Chapter 11
ELEVEN
AINSLEY
I wake up in the middle of the night lying between Jax and Knox, their bodies pressed against mine, their arms wrapped around me like they're afraid I'll disappear if they let go.
Knox's hand is splayed possessively across my stomach, his breath warm against the back of my neck, each exhale sending shivers down my spine.
His skin smells like leather and motor oil and something uniquely him , something that makes my body relax even when my mind wants to stay alert.
Jax's fingers are threaded through mine, his thumb tracing lazy circles on my palm, the calluses from his work rough against my softer skin. But I can’t sleep.
Every shift of their hips, every slow breath against my skin, keeps the ache between my legs alive.
I need more. I need them, not just their hands or their mouths. I need all of them.
Carefully, I slip my hand free of Jax’s. I ease the sheet down his body. His cock is already hard, thick and heavy against his stomach. I wrap my fingers around him and stroke once, slow. Then I lean down and take him into my mouth.
The taste of him floods my tongue, clean skin and salt and something purely him.
I sink lower, hollowing my cheeks, working him with slow, wet pulls.
Jax’s breath hitches. A low, sleepy groan rumbles in his chest. His fingers slide into my hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needs the anchor.
Behind me, Knox shifts. I reach back, push his boxers down, and wrap my hand around his thick cock. I stroke him in the same rhythm I’m using on Jax. Knox’s breath leaves him in a rough exhale against the back of my neck. His hand tightens on my hip.
“Ainsley…” Jax’s voice is rough with sleep and want. When I glance up, his eyes are open, dark and heavy-lidded. “Baby,”
I moan around him and stroke Knox harder. Knox is fully awake now. His hand slides down my stomach, between my legs, and he groans when he feels how wet I already am.
“Fuck,” Knox rasps against my ear. “Look at you. Waking us up like this.”
I pull off Jax just long enough to whisper, “I need you. Both of you. Please.”
Something in both of them softens and sharpens at the same time.
Knox turns my face toward him and kisses me, deep, slow, full of feeling. His tongue slides against mine like he’s trying to tell me everything he doesn’t have words for yet. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine.
“You sure?” he asks quietly. “Once we start, we’re not holding back.”
“I’m sure,” I breathe. “I want this. I want both of you.”
Jax sits up enough to cup my face, thumb brushing my bottom lip. He kisses me next, softer than Knox, but no less intense. When he draws away, his eyes are almost tender.
“We’ve got you,” he promises.
Knox flips me onto my back between them. They’re both naked within seconds, hard and hungry, but the way they look at me isn’t just lust. It’s something heavier. Something that makes my chest ache.
Jax settles between my thighs. He doesn’t rush.
He spreads me open with his thumbs and leans down to kiss the inside of one thigh, then the other, before dragging his tongue through my folds in one long, slow stroke.
I gasp. Knox captures the sound with his mouth, kissing me deeply while Jax keeps tasting me, slow, thorough, like he has all night.
Only when I’m trembling and pushing against his mouth does Jax rise up. He braces himself over me, eyes locked on mine, and pushes into me in one slow, steady thrust.
The stretch is intense. He’s thick, and it’s been so long since anyone has been inside me that the burn makes my breath catch. He freezes halfway, giving me time, one hand stroking my hair back from my face.
“Breathe, baby,” Knox murmurs against my mouth, one hand cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple with almost reverent care. “Let him in. We’ve got you.”
I force myself to relax. Jax sinks the rest of the way until he’s buried to the hilt. We both groan. For a moment he just stays there, deep inside me, forehead pressed to mine, breathing with me.
“You feel perfect,” he whispers. “So fucking perfect.”
Then he starts moving, slow, deep strokes that make my toes curl. Every thrust drags against that sensitive spot inside me. Knox keeps kissing me, keeps playing with my nipples, keeps whispering soft, filthy praise against my lips between kisses.
“That’s it. Take him. Look how good you’re taking his cock. You’re doing so well, Ainsley.”
I reach for Knox, wrapping my hand around him again, stroking in time with Jax’s thrusts. Knox curses softly and thrusts into my fist, but his eyes never leave my face. Like he’s memorizing every expression.
Jax picks up the pace gradually, hips snapping harder. The wet sound of him fucking me fills the quiet room, obscene and perfect. The pressure builds fast and sharp. My thighs start to shake around his waist. I dig my nails into his shoulders and break the kiss with Knox on a broken cry.
“I’m—Jax, I’m gonna—”
“Come,” Jax growls, slamming into me deeper. He leans down and kisses me hard, swallowing my moans. “Come on my cock, Ainsley. Let me feel it. Give it to me.”
I shatter.
My orgasm rips through me so hard I sob into his mouth, pussy clenching rhythmically around him as wave after wave crashes over me.
Jax curses and fucks me through it, chasing his own release.
A few more deep, powerful thrusts and he buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, pulsing hot inside me as he comes.
He keeps kissing me the whole time, slower now, softer, like he’s pouring everything he feels into it.
He collapses forward for a second, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing hard. Then he carefully pulls out. I feel the warm rush of his release spilling out of me onto the sheets. He kisses me one more time, lingering, before moving aside.
Before I can even catch my breath, Knox is pulling me toward him.
He rolls onto his back and drags me over him until I’m straddling his hips. His cock is thick and hard and already slick from my hand. He grips my waist, eyes locked on mine, and for a moment he just looks at me, really looks, like he still can’t believe I’m here.
“My turn,” he says, voice rough with emotion. “You still with me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He lines himself up and pulls me down onto him in one slow, devastating thrust. The stretch is different, thicker, fuller, and I moan brokenly as he bottoms out inside me. Knox sits up enough to wrap his arms around me, pulling me flush against his chest so he can kiss me while he’s buried deep.
The kiss is messy and desperate and full of feeling. I kiss him back just as hard, arms winding around his neck.
He starts moving beneath me, lifting his hips to meet every downward roll of mine. Deep, powerful strokes that knock the air from my lungs. I brace my hands on his shoulders and ride him, still so sensitive from Jax that every thrust sends sparks of overstimulated pleasure through me.
Jax moves in behind me. He gathers my hair gently, tilts my head back, and kisses me deep while Knox fucks up into me. One of Jax’s hands slides around to cup my breast, squeezing, pinching my nipple in time with Knox’s thrusts. The other hand strokes down my stomach, grounding me.
“That’s it,” Jax murmurs against my mouth between kisses. “Take him just like you took me. Let him feel how perfect this pussy is. You’re so beautiful like this.”
Knox’s rhythm turns harder, more desperate. He’s close, I can feel it in the way his grip tightens, in the rough sounds punching out of him with every thrust. His forehead drops against mine.
“Come with me,” Knox demands, voice raw. “One more time, baby. I need to feel you. Give it to me.”
Jax’s fingers slip between us and find my clit, rubbing tight, perfect circles while Knox pounds up into me.
The dual sensation is too much. I come again with a broken cry, clenching hard around Knox’s cock, kissing him through it like I can’t bear to stop.
He follows me over the edge with a low, guttural groan, burying himself deep and spilling inside me in hot, pulsing waves.
His arms lock around me so tightly it almost hurts, and he keeps kissing me even as he comes, slow, deep, like he’s trying to pour every unspoken feeling into the press of his mouth.
I collapse forward onto his chest, completely spent. Knox’s arms stay wrapped around me. Jax stretches out beside us, one hand stroking slowly up and down my back, pressing soft kisses to my shoulder, my neck, the corner of my mouth whenever I turn toward him.
The three of us stay tangled together in the dark, sweaty and breathing hard, still joined in every way that matters.
Knox is still inside me, softening slowly.
Jax’s fingers lace with mine again. Every few seconds one of them leans in to kiss me, gentle now, lingering, full of something that feels dangerously close to love.
I drift off like that, held between them, safer and more complete than I’ve ever felt in my life.
I wake to the sound of Owen fussing through the baby monitor.
Before I can move, Knox is already up, pulling on sweatpants. "I've got him."
I watch through half-closed eyes as he disappears down the hall.
A few minutes later, I hear Owen's delighted squeal followed by Knox's low chuckle.
Curious, I slip out of bed and pad quietly to Owen's room.
Knox is standing by the crib, holding Owen up in the air. Owen's little hands reach out and grab Knox's beard, tugging hard.
"Ow—hey, little man," Knox says, wincing but grinning. "That's attached."
Owen squeals and claps his hands together, clearly thrilled with himself.
I lean against the doorframe, my heart swelling.
Jax appears beside me, sliding an arm around my waist. "Look at that. He's already got Knox wrapped around his finger."
"He's got both of you wrapped around his finger," I say softly.
Jax grins. "Damn right he does."
Knox glances over and sees us watching. "Morning."
"Morning," I say, smiling.