Chapter 17
ASHLEY
Heath: Carly is driving me nuts. I know she’s my cousin but she’s your friend so…I blame you for my lack of sanity when we get out of these woods.
Heath: But at the same time, I’m glad you guys are friends. She loves you, you know? Platonically, I mean. I just wish she would shut the fuck up about her boyfriend because it’s giving me the ick.
N ate turned the door handle, jerked the door open, took one step out…then stopped.
So did my heart.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed again, slamming the door and spinning back to us with a furious expression before sinking to his knees beside the bed. “I’m sorry ,” he gritted out like it physically pained him to say it.
Royce thrust deep into me, then gripped my hip to hold me still. “Continue,” he taunted. “I think my girl asked for more than just a sorry before you’re allowed to join in.”
The glare Nate sent Royce’s way could have killed plants, it was so toxic. But within a moment, he’d shifted his gaze back to me, and that death glare softened dramatically.
“I was wrong, and I apologize for hurting you. I let my selfishness try to dictate the way this would play out between us, and that wasn’t fair to anyone involved.
” The words came grudgingly, but they came sincerely too.
“I thought this was an infatuation and nothing more. I thought this was purely jealousy that my friends—my brothers— had found the kind of happiness I could only dream of, and I thought that maybe if I hurt you, then you’d do the hard part and reject me . ”
Well. This sure felt like a heavy conversation to be having while impaled on another man’s dick.
Then again, when I tried to get off, Royce’s grip on me tightened as he clicked his tongue in refusal.
“You stay right where you are, pretty Squirrel. He can make his apologies just fine while you squirm. Can’t you, Nate bro? ”
“You’re an asshole.” Nate glowered, but it lacked any real heat toward his best friend. “Can’t I have this conversation with Ashley alone?”
Royce let out a low, evil laugh. “You can. But you’d have to wait patiently until we’re done first and keep those greedy little hands to yourself.” He slid out an inch and rocked back up into me, and I bit my lip to swallow the moan burning my throat.
“I hate you,” Nate muttered, staring with hungry eyes at the point of movement—the point where Royce disappeared inside my body.
Then he wet his lips and forcefully lifted his gaze to my face.
“I’m sorry, Duckling.” His voice was hoarse with regret.
“I can’t pretend I’ve swallowed the blue pill or drank the Kool-Aid or anything, but I can admit that I was wrong and…
and I want to try. I’m not ready to close this door and walk away for good. ”
“Apology accepted!” I announced in a breathless, slightly unhinged voice. “Take your clothes off.”
Royce snort-laughed, the motion jiggling my whole body so much, I also started laughing. He let me slide off his lap to collapse on the mattress beside him while we snickered like children.
Nate seemed torn between confusion, anger, frustration, and amusement as he watched us. “I’m so confused why that was so funny,” he admitted. “But if you’re serious…”
“Squirrel doesn’t joke about nudity,” Royce informed him with a loopy smile as he wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it lazily while I rolled onto my side. “You still look unsure, bro. Maybe sit this one out if you’re feeling threatened. I get it—it’s hard to compete with all of this.”
I tried to bury my face in the pillow to hide my scoff of disbelief, but then again, nothing Royce said should ever shock me these days. Taking a stab at Nate’s sexual prowess was so up his alley, it was hilarious.
It worked too, giving Nate the shove he needed to rise to the challenge—figuratively, since he’d already risen some time ago.
Unlike Royce, there was no time spent carefully folding his designer suit.
Nate ripped that thing off as if it offended him and climbed onto the mattress like a panther with a wounded gazelle in its sights.
I was the gazelle in this scenario and more than okay with becoming dinner.
Nate grabbed my ankles and spread my legs in a swift jerk, making me gasp as he buried his face in my already-soaking core.
He moaned when his tongue met my flesh, and I threaded my fingers into his hair purely on instinct.
If he grew it out just a little more, it’d be better to pull, but for now, I could at least get a good enough grip between my fingers.
“Ah, now the bruises make sense,” Royce murmured as I tugged Nate’s hair, and he responded with another moan.
“Squirrel baby, you smacked our Nate around? I really shouldn’t be shocked.
You’re a wild card.” As he spoke, he shifted his position, swinging his leg over me, and his metal-studded erection slapped my mouth. “Open.”
Obediently, I parted my lips wide and let him in, swirling my tongue around his tip before he pushed in deeper, even as Nate sucked my clit into his mouth.
“Good girl,” Royce praised with a wicked grin as he looked down at me. His hands braced against the headboard to hold his weight up, his muscular thighs flexing as he controlled the depth that he fucked my mouth. “Sucking my cock while Nate eats out that sweet little pussy. You love it, don’t you?”
I hummed my agreement around his thickness, my fingers tightening in Nate’s hair as he thrust two fingers inside me. The double attention was blowing my mind, as it always did, but with Nate involved? There was an added gravity to the whole scenario.
“Shit,” Nate growled after a few moments, raising his head just an inch. “All I can see from here is Royce’s asshole. That’s a mood killer.”
I almost choked as Royce laughed and thrust a little deeper than anticipated. “Fuck,” he snickered, sliding out of my mouth with a wet pop. “You suck at this group sex thing, Nate. You’re supposed to tell me how lovely my asshole looks from down there, or just stick a finger in or something.”
“Wh-what?” I blurted, second-guessing my own hearing for a moment.
“Kidding, babe,” Royce chuckled, shaking his head as he slid off the bed. “Nate would never , and I’m more of a giver than a taker.”
“You’re also too much of a talker,” Nate grumbled. “Stop making this weird, bro.” He prowled up my body, his eyes locked on mine as he brushed noses with me. “Can I kiss you, Duckling?”
My heart fucking stopped at that whispered question and all the raw emotion in his eyes just inches from mine.
I wet my lips and tried to control my breathing as I jerked a small nod of consent.
His lips met mine with the softest caress, and a small whimper escaped me at the restraint he seemed to be showing.
I didn’t want Nate holding back—I wanted him wild and out of control.
I wanted him to give in to his baser desires and stop overthinking everything.
Grasping his head, I pulled him closer and kissed him with a fierceness that shocked me but also reflected how badly I had been wanting to kiss him all week—ever since that morning when I’d realized it hadn’t just been a filthy sex dream.
“Fuck,” Nate moaned against my kisses. “Ashley…” Then he slid into me with one hard thrust, leaving us both gasping. I was already so wet, there was no resistance, and my limbs tangled around him with a desperate need to hold him close.
This felt right .
Surely he felt that too? This wasn’t an experiment or scratching an itch or purely sexual. This was how we were always meant to be, and I didn’t want to go back to anything less.
“Get on top, Squirrel,” Royce ordered in his don’t argue with me voice. It was one he only ever used in bed, and it instantly turned my insides to happy jelly. The hold that these men held over me was almost embarrassing.
I did what he said…or rather, Nate did, rolling us until our positions were reversed without ever breaking that delicious connection between us. Once I found my balance, I sank my full weight down and cried out with how deep he hit.
“It’s only weird if you make it weird, Nate,” Royce commented from where he stood beside the bed, casually rolling a condom down his length.
My eyes widened as I watched, and he smirked back at me while Nate leaned up to suck one of my nipples between his lips.
“I, for one, greatly enjoy a little teamwork…and I have it on good authority that Ashley also greatly enjoys it. Don’t you, pretty Squirrel? ”
“Uh-huh,” I agreed with a breathless sigh as I rode Nate’s cock with feverish movements. I wanted to come again, and it was so close …
Royce watched, that sly smile spreading wider. “Fuck, look at you, using Nate like a toy. I never thought I’d see the day. Are you gonna get yourself off like that, pretty baby? Pin his hands so he can’t help. Make him suffer a little.”
Well, shit. Royce was full of good ideas.
“Bro…” Nate groaned, panting as I pinned his wrists above his head with my full weight on his hands and our fingers intertwined. “Shut the fuck up. Layne is sadistic enough without you whispering in her ear.”
I bit my lip, my thighs starting to burn as I rode him harder, chasing my climax. “Hush, Essex, or I might slap you again.”
He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed and his teeth biting hard on his lower lip at that suggestion. I leaned into instinct and dipped low, tugging his lip free with my own teeth, then kissing him long and hard as Royce climbed back onto the hard mattress with us.
“Come on, baby,” Royce murmured, positioning himself behind me and stroking a firm hand down my spine. “Use him. Get that release.”
Shit. Just hearing him talk like that with Nate so deep inside my cunt was getting me there.
Royce hadn’t been lying when he said I enjoyed teamwork, because I was already frothing at the idea of having all four of them at once.
How would that even work? Where would they all fit?
I mean, I guess three made sense, but how would four work?
It was just a question of physics, but anything was possible with plenty of prep and lube.
“Fuck!” I gasped as Royce pushed me forward farther, causing the angle of Nate’s cock to find my G-spot. “Oh my god, right there. Nate …!”
He obediently thrust up into me from below, meeting the rock of my body with perfect harmony, and I shattered with gasping moans. My vision darkened for a moment with the intensity of my head rush, and I desperately sought out Nate’s mouth to kiss him deeply as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
Royce purred praises and wasted no time squirting lube between my spread cheeks as I writhed on top of Nate. “Like I said, it’s only weird if you make it weird.” Royce gripped my hips firmly as he lined himself up with my slick asshole. “If my balls slap yours, we both ignore it. Clear?”
Nate grunted beneath me, shaking his head slightly. “Clear,” he gritted out before claiming my mouth in another earth-shattering kiss.
There was no pause for recovery or break to catch my breath as Royce held my hip with one hand, the other now in my hair as he pushed his way inside my ass.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered against Nate’s lips as pain danced with pleasure and my whole body trembled. My pussy was still clenching and throbbing with the residue of my climax, and here Royce was stuffing me fuller than?—
“I’m so tempted to throw in one of those cheesy lines about how I’m Royce, not God,” Royce murmured with an edge of amusement as he thrust deeper. “But that might actually be Nate’s breaking point.”
“You’re right,” Nate confirmed, breathless as he rocked slowly in and out of my pussy like he was testing out this new position—testing it out and not hating it, judging on how hard he still was…or maybe that was wishful thinking? We just had to make sure he had a good time.
Royce’s response was a husky laugh as he withdrew and thrust back in again slowly, as if to ensure I felt every single one of his piercings entering my ass. It was filthy, but I was here for it.
“Does that feel good, Duckling?” Nate murmured after Royce pulled my hair to break our kiss. “Do you like having us both inside you? Stretching you?”
I frowned, then shot him a devilish smirk. “Shush, Essex. Dirty talk is Royce’s job here.” And then I clamped a hand over his mouth for good measure. Mainly because I was barely holding it together with Royce doing it—I would never survive it from the both of them.
Royce chuckled, then gripped my hair tighter and pulled my head back in a dramatic arch, so he could kiss my mouth. “That’s my girl. Now, let's see how fast we can make you come again, sandwiched between us.”
Sounded good to me. My hand over Nate’s mouth slipped slightly, and he wasted no time sucking on my fingers in a way that I could safely say I’d never experienced. Who knew fingers had so many nerves? Not me.
The two of them seemed to work out a rhythm with only a few thrusts, and I found myself whimpering and moaning as they stuffed me full over and over in flawless synchronicity.
None of that half-assed, one-out-one-in crap I’d seen in porn.
Nope, it was both out, both in, and I wasn’t totally sure whether I was going to come or break in half, but I was happily along for the ride.
“I’m going to come,” I moaned when I couldn’t hold it back anymore. That only made them fuck faster and harder, eager to push me over the ledge again . So I got a little revenge and slapped Nate abruptly across the face right as I climaxed.
The sound of my hand on his cheek rang out louder than the other sounds of our bodies, and the satisfaction of his jerk, curse, and grunt was enough to spiral my orgasm deeper than ever before.
“Kinky fuck,” Royce laughed, releasing my hair and giving me a small reprieve to catch my breath. “You done?”
Nate’s response was an unintelligible mumble that Royce took as a yes because he pulled out of my ass, snapped off the condom, then lifted me off Nate before slamming into my pussy himself.
“I need to come inside you, Squirrel,” he murmured, kissing my back before fucking me hard and fast while Nate held my waist to keep my balance.
Talk about teamwork.
When Royce came inside me, doubling the slickness between us, Nate reached down to rub my clit with all that wetness, and I nearly blacked out with ecstasy.
These boys might actually be the death of me…but I wouldn’t change a thing for the world. Not even when we got settled in a snuggle and their cum started to puddle beneath me. Not even when I realized there were no fucking showers in the cabin.
Okay. Maybe there was a little regret then.