Chapter 47
BLAKE
He built me a studio. A fully stocked dream studio.
Love isn’t always loud. Sometimes it’s in the little things, like a cup of coffee made just the way I like it or giving me his jacket when I’m cold.
But sometimes love looks like an entire art studio because he knows how much you love painting.
I don’t know exactly when I fell in love with them—Santiago, Levi, and Walker.
But it happened.
These men have captured my heart, and I don’t want them to give it back.
My head rests against Walker’s chest with his arms around me as we stand in the studio he built for me.
Santiago appears in the doorway, brushing sawdust from his jeans, and his gaze lands on me. His expression goes through a million emotions. Confusion, concern, shock, love.
A smirk curves one side of his mouth. “I take it she likes it.”
A watery laugh slips from my mouth, and I nod. “I love it.”
Santiago steps further inside, “I helped pick out the windows.”
My watery laugh turns joyful. “Oh, yeah?”
A sly thought makes my smile shift into something downright sinful.
I take a step back and drop my arms, prompting Walker to do the same.
“I guess I need to find a way to thank you two.”
Santiago’s brows almost shoot right off his face, and Walker does a slow blink.
Reaching the stool, I sit on the edge and spread my legs, revealing my lack of panties. Santiago looks as if he’s about to fall on his knees. The heat in Walker’s eyes makes me think I might be in trouble.
I tug on the hem, pulling it up further.
“Ay Dios mío.” Oh my God.
Santiago practically sprints across the room, but Walker gets to me first, charging at me like a bull. He grips my wrist, yanking me to my feet.
My heart stutters in excitement.
Walker bends, bringing his face close to mine. “Are you telling me that you came all the way out here, risking the possibility of passing wranglers, without any panties on while wearing my clothes?”
My thighs clench, needy and empty. “Not clothes. I’m only wearing one thing of yours.”
“It seems to me you’re just wearing one thing. Period,” he barks.
“I guess you’ll have to find out for yourself,” I sass.
“Walker Maddox,” Santiago says sternly, “If you’re not going to join, then you need to leave because I’m fucking our girl one way or another.”
Walker’s eyes remain on my face. “Oh, we’re fucking her alright. She just may need to learn a lesson in the process.
I can’t control the whimper that escapes me.
“On your knees,” Walker commands.
The anticipation of what’s about to happen is almost too much. I’m ready to explode.
I kick off my shoes and immediately fall to my knees.
Walker quickly works to undo his pants, releasing his stiff length. “You’re going to suck us off until we come all over you, Baby Girl. Got it?”
I nod, conveying my excitement.
Walker spears his hand into my hair. “Sweatshirt off.” The top is off and cast aside in the blink of an eye.
I sit up on my knees, reaching for Walker’s cock, but he steps back. “You take what I give you, Blake.”
Shooting him a frown, he lets out a chuckle.
“This is too hot for words,” Santiago breathes out, staring at us both.
Walker steers my head in Santiago’s direction. “Crawl to him, Baby Girl.”
Oh, my hell. I’m going to die. This is how I die.
Death by arousal.
“Santiago, pants down. Unless you want to watch instead.”
“I’d like to be an active participant,” Santiago stammers, pulling his dick out of his jeans.
Placing my hands on the floor, I let my ass and tits sway with each movement forward. Before I reach Santiago, I take a glimpse over my shoulder.
Walker has his hand around his cock, pumping his fist up and down his shaft, his eyes glued on my ass.
Before I push off my hands, I tilt my hips, flashing my pussy at him. The growl that thunders in his chest, has my arousal dripping down my thighs.
I reach Santiago and immediately go for his hardness. Resting my hands on his thighs, I lick the tip. Santiago sounds like he’s about to choke.
Taking him into my mouth, I suck as I slip my lips closer to the base. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag.
Santiago’s hand reaches down, brushing my hair away from my face. I peer up at him through my lashes. He bites the fist of his other hand, holding in his shouts.
That won’t do.
I want him undone.
I use one hand to cup his balls, massaging them, as I suck him down again. This time, when his tip reaches my throat, I breathe through my nose and swallow him down.
My other hand slips between my thighs, finding my core dripping.
A hand grasps my wrist, pulling my fingers away from the apex of my thighs. Walker grumbles into my ear, “Brats don’t get to come yet.”
I whimper around Santiago’s length, and I swear his knees shake.
Walker stands beside Santiago, and I decide to turn the tables.
Pulling back, Santiago’s cock releases from my mouth with a pop. I smirk up at Walker and position myself between him and Santiago.
Walker gives me a suspicious look, and my smile widens.
I balance myself by placing my hands on their thighs.
My mouth closes around Walker, the taste of him gliding over my tongue. I hum in excitement, causing Walker to moan. I take him as far into my mouth as possible, then pull away.
Switching to Santiago, I do the same, then back off.
When I go back to Walker, I pump Santiago’s length with my hand. As I suck Walker down, I run my tongue on the underside of his cock. Drool falls down my chin, making a mess of myself, but I don’t care.
“Ah, fuck,” Walker grunts as I hollow my cheeks, swallowing him down my throat.
I feel the slickness between my thighs, my pussy needing to feel full.
“Keep going, Baby Girl. You’re being such a good girl. Your punishment is almost over.”
I double my efforts, sucking them harder, flicking my tongue over the parts that make them crazy.
When I start to feel their cocks grow even harder, I sit back, using my hands to finish them off.
Santiago’s release comes first. He shouts, his words echoing off the walls.
I aim this tip toward my chest, allowing his warm ropes of cum to paint my chest and my neck.
Walker follows shortly, Santiago is still working through his climax. Walker’s seed mixes with Santiago’s landing on my tits and covering my hands.
Once I’ve wrung out every drop of pleasure from them, I release their cocks, and they stare down at me, their eyes wide with amazement.
I keep my eyes locked with theirs as I drag my finger through the mess on my chest and bring it to my mouth. I suck my finger the same way I sucked their shafts.
They groan in unison.
“Damn, that’s sexy.”
“So damn hot.”
“Punishment over,” Walker declares, lifting me up by my arms. “Santi, on your back.”
Santiago rushes to do as Walker demands, lying on the floor. As he does, Walker leans down, capturing my lips with his, tasting a mix of himself and Santiago, groaning into my mouth.
When the kiss ends, he clenches his teeth, as if he’s holding back.
Straddling Santi’s thighs, I press my chest to his, my sensitive nipples dragging across his chest hair.
Walker kneels in between Santiago’s legs behind me. He bends forward, placing his mouth by my ear. “We’re both going to take your cunt, Baby Girl. At the same time. Think you can handle that?”
I nod vigorously, my channel clenching around nothing but air.
“Santiago, you first,” Walker instructs.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Santiago comments.
We move our hips together, and I’m so wet that his shaft easily slips inside. We moan together, reveling in the sensation of our connection.
Walker presses a hand to my back, tipping me all the way forward, so my chest rests completely on Santiago’s.
“Relax, Blake.”
I nod, feeling his tip at my entrance.
I don’t know how the hell he’s going to fit, but I can’t say I’m not excited.
At an agonizingly slow pace, Walker enters in shallow thrusts, less than an inch at a time.
My vision blurs, all I can focus on is how full I feel.
So incredibly full.
“Damn, Blake. You’re so wet that I’m sliding right in,” Walker grunts in my ear.
Santiago wraps his hand around the back of my head, pulls me down, and our lips meet. He nips at my lip, causing me to tense.
“Fuck, Santi. I need her relaxed.”
Santiago lets out a remorseless laugh. “My bad.”
Walker huffs, continuing to work his way inside. Each movement sends a rush of sensation throughout my body.
“Feel how good your greedy cunt takes us both, mi Cielo.”
A small cry falls from my lips as my pussy floods with more arousal, allowing Walker to seat himself all the way inside.
Santiago’s face almost looks pained. I smooth my finger between his brows. “Are you okay?”
Instead of answering me, he croaks out, “Walk, I fucking swear, I’m ready to blow.”
“Me too,” Walker pants, then sweeps my hair over one shoulder. “Are you ready?”
“Please, fucking hell, please,” I whine.
I cry out as Walker and Santiago retreat from my heat. I’m re-adjusting when they plow back into me.
If anyone were listening, they’d think I was being tortured.
In the best way, I am.
The pleasure coursing through my veins is too much to handle. No single person can survive this much sensation at once.
Each hammer of their hips, each thrust into my core, steals my breath.
I sit right on the edge of my climax when Santiago captures my lips, and Walker sucks on my neck, launching me into a whirlwind of ecstasy.
Santiago and Walker find their own releases, slowing their thrusts until we’re all spent, lying in a pile of bodies, sweat, and cum.
I’ve never felt so messy yet so content at the same time.
Walker places small kisses up my spine and to my neck, ending at my ear. “You did so well, Baby Girl.”
I can’t form words. They’ve literally fucked all of the words out of my brain.
“Mmm.” I sigh with a smile.
I exist in space, somewhere between sleep and consciousness. I’m not sure what happens next. All I have are bits and flashes.
“She’s not going to move,” Santiago chuckles.
“Alright, come on, Ramirez. Let’s get her showered and put to bed.”
Next thing I know, I’m under a spray of warm water, and I realize their cum is being washed away.
A small cry falls from my mouth.
“Shh, mi Cielo. It’s okay.”
I’m not sure if I respond, but three deep snickers meet my ears.
I fade again, and when I come back, I’m dry, dressed in comfortable clothes, and lying in our bed. My head rests on a bare, firm chest that rises and falls with deep, sleep-filled breaths.
Our bed.
This is our bed.
Levi, Santiago, Walker, and me.
We share this space where we exist together, blocking out the world beyond these four walls.
Walker’s arm is draped across my waist. Somewhere behind me, Levi lets out a quiet sigh in his sleep. Santiago’s fingers are still loosely tangled with mine, as though even unconscious he isn't quite ready to let go.
I never understood why people called a bed a safe haven.
A bed has always been a place I feared.
A place where nightmares began.
Somehow, they’ve turned it into the exact opposite.
Maybe this is what home was supposed to feel like all along.