Chapter Two
Liam
Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
The words repeat in my head like a mantra as I thrust forward, my hips slapping against Avery’s tight ass. Fuck, she’s perfect. And it’s not just because her pussy is the best I’ve ever felt wrapped around my cock.
Fuck! I can’t hold back any longer.
Leaning down, I crush my lips to hers, my tongue slipping inside, claiming her as mine—ours. Jaxton’s hand slides between us, his thumb brushing her clit. The muscles that were once pliant now tighten as his fingers glide through her wetness.
“One more, Kitten,”
he whispers near her ear, making her shiver and tighten around me. “Jesus, baby. Open your eyes and see what you’re doing to him.”
He pauses until her gaze locks with mine, her eyes softening as she watches my unraveling. “I want you coming on my cock when you’ve drained him dry.”
His words do the trick, pushing her over the edge. Her whimpers of pleasure surround me, snapping the last of my control. I bury myself in her one final time before letting go. The orgasm hits so hard that dark specks dance in my vision as I collapse on top of her, kissing her slowly until we both come back to earth.
“Mm…”
she moans, savoring our kiss. “That was…”
she trails off, her thoughts still not firing at full speed.
With my cock still buried inside her at half-mast, if she makes those noises again, we’ll be going for round two before I even get this used condom off. I punctuated that thought with a thrust.
“You keep making those sounds, and we’re not getting any sleep tonight.”
Rocking against her draws out the exact noises I was talking about. “That’s it. By morning, you’ll be as addicted to my cock as I am to this pussy.”
Slamming into her again, now rock-hard, my cum drips down my balls, overflowing the condom and onto her creamy ass. Her whimper snaps my hips forward again, mentally noting that my girl loves dirty talk. The mess I’m making is partly because I can’t pull away and partly because I love the idea of my seed marking her. She’ll smell like me until she showers, and if I have my way, she won’t get one anytime soon. As much as I want to keep going, the condom’s about to fall off, and Jaxton’s expression shows he’s seconds from losing it.
Her hips lift to take me deeper, but I place a firm hand on her hip, stopping her movement. “Hold on a sec, Bee.”
Pulling out of her tight warmth is the biggest test of my self-control. “Let me clean up a bit—”
“No…”
she moans, chasing the tip of my cock again. “More.”
“You’ll get more—one round isn’t enough of this sweetness.”
I cup her mound, encouraging her back to arch while spreading her legs to expose her swollen, glistening cunt. “Jesus.”
I groan, tossing a condom to Jaxton.
The next few hours are pure bliss. After several rounds of tag-teaming, we’re out of condoms, but I could have gone all night. The possessive glint in my older brother’s golden eyes shows his new addiction, and I’m on board.
Avery cuddles tightly against my side, her leg draping over mine, giving Jax easy access to clean our girl up with a warm washcloth.
I’m exhausted. By the quiet snores against my chest, we’ve drained all of Avery’s energy too.
Jax chuckles, sliding in on the other side of our girl as silence settles around us. His deep inhalation relaxes the tension tightening my chest. “We’re in trouble, brother.”
His words tremble with excitement and nervous energy. His fingers trail along the sharp dip of her hip, raising goosebumps on her skin.
“Yeah…”
I agree—there’s no way around it. One night and we’re hooked. “But she’s going to be the best kind of trouble.”
He grunts and slowly drifts off, their breathing syncing as if their dreams are intertwined. But no matter how hard I try, sleep eludes me. As I lie in the darkness, shadows dancing around the unfamiliar room, I can’t help but feel like my life has profoundly changed. The moment we met Avery, something settled over us, completing a part of my soul I didn’t know was missing. A connection I’ve never felt before. And all this after just one date—one day.
Don’t get me wrong, it was one hell of a first date, but can you really fall in love in under twenty-four hours?
I roll my eyes at my own foolish thoughts. I’m definitely getting ahead of myself. My brothers will never let me live this down—they’ll notice how whipped I am immediately.
Shit!
We forgot to text Kam and Lenn to let them know we were staying out. Ever since Lennox’s run-in with a crazed fan, we’ve had a check-in system when we’re on location.
Avery and Jax are out cold, and they instinctively cuddle closer when I slide out from under her to find my jeans.
Once I fish my phone from my pocket, the screen lights up with missed calls and texts from my brothers, each one more irritated than the last.
Without bothering to get dressed, I slipped out of her room and into the bathroom to call Lennox. Even though it’s nearly three in the morning, my twin’s instincts tell me he’s still awake.
Sure enough, he picks up on the second ring. “Bout damn time. We’ve been calling and texting you all night. What the fuck, bro?”
“I know. Shit, I’m sorry.”
Lennox doesn’t hold grudges, immediately moving on. “Date went well then, huh?”
His tone is laced with sarcasm. “I knew I should’ve come with you. It’s been a while.”
Anger flares unexpectedly. “Shut the fuck up, Lenn. Don’t talk about her like that.”
He doesn’t back down, just laughs harder. “Chill out, bro. I’m just messing with you.”
His laughter dies down, but I know he’s not done. As soon as he starts again, I brace for his bullshit. “So… you’re whipped already, huh?”
His hysterics start up again.
“Just tell Kam I’m fine.”
“Better than fi—”
My thumb accidentally hits the disconnect button, cutting off my twin’s crap. A chill runs up my spine, reminding me that I’m buck naked in my girl’s bathroom.
Quietly, I reenter the bedroom, and the sight of the two of them cuddling stops me in my tracks. They’re perfect. Jax’s arms are wrapped around her, his nose buried in her neck. My heart pounds and then races—a sense of rightness settling over me, bringing a peace we’ve lacked for years.
When I crawl back under the covers, she instinctively snuggles against my chest, making Jax grunt when she rubs her cute little ass against his groin. Though she’s warm with both of us beside her, her tiny nose is cold against my skin.
I reached down to pull the comforter higher, covering all three of us. Jax stirs and mumbles, his lashes parting as his grip on our girl tightens. “Bro, you awake?”
His voice is rough with sleep.
“Nah, we forgot to check in. Go back to bed.”
He grunts—a tired, wordless acknowledgment—then nods off quickly, a sure sign he’s content.
We’ve always known we wanted to share a woman. We’ve tried a few times before, but our last relationship lasted the longest, long enough for her to sink her claws into Jaxton. He’s usually the one to fall fast and hard, but after meeting Avery, I might just take the crown for the most obsessed.
When we caught him fucking Sarah last week at an afterparty—too wasted to care—we made it clear we were done, all of us. Jax promised us he wouldn’t let this new job compromise our group decisions again.
Since then, she’s been relentless, texting and calling, asking where he is and if he wants to meet up. Jax hasn’t replied to any of her messages, but she keeps trying. The only time we see her is at work, where she plays his opposite in his latest role—a role we warned him against.
Now that we’ve met Avery, guilt tugs at me, as if I’ve cheated just by thinking about our ex. The idea of giving her any mental space over Avery feels wrong, especially since we’re not ready to tell our girl what Jax does for a living yet. It’s nice that she thinks we’re just a normal family.
Thoughts plague me throughout the night. Honesty is always best, but the fear of her reaction keeps me silent.
Jax’s work alarm buzzes us awake a while later, vibrating in the quiet room. He groans softly, disturbing Avery’s warmth against my chest.
Taking the opportunity, I slip from the sheets again, holding my breath as her soft snores continue uninterrupted while she cuddles into the warm pillow I’ve left behind.
I button my jeans and nudge Jax, quietly shushing him when he stirs awake. “Shit, sorry.”
He rubs his eyes and props himself up on an elbow, watching her sleep. Gently, he brushes her hair from her face. “Liam…”
he doesn’t look at me as he says my name, his voice cracking.
“I know, brother. Me too.”
He swallows thickly, then leans down to kiss her cheek before slipping out of bed. We dress methodically, reluctant to leave for the day.
“Should we wake her up?”
Jaxton asks, glancing over, not wanting to leave without speaking to her. I nod in agreement, and he leans down, nuzzling her perfectly warm neck. “Kitten… Kitten, wake up for me for just a second.”
The grumbling, grouchy noises she makes while squirming on the bed are adorable, but it’s clear she’s not waking up anytime soon. I tap Jax’s shoulder. “We can leave her a note. She’ll probably forget whatever we say if she’s that tired.”
A smirk forms on my lips, and my chest swells with pride.
After making sure she’s covered and warm, I stand, adjusting my semi-hard cock, and head to the kitchen. Jax quietly closes her door and follows close behind.
On the counter, next to the dishwasher, a pen and paper catch my eye. But when the ink touches the paper, the right words escape me. What am I supposed to say? Thanks for an enjoyable night? Not a chance. Instead, I wrote the corniest note I’ve ever written—and I don’t regret it one bit.