Chapter Six
I barely slept. The guilt kept me awake most of the night — Jax’s accidental “I love you,” the way I’d snuck to Ryder right after, and the fact that I still wanted both of them. By morning, I was exhausted, sore, and still leaking from everything that had happened.
When I walked into the kitchen, both guys were already there. Ryder was at the stove in gray sweatpants, flipping eggs. Jax was leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee, looking tired. The moment I entered, the air shifted.
“Morning,” I said quietly, heading for the coffee pot.
Jax glanced at me, then quickly looked away. His cheeks were slightly flushed — he was clearly still embarrassed about what he’d let slip during his orgasm last night. He kept his distance, no casual touches or kisses, just a stiff “Morning” in return.
Ryder, on the other hand, turned from the stove with that knowing smirk. His eyes dragged slowly over me, taking in my messy hair and the way I was moving. “You look like you didn’t sleep much, Nikki. Rough night?”
I poured my coffee, trying to act normal. “Just… a lot on my mind.”
Jax stayed quiet, staring into his mug. The embarrassment was radiating off him. He clearly regretted letting those three words slip out, and now he didn’t know how to act around me in front of Ryder.
Ryder leaned against the counter, still watching me with heat in his eyes. “Yeah, you seemed pretty worked up when we all got home last night. Tense. Like you needed to… unwind.”
The double meaning was obvious to me, but Jax just grunted something about needing to check his schedule and left the kitchen abruptly, clearly uncomfortable.
Ryder waited until Jax was gone, then stepped closer to me, voice low. “He’s acting weird this morning. You okay?”
I gripped my coffee mug tighter, heart racing. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
Ryder didn’t buy it. He closed the distance, backing me gently against the counter. His hands settled on my hips, thumbs slipping under the hem of my oversized t-shirt.
“You don’t look fine,” he murmured, leaning in so his lips brushed my ear. “You look like you got fucked hard twice last night… and you’re still thinking about it.”
His hand slid down, slipping under my shirt and between my legs. I was still bare underneath, and his fingers immediately found how wet and messy I was.
“Fuck, Nikki,” he breathed, stroking through the slick combination of both their cum. “You’re absolutely dripping. Did you sleep with his load still inside you?”
I bit my lip, trying not to moan as two of his fingers pushed inside me. “Ryder… we can’t. Not right now. Jax could come back any second.”
But I didn’t push him away. Ryder curled his fingers deep, rubbing my clit with his thumb while kissing my neck.
“Then you’d better be quiet,” he whispered, pumping his fingers faster.
I tried. I really did. But the way Ryder was fingering me — deep, relentless strokes while his thumb circled my clit — made it impossible. My soft, needy moans filled the kitchen as I gripped the counter.
“Ryder… fuck… we can’t,” I whimpered, even as my hips pushed back against his hand.
He suddenly pulled his fingers out, spun me around, and bent me over the kitchen table. He shoved my oversized t-shirt up over my ass, yanked my panties to the side, and pushed his thick cock inside me in one hard thrust.
“Fuck, Nikki,” he groaned, gripping my hips as he started pounding into me. “You’re so fucking full already. Taking both our loads like such a dirty little slut. Can you feel how sloppy you are?”
The table creaked loudly under me as he fucked me hard and fast, his cock slamming deep with every thrust. I was moaning openly now, unable to stay quiet.
“Ryder—oh god—slow down,” I gasped, but my body betrayed me, pushing back to meet every stroke.
He reached around and rubbed my clit in fast, firm circles. “No way. I want you to come all over my cock while you’re still dripping with Jax’s cum. Let me feel how greedy this pussy is.”
My moans grew louder, broken and desperate. Ryder leaned over me, biting my shoulder as he railed me. “That’s it—moan for me. Let me hear how much you love getting fucked by both of us.”
I came hard, my pussy clenching and gushing around his cock as waves of pleasure ripped through me. I tried to muffle my cries, but they spilled out anyway. Ryder didn’t stop. He fucked me straight through it, drawing the orgasm out until I was shaking and sobbing with overstimulation.
“Give me another one,” he growled, rubbing my clit faster. “I want you dripping when Jax walks in.”
I moaned loudly, my legs shaking as my pussy fluttered and soaked him. Ryder groaned, his thrusts turning erratic.
“Fuck—Nikki—I’m gonna fill you up,” he panted. He slammed in deep and came hard, pulsing thick and hot inside me, adding to the mess. He kept grinding through his orgasm, pushing every drop as deep as possible while I trembled beneath him.
He finally slowed, breathing hard against my neck, then pulled out slowly. I quickly fixed my clothes, cum from both of them leaking down my thighs as I straightened my t-shirt.
The sound of Jax’s footsteps coming back down the hall made my stomach drop.
I walked away from the table on shaky legs, guilt crashing over me like a wave, and headed toward my room to get ready for work without looking back.
We all left the apartment together a short while later, the three of us heading to the hospital in Jax’s car like we did most mornings. The tension in the small space was unbearable.
I sat in the backseat, still leaking from both of them, my thighs pressed tightly together. Every bump in the road made me acutely aware of the mess between my legs.
Jax was driving, his hands tight on the wheel. He kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror, something unreadable in his eyes. Ryder rode shotgun, but he kept turning slightly in his seat, his gaze lingering on me with that knowing heat.
The silence was thick. Jax finally broke it.
“You’ve been quiet this morning, Nikki,” he said, voice carefully casual. “Everything alright after last night?”
Ryder’s lips twitched. “Yeah. You seemed pretty… worked up when we all got home. And this morning too.”
I shifted in my seat, feeling another trickle of their combined cum. “Just tired,” I mumbled. “Long week.”
The car fell quiet again. But the air was electric. Jax’s eyes kept flicking to me in the mirror. Ryder’s hand rested on the center console, fingers drumming, but I could feel the weight of his attention.
Every red light felt like torture. I was hyper-aware of both of them — Jax’s possessiveness, Ryder’s teasing confidence, and the very real feeling of both their loads still inside me as we drove to the hospital together.
By the time we pulled into the parking lot, the tension was so thick it was almost suffocating.
During morning rounds, Jax found excuses to stand close to me, his hand brushing my lower back “accidentally” while we reviewed charts. “You’re moving a little slow today,” he murmured when no one was listening. “Still feeling me?”
Later, in the resident lounge during a rare quiet moment, Ryder cornered me near the coffee machine. “Still leaking both of us?” he whispered, his fingers grazing my ass as he reached past me for a stir stick. “Good. I want you thinking about my cock every time you sit down.”
The teasing never stopped.
Jax paged me to an empty exam room under the pretense of reviewing a case. The second the door closed, he pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, his hand slipping under my scrubs to cup my pussy. “Still so wet,” he groaned. “Be good for me today.”
Ryder was bolder. He pulled me into a supply closet during a lull, kissing my neck while his fingers dipped under my panties again. “Such a messy girl,” he whispered, stroking me until I was shaking. “I love knowing you’re walking around full of us.”
By the end of the shift, I was a complete wreck — aching, dripping, and barely able to focus. When Ryder texted me to meet him in an on-call room “to review a chart,” I knew exactly what it really meant.
I slipped inside, and he was already waiting. The second the door closed, he pushed me against it and kissed me hard, hands roaming under my scrubs.
“Been thinking about this all day,” he growled, yanking my pants and panties down in one rough motion. He lifted me onto the small bed and pushed inside me in one deep thrust, both of us groaning.
We started in missionary — Ryder between my legs, pounding into me with slow, deep strokes while I moaned beneath him. “Fuck, you’re still so full,” he groaned, grinding deep. “Taking both our loads like a filthy little slut. Can you feel how sloppy you are?”
I was already close when he hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. My moans grew louder, shameless.
“Ryder—oh god—right there,” I gasped, nails digging into his back. He fucked me harder, the bed creaking beneath us as he railed me.
“That’s it — take it deep,” he panted, sweat dripping down his chest. “You love getting fucked while you’re still full of Jax’s cum, don’t you? Such a greedy, messy girl.”
I was already close when he flipped us. He lay back and pulled me on top, guiding me to ride him. I sank down onto his cock and started bouncing, moaning loudly as he gripped my hips and thrust up to meet me.
“That’s it — ride my cock,” he rasped, slapping my ass. “Show me how bad you need it.”
I rode him hard and fast, my moans echoing in the small room. Ryder reached up to rub my clit, pushing me closer to the edge.
But he wasn’t done. He suddenly sat up, flipped me over onto all fours, and slammed back into me from behind in one hard thrust.
“Fuck yes — doggie,” he groaned, gripping my hips tightly as he started pounding into me. The bed creaked loudly with every thrust. I was moaning openly now, pushing back against him as he railed me.
“Such a greedy girl,” he panted, one hand reaching around to rub my clit while the other fisted my hair. “Taking my cock so deep while you’re still full of Jax. You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes—fuck—yes,” I moaned, loud and broken.
Ryder fucked me harder, the wet sounds of his cock slamming into my messy pussy filling the room. I was right on the edge when the door suddenly opened.
Jax stood there, frozen in the doorway.
His eyes went wide as he took in the sight: me on all fours on the small bed, Ryder buried deep inside me from behind, my scrubs half off, and my moans still echoing.
For a long, horrible second, no one moved.
Ryder froze mid-thrust. I felt him twitch inside me.
Jax’s face went through a dozen emotions — shock, hurt, anger, and something darker. His jaw clenched.
“…What the fuck is this?” he said, voice low and dangerous as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.