Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
BLAKE
“What? Out here?” He can’t be serious. Although nothing about the set of his brow or the intensity in his gaze makes me think he’s joking.
“Yes, out here.” He drops his towel and I inhale sharply, roaming my eyes over his hard length. He closes the space between us.
“But, the guys,” I whisper. “They’re watching.”
Jasper’s behind him, eyeing us with wide eyes and parted lips. While Leon still looks unbothered. Bored, even.
Damon tips my chin up, dripping water onto my chest from his damp hair. “Does that bother you? Or does it turn you on? I won’t let them fuck you. You’re all mine.”
I swallow, attempting to moisten my dry mouth. His voice alone makes my body react. I try to wrap my head around what he’s asking of me. “But you want them to watch?”
He raises his voice so the guys can hear him clearly. “Yes, and I think you do too. Your face is flushed and I bet your pussy is soaking wet.”
Closing my eyes, I let that fantasy play out in my mind for a moment. The guys watching Damon pound into me from behind. Did I want that? Knowing Damon, he’d kill them for laying eyes on me.
“You’d let this happen?”
“They’re my brothers. We take care of our own. So yes, I’d let them watch. But only them and only when they earn it. Anyone else so much as looks at you and they’d have all three of us after them. Now be a good girl, Blake, and let Jasper undress you.” He nods at Jasper, and Jasper closes the distance between us.
“Come here, sweetheart. Let me help you out of those clothes.”
Adrenaline pulses through my veins but instead of cowering to the rush of fear, I embrace it. This isn’t the first time Damon’s influence caused my body to react with nervous excitement, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.
I turn to Jasper on trembling legs. Damon watches from the couch, urging me. “That’s it, baby. Lift your arms for him.”
I can’t meet Jasper’s gaze as he softly pulls my oversized T-shirt up but I hear his sharp intake of breath clearly. The cool air hits my exposed skin and my nipples pebble immediately beneath my lace bralette. Jasper’s fingers skim my collarbone and I bite back a moan.
“No touching, Jas,” Damon says, his voice strained. “Her pants now.”
I keep my eyes trained at Jasper’s chest so I’m not tempted to look at him. I know if I do I won’t stop him from touching me. Doing whatever it is he wants.
He tugs the drawstring of my lounge pants and pulls them loose. They fall to the ground easily. Jasper ghosts his fingers down my legs, urging me to step out of the pants. I know my underwear are soaked. I’m just waiting for him to notice so I can swallow down my embarrassment.
“Look at you. You’re a fucking snack, Blake,” Jasper says as he floats his fingers over the straps of my bra. “Has anyone ever told you that? How truly pretty you are?”
“Of course I have,” Damon chimes in. “I tell her every fucking day.”
Tears prick at the corner of my eyes. It’s hard to hear their words, to accept their compliments and praise. But I hold it together. I’m strong and I want this.
“You can take off my bra,” I say, feeling bold. I glance back at Damon. He’s breathing heavily and nodding in approval. “My underwear too.”
“Goddamn sweetheart, if you could feel how fucking hard I am right now.” Jasper groans and slips his fingers beneath the straps, pulling my bra over my head. He doesn’t waste time or linger, just moves right to my underwear, sliding them down my damp thighs.
“Isn’t she incredible, boys?” Damon asks, a rasp to his voice. “Our girl.”
Leon, who’s been quiet up until now, says, “Perfect.”
“Come here, baby,” Damon says. “Let’s show them how pretty you are when you come for me.”
Damon’s hand falls to his erection and he gives it a slow pull as he stands from the couch. I’m throbbing everywhere. Needing touch, release. And God, I want him inside me, filling me. He pushes the coffee table to the side, scattering piles of paper on the floor, so there’s nothing between the guys and the couch where we stand.
His kiss is rough, like he’s claiming me. Sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and nibbling. I part my lips, letting him delve inside me, steal my breath.
I wrap my arms around his neck, grinding against him, as he bites his way down to my collarbone. I’m barely able to stand from the intensity. “Oh God, Damon.”
“She likes that,” he says to the guys. “My angel can handle it rough.”
I almost forgot the guys were watching but the reminder has me tense, holding him tighter.
His teeth graze the swell of my breasts and I lean my head back to give him better access. He sucks and bites my nipples, marking me. I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. And when he finally slides his hand between my legs, I almost lose my grip on him. He toys with me, barely brushing my clit. Again and again, until I’m shamelessly grinding against his hand.
Damon sucks my earlobe, making me shiver. He whispers, “Imagine how it would feel to have Jasper eating your pussy right now, baby. Devouring that cunt while I fuck you from behind. Mm, maybe one day, but not tonight. Tonight you’re all mine.”
He bends me over the arm of the couch and slaps my ass until I cry out. I keep my head turned, facing the back of the couch. I’m not ready to see Jasper or Leon’s faces as they watch.
“She’s soaking wet. Do you like being watched? Should my boys fuck their fists while I pound into this sweet cunt? What do you think, baby?” Damon sounds crazed, his words tumbling from him in a rushed whisper. He plunges a finger inside me and slaps my ass again and holy crap, I’m so close to coming. “Answer me, Blake.”
He lifts my hips and spreads me wide, so I’m on display for them, circling my clit with the exact pressure I crave. I know he wants an answer, but I don’t know what to say. Do I care what they do? We’re well past any kind of normal friendship now, so what does it matter?
“Yes,” I murmur. “Yes to it all.”
“That’s my perfect slut,” he says with another spank that has me biting back a moan. “Don’t disappoint her, boys. She wants us to come together.”
He pushes into me, inch by inch, filling and stretching me. Thrusting with the same turbulent energy as his words. God, it feels so good. Like I’m being worshiped and punished at the same time. I love every second.
“Feels so good,” I say against the cushion.
“Speak up, Angel. Get that beautiful face out of the couch and watch them. Look what you do to them.” He reaches for my hair and tugs, lifting my head a few inches from the couch until I cry out. “Tell her.”
“I’m so close, Blake,” Jasper says, breathless. “You take him so well.”
The sounds that fill the air are utterly erotic. Groans and wet slaps of skin. Finally, I open my eyes and force myself to watch them as they stroke themselves. The looks of painful pleasure in their eyes set my skin on fire.
Leon bites his lip, fisting himself rough and fast. I catch glints of metal along his shaft and imagine what he would feel like inside me. What they’d all feel like together. Their eyes devour me while Damon pumps harder and faster and, I can’t take anymore. It’s too good.
“Y-yes, I’m gonna come.”
“You can come when I say so, Blake.” He slows his thrusts, pulling all the way out and bringing his hand around my neck. “Watch them, baby. We all come together, remember?”
I nod, panting. “Please.”
He lines himself up against me as his palm tightens. “Please, what? Tell me.”
“Don’t stop,” I wheeze.
“Good girl,” he says, palming my ass and spreading me wide. I gulp in a breath, as much as I can with the pressure on my neck. I should be scared but I’m not. If anything, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. He’s careful with me, controlled, especially now that he’s slowed his movements.
He pushes back into me and the room fills with frenzied groans and hissed curses. Some of them come from me, sounds I never knew I could make. I’m overwhelmed with sensation.
Jasper and Leon’s eyes are on me, holding me captive. Damon’s hands are everywhere, his cock deep inside me. My body slams against the couch, knocking against the wall. I’ve never felt so alive.
Leon groans and Jasper says, “D, I’m close.”
“Me too,” he says as he reaches down and rubs my clit. “Squeeze my cock, Blake. Come on me.”
He presses in and I cry out as my orgasm hits me hard. So hard that I’m shaking all over, my stomach clenching and hands gripping the cushion. I force my eyes to stay open and watch as both guys finish on their stomachs. It’s so hot, it takes me a second to notice Damon still behind me, panting and massaging my ass cheek.
“Fucking hell. That was incredible. You’re?—”
Leon cuts in, out of breath but clear. “Ours.”
“That’s right,” Jasper says. “You belong with us.”
Tired laughter slips through my lips as Damon pulls out and gathers me against his chest. His lips meet mine in a gentle kiss. Nothing like the fervor he had five minutes ago. “Don’t forget it.”
After an hour of pleading with the guys to let me go alone, I’m waiting at the train station for Falin. She took a flight into the city, then a train here, arguing that she didn’t want to inconvenience me for an airport pickup on my birthday week. I’m not a child. I don’t need a whole week for my birthday, but according to Falin, “that’s utter bullshit.”
As the train squeals to a stop I jump up from the bench and search the crowd exiting onto the platform. It’s been so long, I don’t even know what color her hair is now. She’s notorious for dying it every other month—growing it out and chopping it off too. I wonder if her big shot tech job lets her keep all her bright colors.
Feeling nervous that she missed her flight, I check my phone for a missed call. I’m swiping through notifications from everyone but Falin, when a pair of hands cover my eyes from behind. “Guess who?”
Screeching, I twist around to face my best friend and wrap her in the biggest bear hug I can muster. “You brat, I was getting worried.”
“Nah, never worry about me. I’m like Gandalf, I arrive precisely when I mean to.” She plants a wet kiss on my cheek, most definitely leaving an imprint of her dark red lipstick behind and holds me at arms length. “Look at you, Bee. You’re literally glowing.”
I hold back a grin. “Really? I’m stressed the hell out, but I’m happy you’re here.”
She narrows her eyes and says in a mock-stern tone. “You’ve been fucked recently. I can tell.”
I clutch my chest and feign shock. “What? There’s no way you can tell that from one look.”
“I can. It’s a skill. I call it my fuck-dar. You know, like radar, but for fucking.” She shrugs and pulls her duffle bag higher on her shoulder. “You should already know this. Remember how I knew about your first time with Ethan? Speaking of, does he know I’m here? I’d prefer as little time with mommy’s boy as possible.”
We walk side by side toward my car, the sound of crunching leaves filling the silence as I think of what to say. “I’m not with him anymore. I didn’t want to tell you because I know you’d flip out and cut your work trip short to come here, but I caught him cheating on me at the end of the summer.”
She freezes and drops her bag. “You’re shitting me? That asshole cheated on you? Ethan? Mama’s boy who wears shirts with sailboats on them?”
A soft laugh bursts from me. “Oh God, I forgot about that shirt.”
“Take me to him. I’m cutting his dick off.” She clenches her fists and lets out a harsh breath. “No, that's taking it too far. I’ll kick him in the balls instead. Let me just change into my combat boots.”
“It’s really okay, love. I’m over him. Seriously, him cheating was the kick in the butt I needed to move on. Plus, I’ve met someone else.” I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
“Oh my God, my fuck-dar is never wrong. You better tell me everything.” We reach the car and she tosses her stuff in the back before getting in. “Who is he? How did you meet? Dick size? Can he use it?”
I shake my head and turn the car on. “I’ll tell you everything. Let’s get lunch. I’m starving and you must be too.”
“I don’t like this new coy Blakey. Yes, you may feed me, but I require answers or I’ll tickle torture you into telling me.”
“No way, I’ll tie you up first.” I hate being tickled and she knows it, hence why she uses it as a last resort to get information out of me when I’m being tight-lipped. Evil demon that she is.
“Oh, that sounds like a good time. Torture and ropes. My kind of night.” We erupt into laughter as I pull onto the street. Through my rearview, I catch a glimpse of a black muscle car and roll my eyes. Not that I expected anything less from Damon. He was already overbearing and that was before we found out about me being a target.
“So how’s Brennan? Are you liking living with him again?” Falin opens the window and rests her palm against the outside of the car.
“He’s good. Super busy, like you. I think he’s somewhere in Asia as we speak. I miss him. As much as I love how far he’s come with his job, he never gets any downtime.” As all of this tumbles out, I realize how I’ve been avoiding thinking about Brennan lately. It hurts too much to know I have one blood relative left and he’s just out of reach. After losing everyone else, I wish I could keep him close.
“Why does he work so much? I guess that’s a dumb question coming from me, but we’re at different places in life. Doesn’t he want to settle down? Start a family with what’s her name?”
“Mischa,” I say.
“Yeah, her. Miss Friendly.” She’s not wrong.
“He wants to pay my tuition even though I’ve told him again and again that I’m fine taking out loans. He won’t hear it. And I have no idea what’s up with him and Mischa. To be honest, I’m pretty sure she’s cheating on him. Or maybe they have an open relationship, I don’t know.” I shrug and turn onto Main street.
“Can’t wait to meet her,” she says sarcastically.
I find a spot right in front of the restaurant and dig through my purse for some spare change for the meter. “About that. There’s a slight change of plans for sleeping arrangements.”
Falin tilts her head, eyes questioning. “What do you mean?”
“We can’t stay at Brennan’s. It’s not safe there. I’ll get into all the details but yeah, I highly doubt you’ll meet Mischa.” Plopping a few quarters into the meter, I reach for Falin’s hand and pull her forward. She’s staying put like a stubborn toddler in a toy aisle.
“Where will we stay then? Should I call and book us a hotel room?” Her voice is laced with concern.
“Well, that’s entirely up to you,” I say, feeling nauseated all the sudden. “Depends on if you’re okay with staying at my boyfriend’s place with his two hot roommates?”
“Blake Alexandra Hyland, you’re telling me you’ve been living with this new boyfriend and his two roommates, my fuck-dar is going wild, and this is the first time I’m hearing about it?
“Did I tell you how much I love your hair color? Platinum really suits you,” I say sweetly.
“Don’t change the subject, brat. Once your ass is firmly planted in a chair in that restaurant, you’re telling me everything or said ass will have an imprint of my size nine combat boot.”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “Okay, no need to get dramatic. I’ll tell you everything. But first, should we book a hotel room?”
She rolls her bottom lip between her teeth and says, “That depends on a few things. What did you say they looked like?”
“I can’t with you,” I say, laughing and pulling out my phone. “I’ll text Damon, my boyfriend, and have him send me pics of the guys, Jasper and Leon. But Fal, you gotta promise not to mess around with them. Things are…” I hesitate. “Complicated.”
“I’m about to full name you again.” She narrows her eyes. “Come on, let’s go eat before I beat your round ass.”
“Remember it’s my birthday week.” Smiling, I bat my lashes at her.
“How could I forget?” she says with a smirk. We’re seated at a table in the back and out of habit, I scan the place for anyone I recognize. Not two minutes after we’re seated, the door opens, and all three guys walk inside.
I guess I don’t need pics now.