Chapter 36
Chapter Thirty-Six
ANDIE
When I return to my floor, I’m greeted with the sight of my four men in various positions of manspreading on the leather sectional. The television is playing some random football game.
Keane holds up seven fingers. “That’s how many stories we had to read before Sarah fell asleep.”
“She was excited to see her unkies,” I say with a smile, walking over and kissing his welcoming lips.
Before I left to check on Declan, Sarah had already gotten me to read her three before the guys came in to kiss her good night and tuck her in. Even Liam, who Sarah immediately took a shine to. I think she has a crush on him. Can’t blame her one damn bit.
I’m glad I had one of the guest rooms already prepared for her. I made sure there were unicorns everywhere. Bedspread. Pillows. Nightlight. Plushies. Lampshade. Shower curtain. Her room looks like a fairy threw up in it. She absolutely loved it.
Jax grabs me and pulls me into his lap. His hand immediately slips under my button-up and cups my breast. The tiredness I’d been feeling seconds ago, quickly dissipates as his lips find the area behind my ear that I fucking love having nibbled.
“Declan doing okay?” Liam asks, sliding his hand along my outer thigh to my hip.
“Better than I expected, actually,” I say with a breathy hitch when I catch Rafe’s topaz-blue gaze eye-fucking me. “Expect to get interrogated tomorrow.”
Liam leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. “Interrogated? Why?”
Keane takes my hand and helps me to stand, kicking Jax in the shin when he tries to pull me back.
“Bedtime, princess.”
Two words and I’m instantly wet.
Licking my lips, I drag my attention from Keane’s heated smirk to Liam. “He knows about us.”
“Good,” Rafe says, taking my other hand and pulling me down the hall to my bedroom.
We stop briefly at Sarah’s room. She’s curled up on her side, clutching one of the unicorn stuffed toys I bought her, a smile on her face as she sleeps.
“It’s good to have our girl back,” Keane says in a whisper.
Yes, it is.
As soon as we enter my room, Jax is helping me out of my shirt, while Rafe and Keane remove their clothes.
Liam closes and locks the door, then turns around, his fingers unbuckling the belt around his waist.
It takes a minute for my brain to engage, but when it does, my heart throws itself against my chest, trying to burst free.
All four of them. In my bedroom. Clothes being shed. Is this really happening? Please, let this be happening.
“Liam?”
Without a word, he steps out of his trousers.
Jax walks around me, his hands touching the edges of the waterproof bandage on my back. “Are you sore?”
“No.” Right now, all I can feel is my core pulsing like mad, desperate to be filled.
“Do you want this, Angel?”
Fuck, yes, I do.
“More than anything.”
Everything has been leading up to this. The five of us. I was made to be theirs, and they were meant to be mine.
“Six,” I say, hungrily taking in their naked chests, legs, arms, cocks. It’s eye candy overload.
“Six what, baby?” Rafe asks, dragging his knuckle down the column of my neck as he leads me backward toward the bed.
“Kids, I want six kids.”
I gasp as I’m picked up and thrown onto the mattress. My gasp turns into a moan when Jax falls on top of me and immediately thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. I fucking love how the metal barbell of his piercing feels. On my skin, my nipples, and most definitely, my clit.
The kiss doesn’t last long before he’s rolling off me to make room for Liam.
“Hi.”
Liam smiles down at me, his hands cupping either side of my face. “Love you, bella .”
“Love you more.”
Sappy as shit, I know, but I want him to understand how much it means to me that he’s here. Liam doesn’t like to share me with the other guys, but he’s done it twice. Three times if you count now.
I’ve been with Jax, Keane, and Liam. Then Liam, Jax, and Rafe. But never the four of them together. Just the thought of it—touching, tasting, kissing, fucking all four men at once sends me into a spiral of intense euphoria, and I cry out when an orgasm flies out of me without warning.
The mattress dips when Keane crawls onto the bed. “Damn, man, how did you do that so fast? I didn’t even see you touch her.”
Liam’s stunned face peers down at me, and I dissolve into a mess of breathless giggles.
“I didn’t do anything. I hadn’t even kissed her yet.”
Sobering, I wrap my legs around his waist. “Then shut up and kiss me,” I tell him, reaching down to mold my fingers around his thick erection.
Like with Jax’s tongue stud, Liam’s Jacob’s ladder feels incredible. I run my thumb up each rung until I get to the tip of his cock. He inhales sharply, his pupils blown wide, then he’s kissing me. Liam fucks my fist in the same way his tongue fucks my mouth.
A low rumble draws my attention when Liam carefully extracts himself off me. Jax is watching with heated eyes, his heavy cock in his hand.
“Come here, Reaper,” I beckon him, catching Rafe’s smirk when Jax stalks to the end of the bed and tugs me down by my ankles.
“Going to eat this pussy, while you suck Rafe off.”
Scenes from the night I kneeled at Keane’s feet, my lips around his cock, while Jax fingered me from behind, wash over me and blend in with every image I have of Jax’s head buried between my thighs.
I’m suddenly spun around at the foot of the bed until I’m lying with my head hanging off the mattress. Jax comes around to the headboard and tosses the pillows to the side to make extra room for his long frame.
“Spread her wide,” Jax instructs, throwing my right leg over his shoulder.
Keane grips the underside of my left knee and bends my leg up, opening me up more for Jax to settle in.
Lightning bolts rock through me when Jax’s fingers open my folds, and he inhales deeply, then groans. “I can smell how much you want us. So fucking wet for us already.”
I know I am because I can feel it dripping down my labia.
“Can you take me like this?”
I look up to see an upside-down Rafe, his erect cock bobbing right above my mouth. His tanned skin glistens in the moonlit room, and I can make out the thorned rose vine tattoo that snakes around his upper thigh.
“Yes,” I reply, greedy to taste him.
I bend my arm and take him in my hand. His length is satiny smooth and hot to the touch.
Liam slides in next to me on my other side, cupping a breast and drawing a nipple into his mouth. Keane bends to my other breast and teases it with a scrape of teeth.
Each man’s touch is different, but every bit as wonderful. Keane’s mouth is firmer, Liam’s softer. Jax’s touch delivers a pinch of pain, whereas Rafe’s is reverent. They all combine together to create an explosion of hedonistic desire; one so powerful, I’m coming again, back arched and muscles locked, their names exploding out of me in a guttural scream.
“Goddamn,” Keane exclaims in wonder, pinching my nipple.
“Oh, God.” I writhe on top of the silk sheets, which only adds to the multitude of sensations I’m experiencing.
“Fuck, baby. You’re incredible,” Rafe says, stepping closer, and I pull his dick to my lips, licking up the underside.
Rafe moans, his gaze boring into mine as I tease his slit, lapping up the precum beading out. He cradles the back of my head, easing the pressure on my neck, so I can take him deeper.
My cries are muffled around Rafe’s cock when Jax’s mouth devours me, pummeling my clit with hard swipes of his tongue. Keane and Liam kiss, suck, and caress my breasts, my stomach, my arms. Everything is too much, and not enough. Sex with each of them individually is incredible. But together, it’s a whole other experience. Four mouths, eight hands. All combined to give me a pleasure like I’ve never experienced before. It’s indescribable. And I want nothing more than to reciprocate. I want them to feel what I feel.
I reach around Rafe and score my nails into the meat of his ass, tugging him forward, so I can take him deeper until I’m gagging.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, Andie. So good, rosa .”
The hand supporting the back of my head fists my hair, creating tiny spikes of pain. He pumps wildly inside my mouth, the wet sounds being made turning me on even more. I hollow my cheeks and suck as hard as I can. I want him to come down my throat. Need to see him when he does.
I undulate my hips, letting Jax know how much I love what his mouth is doing. My fingers thread through the silky strands of Keane and Liam’s hair on either side of me.
They work my body, gradually building me up for another climax, this one more powerful than the two I’ve already had.
Keane bends low to my ear, his filthy words making me moan. Spurring me on.
“Andie, baby, I’m going to come,” is the only warning I get before Rafe erupts down my throat, shouting my name to the ceiling.
He drops to his knees when they give out and kisses me. “I love you. So much.”
I want to tell him I love him, too, but I need to come. So. Fucking. Badly.
I break our kiss and beg, “Please, someone fuck me.”
Jax growls and spears me with two fingers, crooking them to raze my inner walls, and I detonate.
Convulse.
Scream.
Maybe even black out.
Holy shit.
A goofy, sated smile spreads across my face. “Mmmm.”
“I think we broke her. She sure as hell broke me,” Rafe says, resting his head on the back of the bed where mine is hanging down.
I hear the sounds of the guys moving around as they shift positions.
“Ready to be ruined, Angel?”
Too late. They ruined me a long time ago.
Keane gently lifts my limp, sweat-soaked body, and my head lolls against his shoulder.
“You always smell so good,” I sigh into his neck.
Carrying me around to the side of the bed, he kisses my forehead and hands me over to Liam, who cradles me in his thick, muscled arms like a coveted possession.
“I need you,” I implore, cupping his face and melting into his soft, gray eyes.
Jax scoots over and makes room for Liam to lay me down. As soon as my back touches the mattress, my thighs part and I welcome my angel-turned-devil inside me.
I’m sensitive and swollen from the orgasms I’ve already had, but his cock feels wonderful when he slowly slides in, inch by excruciating inch.
“You feel amazing, bella .”
I wrap my arms around him, holding on, as he grinds down against me with each slow thrust. Liam usually takes me hard and fast, so the soft, tender way he’s making love to me is delicious. I feel airy and weightless, like I’m floating.
“So do you,” I breathe, my hips meeting his in a sybaritic rhythm.
He steals my lips in a kiss as sensuous as the way he’s fucking me. Several hands make contact and roam my body, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. It takes longer for me to build up to another orgasm, and when Liam and I crest over the edge and come together, pleasure pulses through me like warm sunshine, leaving me punch-drunk with endorphins.
Something soft touches my forearm when my hands are lifted above my head. I don’t have the strength at the moment to move a muscle. My bones are liquid.
Keane’s dark head comes into focus. “Ready for more?”
“Yes, please.”
He smiles into our kiss. “That’s my girl.”
Supple fabric brushes down my arm. Curious, I raise my head with effort to see what he’s doing. Making direct eye contact, Keane shows me the silk binding held in his hand. I’m at a loss how he knew where to find it. Tessa gave it to me last week, laughing when I shoved it in the back of my underwear drawer. I nod to let him know I’m okay with it.
Taking his time, he secures the silk around one wrist, then loops it around my other wrist and pulls the material taut.
“Anytime you say stop, we will. You’re safe with us.”
I know I am. These men would die for me.
“Please don’t stop,” I reply with anticipation.
Liam moves off the bed, and Keane turns me over onto my stomach, then bands an arm around my waist and pulls my back flush with his chest. The light scattering of his chest hair tickles along my spine, his breath hot on my neck. I’m already panting, and he hasn’t done anything yet but bind my hands.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He slaps my ass. “Your voice will be raw from screaming my name.” Another slap.
God, yes.
I push my hips back, wanting more. His palm connects again, alternating between each cheek. Heat blooms higher with every slap, until I’m dripping with need.
Keane’s hand soothes the abused skin as he croons words of love to me.
“More?” he asks.
“More,” I answer.
Jax positions himself in front of me, a wicked gleam in his green eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses. The light catches on the red-handled knife, and I whimper. Not in fear, but in need.
“Make it hurt,” I tell him.
“Pain is pleasure, Angel,” he says and cuts a thin line across the skin above my heart.
I moan when he bends to lick the drop of blood that oozes out, then moan louder when he presses his lips to mine.
He rubs his thumb along the seam of my mouth. “Exquisite.”
I want more. With my hands bound, I can’t touch him.
“Jax, Keane, please.” I pull on the restraint, and Keane’s low chuckle fans across my ear.
“So impatient.” He bites down hard on the dip of my neck where it meets the shoulder, and I throw my head back, seeking more.
Jax tosses his knife to the floor and cups my pussy. He scissors my clit, then dips a finger inside. “Think your sweet cunt can take both of us?” he asks, pumping a lazy finger in and out.
I writhe in Keane’s arms, my core clenching at the thought of being stretched and filled by both of them.
Keane’s hand circles my throat, his lips nipping the column of my neck to my ear. “We need your words, princess.”
I can feel the pulse of Keane’s cock where it’s pressed against my buttocks. I can see Jax’s chest rise and fall in rapid succession as he waits for my answer. I see Liam and Rafe standing at the side of the bed, stroking their cocks as they watch us. This is everything I’ve dreamed about. A culmination of the desire and love we share.
“ Yes .”
Once I give my permission, Keane and Jax take me together. It’s brutal and beautiful being fucked by two men at once. The sex is dirty and hard. Jax comes first, followed by Keane. Then I’m reaching for Rafe and Liam.
I don’t know how much time passes as I take each of my men, over and over. The bed, the wall, the floor, the shower. Two at a time. Three. Four. My mouth, my pussy, my hand. My jaw muscles hurt, my clit is swollen and raw, and I’m covered in cum and bite marks from head to toe. I probably won’t be able to walk for a week. And I fucking love it.
When I finally collapse from exhaustion with Jax, Rafe, Keane, and Liam wrapped around me on the bed, a feeling I’ve only experienced once in my life crashes through me and settles deep in my chest.
True happiness.