Chapter 15 – Mari
Greyson pulled me between his legs like Nate had. As the other two began their first round, he unbuttoned my shorts just enough to wedge his hand into my panties. Since this wasn’t about fucking or teasing me mercilessly, he just sank his fingers inside me, forcing a gasp out of my throat right as Nate took his first shot.
It went wide.
He flipped around, gun pointed down, and immediately scowled. “Should have known you wouldn’t play fair.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I breathed as Grey’s palm ground against my clit. “I was horny, and Grey was available.”
Nate lifted an eyebrow. “Is that so? Your greedy little pussy decided it couldn’t wait ten fucking minutes?”
I shrugged, arching into Grey as he drove his fingers in deeper. “What can I say? You handling weapons makes me hot.”
Nate’s eyes flared, and he stepped toward me until Dominic’s shot broke the tension.
Dead center.
“One point for me,” he said gleefully. His eyes were smoldering over Nate’s shoulder, even as he gave me a thumbs-up.
Nate glowered, but I refused to back down. If he really didn’t want the tattoo, all he had to do was say so, but he wouldn’t. He was in this, just like we were.
The moment stretched as he moved his gaze to where Grey touched me, where my hips were writhing, where I felt so wet, I was nearly dripping. I could almost hear his thick swallow as he tore those eyes away.
Nate’s jaw was tight as he stepped back into position, lifting the next gun with precision. With his own special form of skill, Greyson twisted his fingers, hitting that spot that made me cry out.
“That’s it, reina,” he crooned in my ear. “Give him all the noises you can.”
As Grey started fucking me faster, the only sounds around us were the wind brushing through the trees, the birds chirping, and my indecent moans.
Nate’s shot cracked through the air before hitting the target. Dead center.
Motherfuck.
I bit my lip, wondering if it was even worth it to keep going, when the man in question turned back to us with an unrepentant grin. “You’ll have to try harder than that, angel.”
He sounded cool and collected, but his eyes were locked between my thighs like he could see through the fabric, and I wanted more. I wanted him to lose control. I wanted to win.
Game on.
Dominic took his shot. Too high.
They were tied.
At my disappointed sigh, Grey chuckled. “Come on, baby. Show them what you can really do.”
I don’t know what he did, some twist of his fingers or shift of his hand, but the orgasm that had been steadily creeping suddenly crested. I was so surprised, I yelped, digging my nails into his thighs and grinding on him until the only thing keeping me steady was his hand on my pussy.
It was so intense, I had to shut my eyes. I didn’t know what happened with Nate’s last shot until he cursed.
Wide again.
“Motherfucker.” He put the safety on and set the rifle on the table. At his side, Dominic’s hooded gaze was focused on me, not the target. He just stood there, watching me writhe.
“Take your shot, asshole,” Nate snapped. His body trembled, but it wasn’t rage. It was need.
Deep, feral, and desperate enough to raze a city.
The moan crept out of my throat before I could even think about it.
Dominic shook as if coming out of a trance, twisted to lift the gun, and fired. He barely had a chance to aim, but there was something about the way he stood that told me he’d done it.
I was right.
Dead center.
Dominic won. I won.
Nate stalked over to grab me by the throat, tilting my head up so I could see his face. He yanked me out of Grey’s lap and into his arms, keeping that hand around my throat.
“You cheated,” he growled at me before twisting back to Grey. “And you let her.”
“She wasn’t part of the contest, and there were no rules saying she couldn’t interfere,” Grey corrected.
“Some rules don’t need to be stated,” Nate argued.
“All rules should be stated beforehand.”
There was some standoff between them, and I ran my hand up Nate’s chest, bringing his face closer to mine to cut it off. “Let me make it up to you.”
His eyes pinned me in place as he pressed his very hard cock into me. God, I wanted it inside me. “How do you plan to do that?”
I bit my lip, knowing exactly what to do. “Come find out.”
Nate glared at me, heat and interest pooling in his eyes. He let go of my throat, just to latch on to the back of my neck instead. The way he held me was pure ownership. What did it say that I liked it as much as I did?
Twisting a finger into the loop of his jeans, I tugged him closer.
“Pack up,” I told the other two, towing Nate behind me to the sound of Dominic’s playful complaints. I whipped open the car door and shoved my captive into the back seat. Thankfully, the SUV had enough room that I could kneel between his legs.
He stared down at me, eyes blown with desire and voice raspy. “You think a blow job is going to make up for some shitty-ass tattoo?”
I felt every word thrum through me like an electric charge, practically vibrating across my skin as I ran my hands down his thighs. When I got close to his dick, he grabbed my wrists, halting my progress.
I liked that he was fighting me on this. We’d had a lot of me fighting, him bending lately. It felt good to be the one on my knees.
Leaning forward, I pressed a soft kiss on his clothed cock, enjoying how his hips kicked up at that small touch. His hands released me almost without his volition, and I took that as consent to move forward. I undid his jeans until I could see his cock pressed against his briefs. My mouth watered at him hot and hard and ready for me. “You know I’d never allow that. It’ll be a tasteful tattoo. Promise.”
I figured Dominic wouldn’t do anything too embarrassing, but I’d have Grey make sure of it, just in case. Nate hummed, running his hand through my hair and lifting his hips to help me slide his jeans down, revealing muscles and all that bare, naked skin. “You always take such good care of us.”
Why did that light me up inside? Why did I need him to tell me I was doing a good job?
Because this matters, my brain whispered.
It did. They did.
I’d never been in an actual relationship before them. Casual sex and long-term hookups, but no love. No commitment. Now, I was married to Greyson and committed to the other two. New or not, this was huge and real and the one thing in my life I was wholly unprepared for. I needed to know that I wasn’t fucking this up.
“I’m trying.”
“You’re doing.” Nate’s correction made me smile, but I wanted to focus on the task at hand.
He was barely out of his briefs before I was leaning forward for a slow lick along the underside of his cock.
“Fucking Christ,” he whispered, one hand tight in my hair while the other fisted against the seat.
I didn’t even get him completely in my mouth before a throat cleared nearby, and we both turned dazed eyes to see Dominic and Greyson with half the cases loaded in their arms.
“Is this a party or a show?” Dominic asked.
“A show,” Nate growled, turning back to me. He curled his hand around my neck and jaw in a possessive grip. Those eyes, dark blue and desperate, held me captive. “This is for us. Right now, you’re mine and only mine.”
Um, yes.
Even though I’d just come, my panties were soaked, and I shifted, trying to get some friction on my clit and knowing he wouldn’t let me.
“What do you like, Mari? How do you want to take me?”
It was a struggle to breathe through the arousal, let alone think, but I did. I had to. We’d never actually talked about my limits, and he needed to know them. Nate knew me so well and we’d been through so much, I sometimes forgot we were still new to each other. “You can pull my hair and fuck my face, but don’t shove me onto your cock. I don’t mind choking, but I like being able to pull away.”
“I can hold you still, then? Keep you exactly where I want you as I use your mouth?”
Oh God. “Yes, please.”
“Fuck me.” His cock jumped in my hand, and I stroked it absently. “Tap my hips twice if you need me to stop, even just to breathe. I don’t want this if it’s going to hurt you.”
“I’ll tap out if I have to.”
“I know, angel.” He ran his thumb across my lower lip. “Now, be my good girl. Make it up to me and suck me off.”
With Nate’s hesitation gone, I dove onto him, alternating between shallow bobs and deep, sucking pulls. Twirling my tongue around the width of him while I stroked what I couldn’t reach with my mouth. I needed him to lose his mind and he was right there with me, but I knew the control was a lie.
I moved because Nate let me. I took him because he wanted me to, and when he was sick of giving me even a hint of control, he framed my cheeks and took. Those powerful muscles rippled as he flexed, lifting his hips off the seat until they pressed tight against my face, using my mouth for his pleasure. Over and over, he gave me all he had until everything narrowed down to this. Us.
He split his time between praising me to the sky and back, chanting my name, and saying mine, mine, mine like he needed the world to hear it. Maybe he did. Maybe he needed to claim me just as much as I needed to claim him. That deep-seated desire to brand my name on his skin so no one could look at him without understanding who he belonged to.
Maybe that was why I was so dead set on the tattoo. It was my way of tying him to me forever. Ink on skin. Permanence in the most deliciously painful way.
When his thighs tensed under my hand and he squeezed my throat, I knew what he was planning to do.
He panted, chest heaving as he stared down at me. “You ready?”
Since I couldn’t move, all I could do was nod and groan around him, making him hiss.
“Good girl.” Then his hips were snapping harder, and it was all I could do to breathe through my nose as he took and took and took. “I can feel myself inside you, angel, and it feels so fucking right.”
When he came, it was with his dick as far down my throat as it could go and a groan that flooded my panties. Before I could finish swallowing, Nate hauled me off my knees and halfway onto the seat. His big hand slipped between my legs, and a hard yank had my shorts in tatters before he pulled me up and impaled me on his cock.
I immediately cried out. Going from empty to so fucking full was an adjustment, but I wanted it. I wanted that struggle to fit him inside me, the tension of fighting for every inch as his hands shoved me down.
By the time our hips were flush, I was moaning his name like a prayer.
“Holy shit,” someone whispered, but I didn’t look. There was no one else right now.
The clap of Nate’s palm against my ass was its own gunshot as he urged my hips higher, faster.
“That’s it, baby. Ride me.” I was already so close I could feel myself rippling around him, clenching, pulling him tighter inside me. “God, yes. First that mouth, now this pussy. You’re such a good girl for me, angel.”
On and on, he whispered into my ear, his body relentless as he worked me over. I’d never felt more frantic. I needed this. Needed him inside me where I could keep him, always. When I came, I dragged claw marks down his throat and shoulders, needing that visceral reminder of this moment and telling him so. He groaned, hips thrusting to meet me as he came again.
Afterward, he didn’t pull out, and I didn’t get up. I just sat there on his lap while we regulated our breathing together.
“Did I make it up to you?” I finally asked, and he laughed, making the both of us groan.
“Yeah, baby. That more than made up for it.”
“Thank God. I’m not sure we could take another episode of that show.”
A pack of baby wipes landed on the seat beside us, and I looked over, startled to see Dominic and Grey still there. When Dominic caught my eye, he winked. “Great show, mariposa. Next time, you’ll have to invite us.”
Grey shoved him away with a playful grimace and eyes full of love. “We’ll let you two clean up.”
After a serious look at Nate, Greyson shut the door and locked us in our own little world.
Nate pried his hands off my hips, brushing sweaty hair out of my face. “Are you okay?”
Admittedly, it was hard to focus when my whole body was thrumming from my orgasms and…were my ears ringing?
“Come on, angel. I need words. Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” He looked away, and the concern was so heavy, it hurt my heart.
I pressed closer, draping myself over him. “I’m sure. I loved this. You don’t need to worry about me.”
“Yeah, I do.”
It was that simple for him. He cared for me, so he worried.
He’ll never love anyone else like this.The thought came quick and heavy, but it rang with truth. There was no one else for Nate but me. We’d fought for each other, shoved and pulled our way back from the edge.
No one would give him what I did, just like no one else could give me what he did. The chance to be both parts of ourselves. The killer and the man, the one who gave so freely and took so beautifully. The woman and the queen, who wanted to save and be saved.
He was mine. All mine.
And I was his.
After cleaning us off, Nate dug into one of the bags in the back for a new pair of shorts for me, blushing when he threw the ripped ones away. It was so sweet, it made me laugh. When my voice came out hoarse from all the ways he’d made me his, he laughed too, and the world felt brighter for it.
“Where to now? Back home?” I asked when I was dressed.
I tried to move to the other side of the car, but Nate hauled me back to the seat beside him with a hand on my hip. “You stay here.”
Well, okay then. I grinned at him, wrapping my fingers around his and sinking into his chest when he threw his arm around me.
“We gotta go back to town,” Dominic said as he hopped in and started the car, Grey following soon after. “Nate’s appointment is in an hour.”
“My appointment,” Nate said slowly, glaring at me with suspicion.
I lifted my hands in surrender. “I didn’t even know we were going out today.”
Dominic laughed at the obvious skepticism. “I didn’t know who’d win, so I let them know it could be either of us when I called to make the appointment.”
Nate rolled his eyes before relaxing back in his seat, giving my hip a light slap. “Come here.”
My smile grew, and I leaned against his chest, happy to snuggle while we had time. As soon as the car started moving, the orgasms caught up to me, and I yawned wide enough to crack my jaw.
“Sleep, angel. We’ve got you.” Nate’s soft voice was the last thing I heard before I dozed off.
The nap was short-lived but so needed, especially when Nate woke me up with a searing kiss.
When we got inside the local shop, he seemed happy with the flash sheets and workbooks of all the artists, even if he didn’t know which one was his. When the artist called him back, I went with.
“I’ll hold your hand the whole time if you want,” I promised.
He grinned and kissed me lightly. “I’ll be fine, Mari.”
In fact, he didn’t need me at all.
The instant he saw the tattoo, while I was distracted looking somewhere else, he kicked me out of the room, forcing me into the lobby of the shop Dominic had closed down for us. “No peeking, angel.”
Sitting idly wasn’t my style, but I tried. It got harder when Greyson and Dominic decided they wanted tattoos too.
I wanted to be annoyed with waiting so fucking long, but I was riding the high of the day. Being together, coming so hard I nearly blacked out, connecting with my men. Hard to be irritated after a day like that.
When the buzzing stopped and they finally called me over, I practically skipped to the back of the shop.
The second I got a look at the tattoo, I knew why I’d pushed so hard for Nate to get it. I had no doubt Dominic had chosen it for me.
I hadn’t realized Dominic and Grey were getting matching ones, though.
It took effort to swallow back the tears that sprang up at the sight of three identical black-and-gray crowns on their chests, right over their hearts. It was their own way of committing to me, to our little family, and I adored them for it.
“I love them,” I said quietly, my voice thick with tears and all the happiness I couldn’t quite contain. I huffed a laugh as Greyson hauled me into a hug, pressing kisses against my head.
“We love you, reina.”
Dominic smiled softly at me before holding out a hand to Nate. “Consider this your official induction into the fan club, Black. Welcome home.”
Nate stared at him, eyes heavy with the same feelings that ran through me before he shook that hand and smiled. “So glad to be here.”