Chapter Four
I barely made it through the rest of my shift.
Every step reminded me of the on-call room—Jax’s fresh load still leaking into my panties, mixing with Ryder’s from the kitchen that morning.
By the time I walked through the apartment door, I was wrecked: hair messy, cheeks flushed, legs unsteady, and my scrubs definitely carrying the scent of sex.
Ryder was already home, lounging on the couch in gray sweatpants and a tight t-shirt that showed off his toned arms. The second he looked up, his eyes dragged slowly over me, taking in every detail. That signature teasing smirk appeared instantly.
“Well, well,” he drawled, setting his phone aside. “Look who just got home looking like she got thoroughly fucked today. Rough shift, Nikki?”
I dropped my bag by the door, heat rushing to my face. “Something like that.”
Ryder stood and stalked toward me, stopping just close enough that I could feel his body heat.
“Come on, don’t be shy. You’ve got that freshly railed glow.
Was it Jax? Did he bend you over in an on-call room?
” His fingers brushed my hip, then slid up to trace one of the fresh marks on my neck.
“These look new. He really went to town on you, huh?”
I shivered under his touch, biting my lip. “Maybe.”
He chuckled, low and warm, stepping even closer until my back was against the wall.
“Maybe? Baby, I can smell him on you. And something tells me you’re still nice and full.
” One hand slipped under my scrub top, palm gliding over my stomach.
“Bet that pretty pussy is still dripping with his cum. Does it make you wet knowing I can tell?”
“Ryder…” I breathed, my hands fisting his shirt.
He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Tell me how he fucked you. Did you scream for him? Did you come all over his cock while thinking about me, too?” His fingers dipped under the waistband of my pants, teasing along the edge of my panties without going further.
“You’re soaked, Nikki. I can feel how messy you are. ”
I moaned softly as his fingertips brushed my swollen clit through the fabric, circling lightly. He kept teasing me like that—light touches, dirty words—grinding his hard cock against my thigh through his sweatpants, but never giving me what I really wanted.
I moaned softly as his fingertips brushed my swollen clit through the fabric, circling lightly. He kept teasing me like that—light touches, dirty words—grinding his hard cock against my thigh through his sweatpants, but never giving me what I really wanted.
“Ryder… we should stop,” I whispered, even as my hips rolled against his hand. “Jax could be home any minute.”
He chuckled darkly against my neck, nipping the skin there. “Should we?” His fingers finally slipped under my panties, trailing through the slick, messy folds. “You’re absolutely drenched, Nikki. Still full of both of us. You really want me to stop?”
I whimpered as two of his fingers pushed slowly inside me, curling deep. The wet sound was obscene. Ryder pumped them lazily, stroking that perfect spot while his thumb circled my clit.
“Tell me to stop then,” he murmured, voice low and teasing. “Say it like you mean it.”
I tried. “We… we should—” Another curl of his fingers cut me off, drawing a loud moan from me. He added a third finger, stretching me, fucking me with them in slow, deliberate strokes while grinding his cock harder against my thigh.
“Beg me to stop, baby,” he whispered, sucking on my neck. “Or beg me to make you come. Your choice.”
I was shaking, so close already. “Please… Ryder, I—”
“Beg,” he repeated, curling his fingers just right and rubbing my clit faster. “Tell me what you need.”
“Please make me come,” I finally gasped, hips bucking against his hand. “I need it—please, Ryder, make me come on your fingers.”
“Good girl,” he praised, pumping faster, thumb working my clit perfectly. I moaned loudly as my pussy clenched around his fingers. Ryder kept stroking me, drawing it out until I was trembling and oversensitive.
The sound of the front door opening made us both freeze.
Ryder slowly pulled his fingers out of me with a filthy, wet sound. He brought them to his mouth and licked them clean, eyes locked on mine the entire time, just as Jax’s keys hit the table in the entryway.
“Welcome home,” Ryder called out casually, stepping back and dropping onto the couch as if nothing had happened.
I quickly adjusted my shorts and tank top, heart pounding as I tried to look normal. Jax walked into the living room a moment later, still in his scrubs, looking tired but relaxed. His eyes found me immediately, a subtle heat in them, but he kept things cool in front of Ryder.
“Hey,” he said, voice casual as he dropped his bag. “Long day for everyone, huh?”
“Yeah,” I replied, hoping my voice sounded steady. “Really long.”
Ryder stretched out on the couch, looking far too relaxed. “Nikki got home a little before you. We were just talking about how brutal today was.”
The air felt thick. Jax sat on the other end of the couch from me—careful not to be too obvious in front of his best friend—but his gaze kept drifting to me with that possessive edge. Every time our eyes met, I remembered the on-call room, the way I’d screamed for him.
We tried to act normal. Jax ordered takeout. The three of us sat on the couch watching something mindless on TV, venting about rotations, difficult attendings, and the usual residency chaos. But the tension was suffocating.
Jax’s foot brushed mine “accidentally” under the coffee table.
Ryder kept giving me knowing little smirks whenever Jax wasn’t looking, his fingers occasionally grazing my shoulder when he reached for the remote.
I was caught in the middle, still leaking from both of them, throbbing and hyper-aware of every subtle touch.
By the time the food arrived, I was a mess—flushed, restless, and painfully turned on. Jax leaned over to grab a slice of pizza, his arm brushing mine, voice low enough that only I could hear.
“You okay?” he murmured. “You’ve been quiet. And you look… flushed.”
Ryder’s eyes flicked to us, that teasing glint still there. “Yeah, Nikki. You seem a little tense tonight.”
The double meaning hung heavy in the air between the three of us.
We tried to keep eating and chatting like normal, but the tension was becoming unbearable.
Every time Jax’s leg brushed mine under the coffee table, heat shot through me.
Ryder’s occasional knowing smirks when Jax wasn’t looking made my stomach flip.
I was still leaking from both of them, thighs sticky, clit throbbing with every subtle shift on the couch.
Jax finally set his plate down, stretching casually. His eyes locked on mine with that familiar possessive heat. “Hey, Nikki… can you help me with something in my room real quick? I need a second opinion on some notes from today.”
Ryder’s eyebrow rose slightly, but he said nothing, just leaned back on the couch with that amused, knowing look.
“Sure,” I said, trying to sound casual as I stood up. My legs felt unsteady.
Jax’s hand rested lightly on my lower back as he guided me down the hall. The second his bedroom door closed behind us, he pushed me up against it, mouth crashing down on mine in a hungry kiss.
“Been thinking about you all fucking day,” he growled, hands already sliding under my tank top. “That on-call room wasn’t nearly enough. I need you again.”
He stripped me fast and roughly, yanking my tank top over my head and shoving my shorts and panties down my legs.
The second I was naked, he pushed me onto his bed on my back.
Jax stripped off his own clothes and climbed over me, but instead of taking me immediately, he lay back and pulled me on top.
“Ride me, Nikki,” he ordered, voice low and rough. “I want to watch you take every inch.”
I straddled him, lining up his thick cock with my dripping entrance, and sank down slowly. We both groaned as he stretched me open. I started riding him, rolling my hips in deep, grinding circles at first, then bouncing faster.
Jax’s hands gripped my hips hard, guiding me. “That’s it—fuck, just like that. Ride my cock like the greedy girl you are.”
I tried to stay quiet, but it was impossible. Soft moans escaped me as I rode him harder. Jax reached up and covered my mouth with one large hand, muffling my sounds while his other hand found my clit, rubbing tight, fast circles.
“Don’t want Ryder hearing how loud you get for me,” he rasped, eyes dark. He thrust up to meet me, slamming deep while his fingers worked my clit. His mouth latched onto one of my nipples, biting and sucking hard, then moved to the other, leaving fresh marks.
I was shaking, moaning loudly into his palm as another powerful orgasm built fast. The wet slap of my pussy taking his cock filled the room. Jax kept rubbing my clit relentlessly, biting down on my neck as he thrust up harder.
“Come for me,” he growled against my skin. “Let me feel you soak my cock again.”
The orgasm crashed through me like a wave, sudden and devastating.
I screamed into his palm, the sound muffled but still loud as my pussy clenched rhythmically around his thick cock, gushing and fluttering in powerful pulses.
My whole body shook uncontrollably on top of him, thighs trembling, back arching as the pleasure rolled on and on.
Jax kept rubbing my clit through it, drawing the orgasm out until I was sobbing and twitching with overstimulation, another smaller wave hitting me before the first even fully faded.
Only then did he let himself go. Jax groaned deeply, thrusting up into me a few more erratic times before burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulsed hard as he flooded me with another thick, hot load.
“I love you—fuck, Nikki—” The words slipped out in a raw, broken groan as he came, his hips stuttering deep inside me.
The confession hit me like a shockwave. A fresh wave of guilt crashed over the pleasure. He loves me. And here I was, still full of Ryder’s cum from the kitchen, secretly craving both of them.
Jax froze for a second, realizing what he’d said. His face flushed with embarrassment as he buried it in my neck, still pulsing inside me. “Shit… I didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he muttered, voice rough. “Ignore that. It’s just… the orgasm talking.”
But it didn’t feel like just the orgasm. His arms tightened around me almost protectively.
We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, his hand still over my mouth as I trembled on top of him. He finally released my mouth and kissed me deeply, almost tenderly now.
“Stay the night in here,” he murmured against my lips.
“I… I should go to my own room,” I whispered, guilt twisting in my chest. “I need to shower and get some actual sleep before tomorrow’s shift.”
Jax looked disappointed but didn’t push. “Yeah… okay. Get some rest.”
I slipped off him slowly, feeling both their cum leaking down my thighs as I quickly pulled on my clothes. I gave him one last kiss and left his room on shaky legs, closing the door softly behind me.
The hallway felt too quiet. Ryder’s door was still closed, but I could feel the weight of everything as I slipped into my own room, heart pounding with guilt and confusion.