Chapter 32
ETHAN
I watch the fear flicker across Jade's face as Declan turns off the overhead light. In the soft glow of the bedside lamp, her skin gleams like porcelain, fragile and precious. Her eyes, those incredible green eyes that haunted me from the moment I met her, dart nervously between the three of us.
There's a part of me, the commander, the protector, that wants to station myself at the door, gun in hand, keeping vigil until morning.
But there's another part, the man who's fallen helplessly for this woman, that wants nothing more than to hold her through the night, to remind her that she's not alone.
"You're safe now," I tell her, sinking down beside her on the bed. The mattress dips under my weight, bringing her body close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from her skin. "I promise you, Jade. No one's getting near you again."
Declan takes up position on her other side, the bed groaning softly beneath his bulk. "Not while we're here," he agrees, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the air between us.
Mateo closes his laptop and joins us, sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed. The blue light of the security monitors casts an eerie glow from the adjoining room, a constant reminder of the threat lurking outside.
"No one is going to harm our girl," he says, his usual playfulness subdued but still present.
Our girl. The phrase hangs in the air between us, new and significant. I search Jade's face, wondering if she'll object to the possessive term, but she only nods, some of the tension easing from her shoulders.
"Have any of you..." she begins, then stops, a flush creeping up her neck, staining her chest with splotches of pink. "I mean, have you ever done this before? The four of us... like this?"
An unexpected question, but it breaks through some of the heaviness in the room.
"No," I answer honestly. My experience with women has always been one-on-one, mostly long-term relationships before my disastrous marriage.
Declan shakes his head, his dark eyes fixed on Jade with an intensity that would be frightening if I didn't know the gentleness that lived behind it.
Mateo, however, grins. "Well, not with other men," he admits, dimples flashing. "But I've been the lucky guy with two women before." He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Tulum. Too many tequilas."
Jade's laugh is soft but genuine, and something loosens in my chest at the sound. That's Mateo's gift, the ability to ease tension with just a few words, to bring light into darkness.
"I don't know how this works," she confesses, looking down at her hands. "I don't know the... rules."
I reach out, tilting her chin up so her eyes meet mine. "There are no rules," I tell her, my thumb brushing across her lower lip, feeling the quick catch of her breath. "Only what feels right for all of us."
"What feels right," Declan echoes, his large hand coming to rest on her knee, fingers splayed possessively against her bare skin.
"What makes you feel good," Mateo adds, his gaze heating as it travels over her silk-clad body.
I see the shift in her eyes, from uncertainty to something darker, hungrier. The fear is still there, lurking at the edges, but now there's something else too. A determination. A need to reclaim what was taken from her.
"I want to feel you," she whispers, her eyes locked with mine. "All of you. Make me forget everything else."
The air in the room suddenly feels charged, electric. My cock hardens instantly, blood rushing south so fast it makes me dizzy with want.
"Are you sure?" I have to ask, even as my hands itch to claim her.
Her answer is to reach for me, pulling me down into a kiss that's nothing like the ones we've shared before. This is desperate, needy, almost violent in its intensity. Her tongue invades my mouth, her teeth scraping my lower lip hard enough to draw blood.
I let her set the pace, let her take what she needs, even as my own control begins to fray at the edges. When she pulls back, her lips are swollen, her pupils blown so wide there's just a thin ring of green around the black.
Mateo moves behind her, his hands sliding around to tease at the thin straps of her dress. "May I?" he asks, his voice sandpaper-rough with desire.
She nods, and he slowly slides the straps down her shoulders, his mouth following the path of the silk as it reveals her skin. The dress pools at her waist, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. Her nipples pucker instantly, tightening into hard peaks that beg to be touched.
"Beautiful," Mateo murmurs, cupping her breasts from behind, his thumbs circling her nipples until she arches into his touch with a gasp that shoots straight to my groin.
I watch, transfixed, as Jade's head falls back against Mateo's shoulder, her eyes sliding shut in pleasure. Her throat works as she swallows, the delicate column of her neck exposed in a way that makes me want to mark it with my teeth.
It should be strange, watching another man touch her like this, but instead, it only feeds my hunger. There's something primal in seeing her pleasure from different angles, in knowing that she's receiving more sensation than any one of us could provide alone.
A movement catches my eye, and I glance over to see Declan watching us, his massive hand kneading the impressive bulge in his pants.
The fabric strains against his arousal, outlining every thick inch.
His eyes meet mine, and there's no jealousy there, no competition, only shared appreciation for the woman between us.
"Naked," I command, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. "Now."
Jade stands, letting the dress fall completely to the floor.
She wears nothing underneath, a realization that punches the air from my lungs and sends blood thundering in my ears.
She steps out of the pool of silk, gloriously naked, and moves to the center of the king-sized bed.
The lamplight casts golden shadows across the curves of her body, highlighting the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the soft mound between her thighs.
We follow, shedding our own clothes with urgency. The rustle of fabric, the metallic clink of belt buckles, the soft thuds of shoes hitting the floor, all of it merges into a symphony of anticipation. There's no self-consciousness, no hesitation. Just an urgent need to feel skin against skin.
I position myself beside her, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss. Her hands rake over my chest, nails biting into my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. When she grazes my nipples, I hiss against her mouth, the sudden jolt of pleasure-pain making my cock twitch against her thigh.
"Use that mouth," I growl against her ear, biting the lobe just hard enough to make her squirm. "Tell us how you want to be ruined."
She shivers, her breath coming in short pants as her eyes dart between the three of us. "I want to feel you everywhere," she admits, her voice thick with need. "I want to not be able to think about anything else but this. But you. All of you."
"We can arrange that," Mateo says with a wicked grin, sliding down the bed until he's positioned between her legs. "I believe I'm the only one who hasn't had the pleasure of tasting you yet."
Her eyes widen, pupils dilating further, but she doesn't object as Mateo gently spreads her thighs, exposing her to his hungry gaze. I can see the glistening evidence of her arousal even from where I sit, and my mouth waters at the memory of how she tastes.
"Let me in," Declan says, moving to her side. He wraps his massive hand around his cock, the veins standing out as he strokes from base to tip with agonizing slowness. "I want your mouth, Jade."
She nods, her tongue darting out to wet her lips in anticipation, and the sight nearly undoes me. I pinch her nipple between my fingers, twisting just hard enough to make her back arch off the bed with a sharp cry that slices through the humid air.
But her focus is already shifting to Declan. She takes him in without hesitation, her lips stretching around his girth, cheeks hollowing as she sucks him deep.
Declan fists her hair, guiding her down his length with the kind of control that makes her whimper, and me twitch with jealousy and arousal in equal measure. His face contorts with pleasure, jaw clenched as he struggles for control.
At the same time, Mateo's tongue makes contact with her center, and her whole body jolts like she's been shocked.
Her free hand finds my cock, wrapping around the shaft with surprising strength that makes my vision blur. Her grip tightens, desperate and greedy, stroking me with the kind of hunger that leaves no room for air or thought.
The room fills with sounds that would make a porn star blush: wet suction, ragged breathing, the slap of flesh on flesh, and beneath it all, the low, continuous hum of Jade's pleasure as Mateo devours her with the enthusiasm of a starving man at a feast.
Mateo's skills are evident in the way Jade's hips begin to buck, seeking more pressure, more friction.
His hands grip her thighs with enough force to leave fingerprint bruises, spreading her wide for his assault.
The sounds he makes are almost as filthy as the act itself.
Appreciative groans and whispered Spanish phrases that I can't understand but whose meaning is crystal clear.
I increase the pressure on her nipple, twisting harder, and am rewarded with a full-body shudder that I feel through her hand on my cock. Her rhythm falters as Mateo's ministrations drive her closer to the edge.
"That's it," I command, my free hand moving to her throat, not squeezing, just resting there, a suggestion of control. "Let go, Jade. Show us how you come apart when you're ours."
Her body tenses, muscles locking as she teeters on the precipice, and I can feel the rapid flutter of her pulse hammering beneath my fingers. Declan's grip in her hair tightens, controlling her movements as she continues to pleasure him even through her building orgasm.
"Look at you," Declan growls, his voice gravel-rough with desire. "So fucking perfect. Taking us all so well. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be fucked and filled and worshipped. Made to be ours."
That does it. Jade's body convulses, her spine arching off the bed like a drawn bow, a strangled scream muffled around Declan as she comes against Mateo's relentless mouth.
The brutal beauty of her surrender, raw and uninhibited, nearly triggers my own release, and I have to grip the base of my cock hard enough to hurt, fighting for control.
Mateo doesn't let up, licking her through the aftershocks until she's writhing with oversensitivity, thighs quivering around his head. Only then does he rise to his knees, his cock jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls, the head glistening with pre-cum.
"Mi reina," he says reverently, his lips and chin slick with her arousal. "I need to be inside you now. Please."
Jade releases Declan with a wet, obscene sound, her chest heaving as she struggles for breath. Her skin is flushed pink from her cheeks to her breasts, a fine sheen of sweat making her glow in the lamplight.
"Yes," she manages, her voice wrecked. "Please, Mateo."
He positions himself between her legs, the head of his cock nudging at her entrance. Even in his obvious desperation, he's gentle, careful not to rush her. "Okay?" he checks, always attentive.
She nods, reaching for him, pulling him down for a kiss that must let her taste herself on his tongue. As their lips meet, he pushes forward, sinking into her in one slow, steady thrust.
The sound she makes, part moan, part sob, shoots straight through me like a bullet. Her hand, still wrapped around my cock, resumes its desperate rhythm, slick with pre-cum and sweat.
Declan moves closer to her head again, and she turns to take him back into her mouth without being asked. The four of us fall into a rhythm like we were made for this. Her body the axis, and we revolve around her, orbiting, worshipping, taking what she so willingly gives.
Mateo's thrusts grow faster, harder, his usual playfulness giving way to raw animal need. Sweat beads on his forehead, muscles straining as he drives into her again and again. "Fuck, Jade," he groans, his accent thickening with desire. "You feel amazing. So tight, so wet for us."
I watch her body respond to his words, to his movements, her skin flushing darker as a second orgasm builds. The sight of her, sandwiched between us, taking all of us at once, is enough to make me lightheaded with desire.
The tension in the room builds to an almost unbearable degree. Mateo's movements become erratic, his brow furrowed in concentration as he fights for control. The wet sound of their joining fills the room, punctuated by the slap of skin on skin.
"Come for me," he urges, his thumb finding her clit and circling it with devastating precision. "One more time. Let me feel you squeeze my cock when you come."
Her body responds immediately, inner muscles clenching around him as another orgasm rips through her with enough force to tear a guttural cry from her throat, even around Declan's length. Her hand spasms around my cock, grip so tight it borders on pain.
Mateo follows her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside her. For a moment, he collapses on top of her, his face buried in her neck, before carefully withdrawing and rolling to her side.
"Perfection," he murmurs, pressing fevered kisses to her shoulder, her cheek, any part of her he can reach. "Absolute fucking perfection."
Jade's eyes find mine, glazed with pleasure but still hungry. Her hand, which had slackened during her orgasm, tightens around my cock once more in clear invitation.
I don't need to be asked twice.
I drag her onto all fours, one hand fisting in her hair, the other guiding my cock to her soaked entrance. She's already stretched from Mateo, glistening and ready, and when I push in, slow and deliberate, her body takes me like she was made for it. Tight, hot, dripping.
She moans low and rough, pushing back against me without hesitation. Every inch of her screams surrender, but not weakness. Willingness. Craving.
I bottom out with one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. The feel of her, still wet from Mateo, and now mine, is overwhelming. Should be strange. It's not. It's right. Primal. Possessive.
"Mine," I growl, gripping her hips like handles, anchoring her to me.
Then, lower, grittier, "Ours."
She glances back over her shoulder, flushed and wrecked, eyes soft with something deeper than lust. "Yours," she whispers. "All of yours."