Chapter 29
Aurora
The mattress dips, and I crack my eyelids to see Jax sneaking into bed. He cuddles close, and my gaze catches on a bite mark on his collarbone.
“Holy shit.” I push him onto his back and straddle his waist. In the dim light, I ghost my finger over the angry red indentations, only inches above my name.
Eyes downcast, he caresses my baby bump. “Does it bother you?”
“You and Ethan? Why would it? Unless these aren’t his bite marks,” I joke to lighten the mood.
I’ve seen them touching, and I know they love each other. I’m nothing but grateful for Ethan and their relationship. Without it, Jax might’ve spiraled out of control by now.
He scoffs. “These came after I baited him with Grant. If they belonged to anyone else, he’d have killed me.”
I bend down, ass in the air to accommodate my growing belly, and kiss his bare chest. “You don’t need to hide anything from me.” I trail kisses down his stomach. “Ethan loves you in a way I can’t, and it only makes us stronger, more complete.”
“I fucking love you, you know that?” He gathers my hair into a fisted ponytail. “I missed you like crazy.”
I trace the defined lines of his abdomen with my tongue, loving how his muscles tense beneath my touch.
“How much did you miss me?” I work the waistband of his boxers down.
“Enough to drive Ethan mad.” He lifts his ass to help me free his erection. “He practically tied me down and punished me for being so obnoxious.”
“Sounds kinky.” I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and cup his balls, massaging them gently.
His breath hitches and his hips buck. “Fuck, baby.”
Gazing up at him, I circle the sensitive underside with the tip of my tongue.
His eyes darken. “Aurora…” His grip on my hair tightens. “Get up here and ride me.”
The slight sting on my scalp shoots straight to my clit, and I moan around his length. Still, I ignore his demands and take him deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
I establish a rhythm, bobbing my head while stroking his shaft. The salty taste of his precum bursts along my tongue.
“Baby, please.” He yanks my ponytail upward. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel you.”
I release him and climb up his glorious physique. I remove my shirt, and his hands immediately go to my tits, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples. With my palms on his thighs for leverage, I slide my wet slit along his cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His gaze roams hungrily over my body, and then he gasps. “Your belly button!”
I glance down and smile. “Yeah, it popped out.”
He twists his torso and reaches for his phone on the nightstand, forgetting all about getting inside me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my annoyance barely contained.
“Sending a picture to Ethan,” he says as if it’s obvious.
Throbbing and needy, I grind against him. “Jax…” I whine. “Where is he?” I wouldn’t mind fucking them both—or all of them? Too bad that’s not happening anytime soon.
He returns the phone. “Probably in the living room doing mafia shit.” Hands on my ass, he guides me over his length. “Now, fuck me.”
I sink down onto him, and an embarrassingly lusty moan escapes me.
“Fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “I missed this.”
I pause when he’s fully seated and squeeze around him. “So deep,” I whimper.
His jaw clenches, and his breathing turns ragged. “Move, baby. Give me that tight pussy.” His phone vibrates on the nightstand, but he ignores it.
I lift until only his tip remains inside me, then slowly descend, and roll my hips.
Another buzz from his phone—I bet I know who it is.
I reach over and snatch it. A glance at the screen confirms my suspicion—Ethan.
Coach
Thanks, asshole. I’m not alone.
Wait for me.
I angle the camera above us to capture my swollen breasts and Jackson’s defined abs, careful to keep his cock buried inside me. I snap the photo and send it with a simple message:
Hurry.
Jax takes the phone and tosses it aside. “You’re killing me. It’s been weeks since I came in this pussy. I’m dying.”
His hands clutch my hips, and he drives up into me. The pregnancy has made me more sensitive, and each stroke sends ecstasy rippling through my core.
I lean forward, bracing on his chest, and match his rhythm. He hits the perfect spot, and I bite my lip to stop from crying out.
The bedroom door opens, and we both freeze.
Ethan kicks the door shut behind him and strips off his shirt. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Wondering about our guests, I glance anxiously toward the living room.
“Don’t worry. They’re headed to the hospital.” He sheds the rest of his clothes, palms his hard cock, and slips in close to Jackson.
“Reece?” I ask.
“Going to see Lucas.”
Jax hits me with a powerful thrust. “You don’t need Reece.”
Ethan grabs Jackson by the chin and grits, “Stop being a brat,” then plants a firm kiss on his lips.
“Wow,” I breathe.
I haven’t seen them kiss yet, and it’s so effortless, so natural, it’s as if it has always been this way. It’s beautiful, and, yeah, it’s hot, but overall, it’s right.
Ethan’s hesitant gaze meets mine, his cheeks flushed. “Sorry. I meant to talk to you before now.”
“No need. I’m not upset at all—about anything. I love that you two love each other. I saw you touching in the shower. I thought it was hot.” I grin and writhe my hips. “Please proceed.”
He turns to Jax and cups the back of his head. They kiss open-mouthed and full of tongue. Jackson groans and drives into me.
I meet his slow, deep thrusts, wetter than ever, the sight of them igniting a fire in my core. I’ve never seen anything more erotic than them losing themselves to their desires.
Jax breaks the kiss, his eyes gleaming with lust when he meets my gaze. “Damn, you’re soaked.”
My response is a whimper and a roll of my hips.
“Our dirty girl. Made just for us.” Ethan fists his cock, stroking with an unhurried pace. “I wanna watch you two finish. Then, I wanna fuck her while she’s full of your cum.”
“Jesus.” Jax pounds into me harder. “You really have a thing for my cum, don’t you?”
He fucks me with a punishing rhythm while our boyfriend whispers naughty words in his ear and I dig my nails into his pecs.
“Fill her cunt for me, baby boy.” Ethan grazes his lips along Jax’s jawline. “I want her dripping with your cum while I fuck her.”
Jackson’s head arches back into the pillow. “Bastard,” he grunts. Urgency overtakes him, and his pace becomes raw and wild.
A flash of heat spreads across my skin, and my nipples harden. “I’m close.” My eyes flicker from one beautiful man to the other—Jax’s features contorted in pleasure and Ethan’s lazy strokes. “Don’t stop.”
“Come on Jackson’s cock, baby girl.” Ethan reaches between Jax and me and teases my clit. “Get that tight pussy nice and wet for me.”
His filthy words send a tremor through my thighs, and ecstasy explodes in my core.
I bite my bottom lip, but it’s no use. I can’t hold back. I climax hard, pulsing around Jax and crying out.
He finishes with me, his chest heaving, his moans swallowed by Ethan’s kiss.
My legs still trembling, I slip off Jackson, ready to straddle Ethan—but before I can, Jax leans over and engulfs the head of Ethan’s cock.
Holy fuck. Despite coming mere seconds ago, the sight of Jackson’s lips stretched around Ethan has me aching again. “I wanna join.”
With a wicked glint in his eyes, Jax scooches over, making room for me beside him.
Together, we work Ethan’s thick length; I glide my tongue along the shaft while Jackson teases the ridge.
“Goddamn.” Ethan threads his fingers through our hair. “Look at you two, my perfect, cock-hungry brats.”
I trace a prominent vein from base to tip as Jax moves lower. Our tongues meet at the underside, sliding together. Ethan’s dick jerks, and Jax’s lips curl into a devilish smile.
“Christ,” Ethan hisses through clenched teeth. “So fucking good. Keep that up, and I won’t last long.”
We suck the head of his cock in tandem, mouths pressed to each side, our tongues intertwining. It’s honestly similar to kissing, but with our boyfriend’s dick in between.
I cup his heavy balls, and they tense in my palm. I trace patterns with my tongue along his shaft, and Jax sucks the tip into his mouth.
Ethan’s breathing grows ragged. “That’s it.” He fists my hair and pulls me off him. “Come here.”
Jax releases him with one last hollow of his cheeks, and I crawl up Ethan’s body.
He slides his fingers through my slit, gathering the evidence of my release mixed with Jackson’s cum. “Such a beautiful mess you are. You like sucking my cock with Jax?”
I position myself over him and grind my needy clit along his length. “Yes.”
Jackson flops onto the bed beside Ethan, sweat-soaked hair plastered to his forehead, and palms his erection. “And…yup, I’m hard again.”
“Fuck her with me.” Intense gray eyes meet mine. “You want us both, baby girl? Can you take it?”
I imagine the stretch, the fullness of having both of them inside me at once, and rock my hips. “Please.”