Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
JASPER
“Alright, we need to talk about this. All of us. We’ve gotta be on the same page.” I spin around the second Addie’s out of earshot, facing Zeke and Roman like it’s go time.
Roman just laughs, shaking his head. “You look like you’re about to explode with whatever you need to get off your chest.”
“Just listen and don’t judge, okay? I just need a yes or a no.”
“Floor’s yours, baby,” Zeke says, leaning back with a smirk.
“Thank you.” I blow out a breath, running a hand through my hair. “If she wants last night to happen again… are you in?”
They don’t even blink. Two nods, two yeses. Not that I’m shocked, but I wanted to allow them the space to say no.
“If she wants to join us—actually insert herself into what we are, right in the middle, when we’re fucking—are you both good with that?”
Zeke snorts, grinning away at me. “You really have a way with words, you know that?” I tilt my head, giving him a look, with one eyebrow raised.
“After the way you were begging me in the shower this morning, you can’t say anything. What was it? Please, baby, fuck my ass. You’re such a good boy, so fucking deep—don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Zeke just grins, not an ounce of shame in him. “Yeah? Well, you were a good boy. Nearly had me seeing stars. I might’ve even blacked out for a second.”
Roman groans and rolls his eyes, tugging on his sweatpants. “Are you two done?”
“Sorry, where was I?”
Zeke shifts forward, leaning his forearms on the island between us. “You wanna know how we feel about Addie joining us.”
“Yeah. Zeke, I already know where you stand, so really, the decision comes down to you, Rome. Whatever you want, that’s what we do.”
Roman’s jaw works, and his golden eyes dart away briefly before he finally speaks. “I’m fine with it. I just… can’t.”
“You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” Zeke says, leaning in a little closer to him.
“Watching you two with her? That’ll get me hard as fuck, and I’m down for that. I just can’t touch her again.”
I get it. I understand. Even if part of me wants to believe the four of us could be more than temporary.
But how the hell could it ever work? We live completely different lives.
I’m trying not to let the doubt sink its claws in, but Roman’s not wrong, and that might be what scares me the most.
“Okay, so what about one-on-one with her?” I ask, watching them both closely as they nod.
“Are you sure, Captain?” I press, needing to hear it from Roman, needing to know this won’t in any way break us.
“It doesn’t change what we have. I’m not worried, and I’m not jealous—only because it’s her. I know we all miss pussy sometimes, but don’t get any ideas.”
“Never,” Zeke murmurs. “It’s always us.”
Then, as if it’s instinct—like we’re three parts of one whole—the space between us disappears.
Zeke’s thigh brushes mine, and Roman’s hand settles at the nape of my neck.
I reach out, curling my fingers around Zeke’s wrist. We don’t say a word, but we don’t need to.
Shoulders bump, hips press, and hands slide into familiar places like they were made to be there.
Our foreheads meet—three points of contact, three pulses syncing in the space between us.
Fuck, I’m so in love with them.
It’s that perfect fire-to-the-veins kind of love. The kind you fight for, bleed for, burn the fucking world down for. And they’re mine. Every beautiful and brilliant inch of them—mine.
“One of us needs to get her some clothes,” I say, breaking the quiet.
Zeke steps back a little, running a hand through his onyx hair. “You go. She’s most comfortable with you.”
“Not true,” I say, already turning toward the door. “I just know how to nudge her without overwhelming her.”
Roman looks at me, that rare soft smile tugging at his mouth. The one he only gives to us that says, I’m so gone for you, and you know it.
I turn and head down the hall with a pair of clean underwear and a white T-shirt. There’s no way they’ll fit her—she’s so damn tiny—but it’s better than nothing.
The sound of the shower drifts through the doorway of the guest room.
I set the clothes on the bed and sit down on the edge, elbows to my knees, trying to get my shit together.
But the longer I sit here, the more my mind drifts to her.
Wet. Bare. Just a few feet across the hall, behind that closed door.
My fingers flex against my thighs, jaw clenched so tight it aches, and I shut my eyes and count to five before I force myself up and knock gently on the bathroom door.
The last thing I need is for her to walk out naked and catch me lurking like some kind of creep.
Not that I wouldn’t fall to my knees for even a glimpse of her, but I want her to want that.
“Addie? I grabbed you some clothes. I’ve put them on the bed.”
She doesn’t answer. Instead, the bathroom door opens, and she steps out. Her skin is flushed, and her blonde hair is soaked and dripping down her collarbones.
The white towel clings to her damp skin, hanging on by a thread as it skims dangerously high on her thighs. She has my brain short-circuiting, and for a second, I can’t string together a single fucking sentence.
She’s breathtaking.
“Thank you,” she says, and I just nod, unable to take my eyes off her as she walks into her room. She tilts her head, a slow smile playing on her lips. “You’re staring, Jasper.”
“Course I am,” I mutter, stepping in close. “Look at you. I’d have to be stupid not to be thinking about what I need to say to get you out of that towel.” She laughs, but I’m dead serious. I close the distance, my heart pounding. I reach out, sliding a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “Addie…”
“What happened to angel?”
“This feels like an Addie moment.”
“Why?”
“Because in about ten seconds, that towel’s hitting the floor, I’m dropping to my knees, and I’m gonna eat your pussy until your legs shake.
” I reach forward, brushing the spot where her towel is tucked in.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur, giving her the out.
“Say the word, and I’ll walk out that door. ”
“I can’t…” she breathes out.
I loosen the towel, holding it up with one hand. “Last chance, Addie.”
She shakes her head, and that’s all I need.
I let the towel drop to the floor, but I don’t look yet.
Not when all I want is her mouth. I reach out and tilt her chin up, my thumb brushing her jaw, and then I kiss her.
The second our lips meet, she gasps against me.
Her arms wrap around my neck, fingers digging into my hair as she devours me.
There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing.
Just her, melting into me like she’s been waiting to kiss me like this again.
She opens for me, and when our tongues meet, it’s all I can do not to lose my mind. My cock’s already hard as hell, throbbing against the inside of my sweats, and every second her mouth is on mine, it winds me up tighter.
I love it, but it’s fucking unbearable.
She pulls back first, her breath ragged, lips swollen. Then she steps away and presses her bare back to the edge of the wooden dresser behind her.
“You can look at me now,” she whispers.
I let my gaze wander down her face, over the elegant line of her throat, to the perfect swell of her breasts, nipples tight and begging for my mouth.
My eyes drift lower, over the dip of her stomach, lingering on the small patch of hair nestled between her thighs.
I follow the length of her legs, over those sculpted calves, all the way to her lilac toes.
“Holy shit… I wasn’t prepared for how perfect you are.”
“I’m not perfect.”
“To me, you’re everything, and I don’t want to hear otherwise.”
I step into her space and kiss her again, letting my mouth trail down her neck, across her collarbone, until my tongue licks across one of her tight, peaked nipples.
She gasps, her body jerking like even that’s too much.
Sliding down to my knees, I feel her thread her fingers through my hair, keeping me close as I place a gentle kiss on her stomach before inhaling the heady scent of her arousal.
It’s been a long time since I’ve gone down on a girl, but I figure it’s like riding a bike—once you’ve made a woman come on your tongue, it’s not something you forget.
And god, she wants this. I can smell it. I can feel it in the way she’s trembling. I start with soft kisses along the inside of her thighs, letting my breath tease her. Finally, I drag my tongue through her center, groaning against her as I watch that pretty clit twitch for more.
“Let’s take care of that, baby.” I dip my tongue inside her, then slide it up, circling her clit before sucking it gently. Her hands tighten in my hair like she doesn’t know whether to push me away or pull me deeper.
So I stay, and I feast.
I flick and suck, my tongue working in rhythm with the way her hips start to roll. She’s clenching, chasing it, and I want to give her everything.
In the middle of it all, I can’t stop the thought that punches through me: Zeke, inside me. Roman and Addie, devouring each other. My mouth on her, my fingers gripping his ass, all of us frantic and ravenous.
Yeah, one day that’s happening, and I already know it'll ruin me in the best way.
My hands slide up her thighs, her skin now prickled with goose bumps, and I grip her waist tight, burying my face deeper between her legs.
She starts to buck against me, and her pussy pulses beneath my tongue.
Her fingers clench in my hair, holding me there like she never wants me to stop.
And fuck, I wouldn’t, not for anything. She cries out quietly, lost in it, and I keep going until I feel her melt, until I know she’s wrung out.
I finally pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, giving myself a quiet nod like, Yeah, you did that.
I stand, reach for her towel, and wrap it around her, allowing my hands to brush over her warm, still-quivering skin.