Chapter 20
SAWYER
“You want her to get out, Reign?” Riot’s voice is a threat behind me, his arms tight around my waist like he’s grounding me. “Then come in here and take her.”
I feel the dare vibrating within him—the tension in his body. I don’t even have to turn; I know he’s smirking, just begging for Jasper to make a move.
Jasper doesn’t move for a minute, then he starts kicking off his shoes. I barely have time to draw breath before he peels off his shirt, every muscle flexing, and steps straight into the water. He doesn’t even bother to take off his shorts, and the whole time, he never takes his eyes off me.
“Jasper—” I start, but my voice dies in my throat as he wades in, every ripple he makes charging the surrounding air. His gaze is hot, black with need and challenge.
Riot’s fingers dig into my hips a little harder, holding me in his lap, my back to his chest, every inch of me aware of just how hard he is against me. His chin is on my shoulder, but his eyes are on Jasper.
Jasper comes right to us—right to me. The water barely cools the fire between us as he stands in front of me, chest slick, hair wild, gaze dropping to where my body is tangled with Riot’s.
“If you want to keep her in your lap,” Jasper says, “you better be ready to share.”
His hand slips beneath the water, and I gasp, body going taut as his fingers trace up the inside of my thigh, slow and teasing.
Riot lets out a shaky, heated breath right in my ear. “I didn’t say I wasn’t. You’re the stingy one.”
Jasper’s mouth curls into the cruelest, sexiest smirk. Then he grabs the back of my neck, wet fingers tangling in my hair, and kisses me. It’s possessive. Dominant. And, holy hell, it burns.
I melt, whimpering into his mouth as Riot’s hands never leave me. They roam, squeezing my hips, trailing up my ribs. Then he grinds up into me, letting me know that he’s unbothered by whatever is about to take place.
Jasper breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine, breath ragged. His eyes flick to Riot, his voice dangerous. “You gonna let me make her cum like this, Riot?”
Riot’s teeth graze my shoulder. “Only if she asks real nice.”
My whole body is buzzing.
The water clings to my skin, heat pulsing between my thighs from where Riot is hard beneath me, and Jasper’s fingers are teasing higher, brushing the edge of my bikini bottoms under the surface like a warning.
“You gonna beg, Hellcat?” Riot murmurs into my ear, his lips brushing the shell. “Tell me you want it. Tell us.”
“I…please.” My voice cracks, breathless, because Jasper’s fingers slip under the fabric, and it takes everything in me not to cry out.
“She’s not saying no,” Jasper says, voice rough and dark. "I don’t even think she wants the choice. Is that right, baby? You want me to take control and not give you a choice?”
“She’s trembling,” Riot answers with a low, filthy laugh. “She’s about to come apart just from what you’re saying. She wants it, Reign.”
“I could make her beg,” Jasper says, hand sliding higher, thumb pressing right where I need him.
“I could make her scream,” Riot growls, squeezing my hips, holding me in place.
“Or,” I gasp, finally finding my voice, “you could both shut up and do something before I lose my goddamn mind.”
That breaks them out of their little competition.
Jasper growls—a dangerous, hungry sound—and his hand finally slips inside my bathing suit bottoms, fingers circling my clit, pressing and rolling, teasing me to the brink. And then he slides two fingers inside of me, curling them, and starts grinding his palm against my clit.
I cry out, arms thrown behind my head, gripping Riot’s neck, hips jerking against his hold, heat pulsing between my thighs as Riot’s cock grinds up against my ass under the water, thick and hot and so fucking close.
“Fuck, look at you,” Riot rasps right against my ear. “You feel that, baby? He’s gonna make you cum while I hold you open for him.”
His hands drag down, gripping the inside of my thighs, holding me open and still as Jasper’s fingers work me.
“Oh, God… please…”
Jasper’s lips brush my neck, words low and lethal. “You close, baby?”
I whimper, nodding, every muscle tight, every nerve on fire.
“Good.” His voice drops even lower. “I want Riot to feel you cum while I make you fall apart.” He kisses me, grinding his hand into me harder, while curling his fingers until I fall apart in their hands.
And Riot—God, he holds me like he’s afraid I’ll shatter completely, arms tight and trembling, his breath hot on my neck.
Their mouths roam over my throat—one, then the other, trading places, branding different spots. Jasper’s lips are a claim. Riot’s teeth are a warning. I’m sandwiched in sensation, worshipped, devoured, the pool sloshing softly around our bodies as if the rest of the world is holding its breath.
By the time I come down, I’m limp between them, panting, water cooling against my fevered skin. My heart’s pounding like I just ran a mile in record time. My thighs still quake, every nerve humming.
Silas’s voice slices through the heat from the patio. “If y’all are done flooding the pool with sexual tension, we were planning to grill.”
“Yeah,” Ash adds, “and now we’re gonna need more chlorine.”
Jace snorts. “Hell, we’re gonna need to purify this whole patio with holy water first.”
Macee deadpans. “God, help me, I’m living in a porno.”
Riot’s laugh rumbles low against my back, hands still possessive at my waist. “Admit it, you’re entertained.”
Jasper doesn’t even look away from me, his thumb tracing my jaw under the water, gently. “You good, baby?”
I nod, even though my chest is still tight and my legs feel like they’re made of liquid. “For now.”
But we both know the heat hasn’t broken. Not even close.
Riot’s hand finds the small of my back as we climb out, thumb stroking slow like he’s staking his claim for the world to see. Jasper follows, quiet, but his energy crackles like lightning, waiting for somewhere to strike.
When we reach the patio, conversation halts.
Then Ash fans himself with a plate. “I am begging one of you to start a band called Threesome Disaster. I’d pay front-row prices.”
Never one to miss an opportunity, Macee says, “Not before I get the exclusive rights to sell the tour shirts.”
Jace raises a brow at her. “Are you picturing cartoon dicks on them too, or is that just me?”
“Oh my God,” I say as I sink into a lounger, covering my face with my towel. Riot sprawls next to me and tugs me back onto his side. Jasper doesn’t sit, just hovers behind us like a shadow I don’t want to shake.
Ash leans over with a grin. “So. Is this like…an official thing? All three of y’all or are we going to get to pick teams like in ’Twilight’?”
Silas groans. “I’m leaving.”
“You live here,” Jace says, throwing a confused look over his shoulder.
Silas shrugs and heads for the door. “Not anymore.”
***
The scent of sizzling burgers wafts through the air, mixing with chlorine, sunscreen, and leftover tension. Ash and Jace are at the grill—Ash flipping patties with way too much flair, and Jace wearing an apron that says Kiss the Cook, He’s Single in red letters.
I’m stretched out on a lounger, towel around my waist, still damp from the pool.
Riot is close enough to steal my body heat, his hand casually resting on my thigh.
Jasper’s across the patio, sitting on the edge of a lounge chair like he’s been waiting to pounce.
One leg is bouncing. A can of Coke in his hand. Watching.
Macee strolls out of the house like she owns the place—oversized sunglasses, wine glass in hand, phone in the other. “So… is this the part where we pretend we’re normal and no one’s been eye-fucking each other since breakfast?”
Ash doesn’t even turn around. “I am normal.”
Jace barks a laugh. “You put mayonnaise on a hot dog. You lost normal a long time ago.”
Silas finally emerges from inside, barefoot, holding a beer and with an air of disappointment. “Are we eating or just flirting until someone dies of thirst?”
Ash gestures toward a tray. “Almost done. Don’t rush the process, man.”
“I will literally pay you to rush the process.”
Jace fake-gasps. “You want me to flip your meat?”
Silas doesn’t miss a beat. “I want you to shut the hell up.”
Laughter breaks out across the patio, and for a moment, everything feels easy. The sharp tension from earlier softens into something more breathable. Less like a match waiting to be struck, more like the quiet glow after a fire’s burned through.
Riot leans toward me, his lips brushing just behind my ear. “You want me to make your plate?”
I glance sideways at him. “You offering because you’re sweet or because you want to pick what I eat?”
His smile is sweet, but cocky. “Both.”
Macee snorts beside me. “If he brings you one burger with ketchup in the shape of a heart, I’m pushing you both in the pool.”
I roll my eyes but smile. “Noted.”
Jasper hasn’t moved, but his eyes are still on me. Always. He doesn’t say anything as he takes a slow sip, his expression unreadable. Calm. But under the surface, I can feel the heat in his gaze.
“Okay, gang,” Ash announces, stepping back from the grill with exaggerated flair. “Food’s done. No one was set on fire. I consider that a win.”
“Yet,” Silas mutters.
We gather around the patio table. Riot fixes my plate like it’s sacred.
Macee immediately swaps drinks with Jace to mess with him, and he fake glares at her.
Jasper brushes past me to sit on the other side of the table, not touching me—but close enough that I can feel the heat of his stare across my collarbone.
The conversation turns to tour gossip, the next venue, and a band that supposedly trashed their hotel room last week. The vibe shifts. Playful. Familiar.
And for now, we let it be.
Even though I can still feel Riot’s fingertips on my thigh.
Even if Jasper’s silence says more than any words could.
JASPER