s to come. Being back in his arms feels overwhelming, and I hold on for dear life as he carries me across the room.
All too soon, my feet hit the cold wood floor, and I gasp when I’m pushed up against the wall of windows that overlooks the city. The chilled glass shocks my overheated skin, my breasts flattening on the smooth surface, and circles of condensation form from my ragged breaths.
“I want everyone to see that you’re mine,” Rafe growls at my back, roughly palming my ass as his front collides into me. Those clever hands mold to my curves, one reaching under to slide a finger through the wetness trickling down my thighs. His finger enters me, and my hips buck backward, needing more. Craving his touch.
“Has Keane touched you here?” he croons, adding a second finger.
“Y-yes.”
Rafe drags his thumb over my swollen, needy clit and taps it brusquely. I feel it like a drumbeat reverberating throughout my entire body.
“Has Jax fucked you with his tongue, tasting how sweet you are?” he says, licking up my spine, his cock prodding between my legs which are now shaking and are barely holding me upright.
My thighs clench together. An image of Jax waking me up earlier with his head buried between my legs has me moaning out a yes. Rafe slaps my pussy in punishment, but all it does is make me wetter and hungrier for him.
Rafe sucks on the sensitive skin at my shoulder right above where Jax bit me, marking me with a bruise I know I’ll see later. Dragging his hand up along the curve of my hip, he circles around to play with the thin chains of my belly button ring, before dropping lower to roughly thrust his fingers inside me once again. But this time, he doesn’t stop as he brutally invades my tight channel, three fingers deep. My hands slap on the glass to hold me in place as his hand pummels me to a quick, screaming orgasm.
Just as I’m about to explode into a thousand, glorious pieces, Rafe pulls out and thrusts his cock into me. And I fucking shatter.
“Rafe, fuck!” The sudden intrusion and stretch mixes pleasure with pain, an aphrodisiac that I can’t deny I’m now addicted to. Jax was the first to show me how enticing pain can be with sex when it comes from a place of love, not cruelty.
“I’m never letting you go again. Never,” he declares, fisting my hair and wrenching my head back.
Our kiss is desperate and sloppy as the force of his thrusts knock my feet off the floor. One of his hands grips my hip to hold me steady, while the other wedges between my breast and the window, pinching my nipple. I want to turn around so I can touch him, my fingers longing to reacquaint themselves with every smooth, defined ripple of muscle of his chest and abs. His breathing becomes shallow and harsh, and I know it must be taking every bit of strength he has to fuck me right now. He’s still weak and recovering from his injury.
“Baby, I can’t hold off. I want you to come again,” he grunts out.
“I’m close.”
“Not close enough.” And then he surprises the hell out of me when he calls for Jax and Keane.
Words are not spoken as I’m pulled away from the window. Jax positions himself underneath me and Rafe, sliding his tall, lithe form between our legs. Keane stands in front of me, his sinful smirk irresistible. I grab him and pull him to me, our tongues tangling wildly. Keane fondles and manipulates my breasts, catching the keening cry I make when Jax’s mouth latches on my clit and sucks hard.
“ Fuckfuckfuck ,” Rafe shouts, his cock swelling and pulsing, stretching me even more.
Keane breaks our kiss. “Scream his name, princess.” His lips move down my chest and take a nipple, flicking it over and over. Jax’s tongue stud batters me like a hammer, and it’s all too much.
“Rafe!” I shout, every muscle locking and trembling at the same time.
My orgasm triggers his, and he releases everything in me as he comes. All I can think, as my sated body collapses forward into Keane’s awaiting arms, is that the final, missing piece to what was once my empty, broken heart—the last piece that belonged to Rafe—has found its way back and snapped into place.
Jax stands up and licks his lips clean, grinning like an idiot. “Never tried it like that before.”
Red, hot envy overcomes me at the reminder that he, Keane, and Rafe have fucked other women. Shared other women. The blonde from the bar comes to mind; the one Rafe disappeared with into the back hall the night I saw the guys again for the first time in five years. I recall the moony way Meribella looked at him. And as much as I want to ask Rafe if he ever fucked Rita, I’m not going to. That’s something I’ll be happy never knowing. Ignorance is bliss. And it’s not like I was celibate during those five years. While at school, I had a few casual hookups with nameless men. And I had one glorious, passion-filled night with Liam in Geneva.
Rafe stumbles away from me and drops on his ass, his back hitting the floor and his chest heaving in air.
“You okay?” Keane asks him as he holds me steady.
“Fucking bullet wound and the meds,” he replies. “Just give me a sec.”
Shrugging out of Keane’s arms, I hastily pick up my clothes off the floor. Rafe’s cum is sliding down my legs, but I don’t give a shit. I need some time to process and get my thoughts under control.
I’m stopped by a hand on my hip just as a wet paper towel swipes up my inner thigh.
“Thanks,” I tell Jax as he gently cleans me.
The grin he was wearing falls when he catches the look on my face. He could always see right through me. It’s one of the reasons why I was so wary of him.
“They never mattered,” he says quietly.
I pull my halter down over my breasts. “I know that,” I snip, then blow out a sigh.
Because I do know it. Deep down I do. Just as I know what we have together is so much more, even if it is unconventional. But it doesn’t stop the pesky questions from forming in my mind. What if I’m not enough? What if they meet someone else and want them more than they want me? Am I just being completely delusional thinking I can keep four men all to myself?
Or am I just setting myself up again for more heartbreak? Destined to live in a world where I don’t belong. Alone, like I’ve always been.