Chapter 27 Owen
OWEN
Her bedroom.
I chose it deliberately. If she's going to give us this, all of us, at once, it should happen in the place where she feels most comfortable.
The room is warm and the air holds that close, soft heat that makes skin feel more alive the moment you step inside. The nightstand lamp casts a low amber circle. Everything else is shadow and warmth.
Reid carries her in, bridal style, her arms looped around his neck, her body still loose and trembling from the living room.
He crosses the room and lays her on the bed.
She sinks into the white sheets, her dark hair fanning across the pillow and the sight of her, flushed and naked and looking up at us with desire in her eyes is mesmerizing.
Reid and I strip. No ceremony. Shirts, jeans, the efficient removal of barriers by men who have a shared objective and no interest in delay.
Jace is already naked on the bed beside her, lying on his side, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that starts slow and deepens immediately.
His hand traces the line of her jaw, her throat, the slope of her breast, and she arches into his touch with a sound that I feel in the base of my spine.
Reid climbs onto the bed on her other side.
She turns her head from Jace's kiss and Reid catches her mouth, and the transition between them is seamless.
She is kissing Reid while Jace's lips trail down her neck, her collarbone, closing around her nipple, and her hand reaches out blindly, one finding Reid's cock, the other finding Jace's, and she strokes them both.
I stand at the foot of the bed and watch.
Not because I'm hesitant. I watch because the sight of her between them is the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed in my life and I need a moment to absorb it or I will not last long enough to give her what she deserves.
Maya Reeves. Naked in white sheets. Reid's mouth on hers, his hand in her hair.
Jace's tongue circling her nipple, his fingers tracing the trembling plane of her stomach.
Her hands wrapped around both of them, stroking, her back arching, her lips parting on sounds that alternate between their names and wordless, desperate noise.
My cock is so hard it aches. I grip the base, squeeze, breathe. Precum beads at the tip and I ignore it because if I touch myself with any more intention I will come.
Reid shifts. He rolls onto his back and guides Maya over him, positioning her to straddle his hips. She goes willingly, her thighs settling on either side of him, and he grips himself, angling, ready to enter her.
"Wait." Both of them look at me. "Turn her around."
Reid's eyes meet mine. A beat of communication that doesn't need words. He understands.
He turns Maya so her back is to his chest. She settles against him, the full length of her spine pressed to his torso, her head falling back against his shoulder.
He wraps one arm across her ribs, steadying her, and with his other hand he guides himself to her entrance and pushes inside her from behind.
The sound she makes is guttural and deep.
Reid groans against her shoulder and his arm tightens around her and he starts to move, slow upward thrusts that lift her slightly with each one, and her mouth falls open and her hands grip his forearm and I watch his cock disappear into her and reappear, slick and shining, and I stop breathing for three full seconds.
I climb onto the bed. Position myself in front of her, kneeling, and when she opens her eyes and sees me she sits up right on Reid’s cock, reaches for me without being asked.
Her hand wraps around my cock and she strokes once, twice, reading the weight and the heat of me, and then she leans forward, bracing herself against Reid's thighs, and takes me into her mouth.
The suction immediate and hungry, her tongue working the underside as she takes me deeper, and the combination of her mouth on me, the sight of Reid fucking her from beneath and the sounds filling this room are erotic overload.
Jace moves behind her. I see him over her shoulder, positioning himself at her back. He presses his lips to her spine, kisses down, vertebra by vertebra, slow and deliberate. His hands grip her ass and he spreads her and his mouth goes lower making Maya's entire body seize.
The vibration travels the full length of my cock and my hand flies to the back of her head, not pushing, steadying, because my vision has narrowed to a point and I need an anchor.
"That's it," I hear myself say. Low. Rough. "Take all of it."
Jace's tongue works in slow, careful strokes and Maya's responses are escalating, her body caught between three points of sensation. Her jaw goes slack around me, her eyes glaze, and the sounds she makes are no longer words but pure, unfiltered reaction.
I pull back slightly. Look down at her.
"Have you done anal before?" My voice is steady. My hands are not.
She releases me from her mouth to answer and the visual nearly kills me. Her lips swollen and wet, a thread of saliva connecting them to the head of my cock, glistening in the lamplight.
"Once," she manages. Her voice is ragged. "It hurt. I didn't like it."
Jace lifts his head. His chin is wet. His eyes meet mine over her shoulder, then find hers.
"That's because whoever did it didn't know what the fuck he was doing." No judgment in his voice. "Did you like what I was doing just now?"
She nods. Quick. Almost shy, which is absurd given her current position, and the contrast makes something crack in my chest.
"Then let me keep going," Jace says. "Nothing more than this unless you say so. Yeah?"
"Yeah." Breathless. "Don't stop."
And his mouth returns to her and she arches and takes me back into her mouth and Reid's rhythm beneath her never falters.
I feel the build. The pressure at the base of my spine, the tightening that means I'm close. I pull out of her mouth, gently, and she makes a sound of protest that almost undoes my resolve.
"Not yet," I tell her. "Not in your mouth."
I guide her down. Flat against Reid's chest, her body stretched along his, and he wraps both arms around her and holds her while his hips maintain their rhythm.
Jace shifts, his hands finding her breasts from behind, rolling her nipples between his fingers.
I move down between her legs, find her clit with my thumb, and press.
She is swollen and soaked and the moment I touch her she cries out, her body convulsing. Reid groans beneath her, his pace increasing, and I work her clit in tight, relentless, precise circles.
"Come for us," Reid says against her ear. "Let go, sweetheart."
She comes. The orgasm hits her in a wave that I can see travel the full length of her body, her mouth open on a scream that fills the room. Reid follows, his hips jerking up into her, his arms locked around her, a sound torn from his chest.
They collapse together. Maya limp against Reid's chest, both of them breathing in shattered gasps. Jace presses his forehead to her shoulder blade, his hand gentle on her hip.
I watch her breathing slow. Watch the trembling in her thighs subside. Watch the flush on her skin begin to fade from crimson to rose.
Then I touch her thigh.
"You have one more in you, Maya. And it's mine."
Her lips part. A shiver runs through her that has nothing to do with exhaustion and everything to do with the way those words landed. Reid's arms loosen, releasing her to me.
I draw her up. Onto her knees. She's shaking, her muscles liquid, and I steady her with one hand on her waist while I position myself behind her. My free hand slides up her body, over her ribs, her collarbone, her throat.
I wrap my hand around her neck. The pulse point under my thumb hammers fast and strong and alive.
She tips her head back against my shoulder and the trust in that gesture, the absolute surrender of the most vulnerable part of her body to my hand, is the single most important thing anyone has ever given me.
"This is mine," I whisper into her ear. "You hear me? This moment. Right here."
"Yours," she whispers.
I enter her in one stroke.
She cries out and my hand tightens on her throat and I start to move.
Deep, hard thrusts that I feel in every muscle, every tendon, the full weight of my body behind each one.
She is so wet and so sensitive that every stroke makes her gasp and her walls clench around me.
I can feel how close she already is, how the previous orgasms have left her body primed and trembling on the edge of something enormous.
"Owen..." Her voice is shattered. Her hand reaches back, gripping my hip, pulling me deeper.
"You're ours." I feel it building, the pressure coiling at the base of my spine. "Say it."
"I'm yours." She can barely speak. "I'm yours. All of you. Please."
"Then come for me. Right now."
She breaks.
The orgasm rips through her with a force that bows her spine.
She clamps around me so tight that my vision whites out and I follow her, burying myself deep, my hand on her throat and my mouth against her shoulder and the release is total, absolute, the complete dismantling of every wall I ever built.
Then gravity takes over and we fold. Down onto the sheets, into the tangle of bodies already there. Reid pulls the quilt up. Jace shifts to make room.
Four people in a bed that was built for two. It should be uncomfortable. It should be awkward, the logistics of limbs and heat and breathing space. Instead it feels like the first time anything has been the right size.
Maya's breathing slows. Deepens. Her hand finds mine on her waist, threads her fingers through, and holds.
Jace is already half-asleep, his breathing slow and steady against her back. Reid's eyes are closed, one hand in Maya's hair, his chest rising and falling with the deep, even rhythm of a man who, for the first time in fourteen years, is not holding the perimeter alone.
I lie still.
This should terrify me. It does, a little. The exposure. The vulnerability. The number of variables I cannot control.
But Maya's fingers are threaded through mine and I understand, with the clarity that only comes after you've stopped thinking and started knowing, that this is not temporary.
This is real.