Chapter Eleven #2
They’re staring at me, unmoving, as my chest rises and falls too quickly.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re good. We’re stopped,” Wells breathes out quickly before brushing my hair out of my face.
“No. It’s just—” My eyes travel from his green ones to Brooks’ baby blues to Brody’s perfect mixture before I say what’s in my head. “I’ve never done this or that before…the thing Brooks was heading for. And too many thoughts started happening all at once.”
Brooks gently touches my foot. “It’s okay. We can take it slower or stop altogether. It’s always your call.”
I sigh before awkwardly putting my boobs back in my bra. They all scoot in closer on the bed toward me.
Brooks smiles. “Let me guess. You were worried you wouldn’t taste as amazing as grapefruit mixed with cleaner?”
I chuckle but shrug. “Maybe.”
That was definitely a thought.
Wells takes my hand gently. “Were you thinking about what your part was in all this? Like what to do?”
I nod. “Yeah, I don’t really know what to do if you’re not just humping me for five seconds, then rolling off.”
Wells looks physically ill before he shakes his head. “What a fucking loser.”
I laugh, agreeing with him. Okay. It’s crazy, but this is making me feel better.
Brody locks eyes with me. “Was that it? Or were there another one, two, three thousand more thoughts happening as well?”
I wince, then admit the truth. “Yes. Times ten.”
They’re smiling. And not judging. Which is helpful, but I still feel dumb. Because I’m cockblocking myself.
“I have this routine…” I offer quietly, seeing Wells grin. “It’s kind of a ritual I do when I’m on my own. It helps me relax.”
The interested looks of “ah” on their faces prod me on. “I turn down the lights…”
Unexpectedly, Brooks rolls off the bed and walks to the wall before the lights in the room dim. It makes the windows more see-through, and I realize that from their bedroom, we can see the ocean.
I swallow my nerves, continuing this new game. “I always light a candle.”
Wells winks, then jumps off the bed before heading to the seating area in their room. He strikes a match and lights a candle before putting it back on the coffee table.
Who are these guys? Because this feels like I’m in an alternate universe. How are they this nice?
“There’s also music.”
Brody stands, but I quickly add, “I have a playlist on my phone. It’s in the living room.”
He nods and jogs out and back in seconds, handing over my phone.
“What else?” Brooks coaxes.
But I bite my lip before I say, “Then I get my toys.”
“Plural,” he tosses out before Wells lowers back down to the bed and kisses my lips, adding, “She’s got the three she needs right here. Plus, I don’t wanna get hit again.”
“Hit?” Brody counters, but Wells laughs.
“I’ll tell you later.”
My face immediately finds my lap as Wells keeps laughing, but when he drags me up, I narrow my eyes at him. But he grins at me.
“How about we just chill?”
I raise my brows, wanting more explanation. So he provides it.
“Let’s slow everything down, get more comfortable with each other, and just see where it goes?”
I like the idea. A lot. But I’m me, so my lips part to apologize. Except I don’t get it out because Brody stops me.
“Don’t say it. Ever again.” He brings his face closer to mine. “If I hear you apologize again for having a basic need, I’ll put you over my knee, Margot.”
I know my cheeks are red. Bright fucking red. But the thought of my ass that color is too tempting to pass up. I have always wanted to try it.
So with a giggle, I blurt out, “Sorry.”
When he frowns, I say it again, then again, then again until they catch on to what I’m doing, and I get tickled.
Instead of moaning, the room is filled with my laughter and curses before we find ourselves snuggled around each other, asking silly questions, in between them asking hotter ones, like, “Have you ever done anal?” and “What’s a switch?”
It’s not until hours have passed and we’ve shared another beer each that Brooks looks over at Brody and motions with his head. They wordlessly slide off the bed as I watch from where my head’s lying on Wells’ chest.
“What are they doing?” I whisper as Wells runs his fingertips up and down my arm.
“Remember what I told you? They put on a helluva shower show.”
I lick my lips, my eyes not leaving the glass shower. It can’t be a coincidence that we have a perfect view. I’m fixated as the steam rises, and both men remove their shorts and step in nude.
The water washes over their sculpted bodies, dripping over taut pecs and down their defined abs as they take turns wetting each other’s hair.
The world around me feels hazy as I admire them.
A song from my playlist begins to play, and I smile because I didn’t even realize Wells was choosing one.
“Honey, I” begins to play soulfully as another kiss is pressed to my temple before Wells’ deep voice ignites every fucking nerve in my body.
“This is for you as much as it is for them. Brooks is gonna fuck him so you can watch, Cherry.” I suck in a breath as he adds, “So touch yourself.”
I breathe back out heavily, thinking back to the way they first stared at each other tonight. How intense and sexy it was. Then back to the first time I saw them.
All those feelings, all the lust builds, as my eyes stay locked in place.
“Spread your legs,” Wells whispers, shifting in closer to my body.
I do, slowly, as Brody runs his hands over the sides of Brooks’ face, wiping away water. Their lips meet, their wet bodies flush against each other as they kiss deeply.
There’s the click of a bottle cap before Wells says, “Fingers.”
He pours lube on the two I offer, then slides a finger under my panties, lifting them for me as he adds, “Go on. Show me how you like it.”
He wants me to fuck myself.
While I watch them and he watches me.
But instead of second-guessing anything, I just do it. I tuck my hand inside my underwear, gliding my wet fingers through the soft tuft of hair on my pussy and over my clit before I start to massage.
The music’s on loop, building and cresting, as my arm moves up and down.
Somehow, this act feels the right kind of dirty. With my legs spread, watching two people fuck as I get off, hidden under my panties.
I’m panting; I can hear myself. Wells coaxes my head to the side as he trails kisses behind my ear and down my neck.
“I wish I were inside you,” Wells whispers, making me whimper. “I wish my cock could feel every contraction your pussy makes and wear it out raw. I’d fuck you so good, baby.”
As he says it, my clit throbs, and I feel myself contract. Wells reaches down and lifts my right leg, draping it over his so that his cock presses against my hip.
He’s rubbing himself against me like a fucking animal.
My mouth falls open as I breathe even heavier, watching as Brooks turns Brody around. His tattooed arm presses against the glass before his palm hits, his fingers spreading, making streaks in the fogged-up glass.
Fuck.
“Would you let me come inside you?” Wells grits out, and I can feel him getting harder.
My eyes want to close, but I can’t take them off the shower.
Wells kisses me again before I feel him pull himself from his shorts.
He’s jerking himself off with me.
Brody’s mouth begs for Brooks’, his head turned, trying like hell not to break their kiss.
“Yes,” I breathe out, feeling Wells’ and my bodies moving together.
I’m rubbing myself faster and harder. I want to come.
“I’m gonna come on your clit and make Brooks lick it off, Margot.”
I shudder.