Chapter 10
Hana
Elliott was deep inside me, his thrusts slow but somehow rough, his arms wrapped tight around me as the water sloshed softly around us. His soft lips contrasted with his massive, muscled arms and his hard, solid body.
The steam clung to our skin, and every moan and whisper felt amplified in the close, wet air. My nails dug into his shoulders as I rolled my hips, savoring the pressure, the stretch, the warmth of him inside me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned into my neck, and I smiled against his ear.
But then he stilled, the rhythm of his hips slowing.
I opened my eyes and followed his gaze.
Across the hot tub, Jack had Jackie straddling him, her bare body flush against his chest. His mouth was on her throat, and his hand was behind her back—gripping both of her wrists in one large fist, pulling her arms tight behind her like a restraint.
Jack was pumping his hips up quickly, murmuring something to her. She was gasping, her head tilted back in surrender, her body bouncing with every thrust. Her eyes were closed, and she looked lost in it, euphoric and blissed out.
It was fucking hot.
Still, Elliott’s arms tensed.
I felt it—a subtle shift in him, like he wanted to say something but didn’t know if he should. Like he wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was okay, even though Jackie clearly wasn’t in distress.
“Hey,” I whispered, cupping the side of his face to bring his attention back to me. “You okay?”
He didn’t answer right away. He blinked, as if caught off guard by my question.
“She’s okay,” I said softly, wrapping my arms tighter around him. “She likes it.”
He exhaled, the tension in his chest seeming to ease as I kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I know,” he finally said, his voice raspier now. “It just…it caught me off guard.”
I stroked his jaw with my thumb. “Is that something you two do together?” I asked gently, curiosity clear in my voice.
I recalled his and Jackie’s Daddy moment, and I wanted to see and hear more.
He hesitated for a beat, then nodded. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “We do.”
There was something else in his eyes though, something uneasy.
“But…?” I prompted softly.
He licked his lips, looking past me for a moment. “But I worry,” he admitted. “Because of…him.”
My stomach twisted at the unspoken name. Michael.
He went on, his voice quiet under the sound of the water lapping around us.
“I don’t know if Jack knows her boundaries.
I don’t know if I know all of them. She says she wants it, and I believe her—but it’s hard not to wonder if she’s just used to pain, if she’s still working through what he did to her. ”
I swallowed hard, watching the vulnerability creep into his face.
“She’s strong,” I said gently. “But I get it. It’s hard not to carry that shit into everything.”
He nodded, his jaw clenching.
I encouraged him with a small smile. “You’re not like him.”
“I know,” he murmured. “I know. But seeing her like this…I wonder if I’m failing her. Letting someone else take her to that edge.”
“She trusts you,” I said. “And I trust you.”
He paused before he kissed me slowly, like he needed to get lost in me again.
But even in that kiss, I could feel it lingering: the guilt, the fear, the weight of something we all carried, whether we wanted to or not.
I held the kiss a moment longer than I needed because I could still feel the hesitation in him, like something inside hadn’t quite unclenched. Like he was trying to convince himself that everything was okay but couldn’t quite get there.
And maybe that was fair.
I stroked his hair when we pulled apart, both of us still buried deep in the other, the heat between us still thick. But even with that connection, I felt it.
The guilt. The fear.
The shadow of the past still hanging in the steam, coiling around him like a dark cloud.
He blames himself, I thought. He thinks letting Jackie play like this—with Jack—means he’s weak. That he’s failing her somehow.
I didn’t know how to say it aloud, but I knew what needed to happen.
Even if we had all agreed, said yes, go ahead, it was a “free-for-all”—we hadn’t talked about the how. The thresholds, the what-ifs, the unspoken lines that might still be buried deep.
We needed to talk about it. Not later—now. Because the last thing I wanted was for any of us to cross into something we couldn’t come back from.
So I softly kissed Elliott again, then whispered, “I think we should all check in.”
His brows furrowed slightly, but he nodded.
I gently slid off him, pressing my hand to his chest as I caught my breath and glanced across the hot tub. Jackie was still tangled with Jack, her hair wild, her eyes heavy with pleasure. But they were slowing too, watching us now.
Jack tilted his head, alert crossing his face. “Everything alright?”
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “I just think…before we go further, maybe we all take a second to talk. Not because anything’s wrong,” I added, glancing at Elliott. “But because I want to make sure we all know each other’s boundaries—in detail, out loud. No room for guessing.”
Jackie’s eyebrows pulled together as she glanced between me and Elliott, then she slowly nodded. “Okay.”
Jack leaned back, his hand releasing her wrists, his touch softening.
“Works for me,” he said.
We were quiet as we filed back into the house, the heat blasting against our flushed, wet skin. The storm had picked up again, and the windows were practically frosted with the snow.
We wrapped ourselves in towels and sank into the oversized couches. I sat cross-legged as Jack sat beside me, Jackie and Elliott across from us. I glanced at each of them, their eyes waiting and ready.
I took a deep breath.
“Okay,” I said softly. “We’ve all agreed this is a free-for-all weekend…but I think we should take a minute to go around and list our boundaries. Just to clear things so we all know we’re safe. Sound good?”
Jack, already reclined like he lived here, gave us all a grin. “I’ll go first: I have none.”
That made us all laugh a little. The tension eased just slightly.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Seriously. I’m good with anything. As long as Hana’s happy, I’m happy. And if I’m not comfortable with something, I’ll say it. But I haven’t found that line yet.”
I rolled my eyes, but I was smiling. “Noted.”
Then I straightened up slightly. “For me, my safe word is red. If I ever say it, that means stop. Immediately. No questions. And I want that to be the universal safe word for everyone. Just so there’s no confusion.”
They all nodded.
Elliott sat forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees, and the position accentuated his massive muscles. Jackie looked so small next to him.
“I…I don’t think I have any boundaries at the moment,” he said carefully. “But if something comes up, I’ll say so. And I expect the same from all of you.”
He looked around and stopped at Jack. I could feel a little tension in his gaze, and I wondered if we were all making a huge mistake.
Then it was Jackie’s turn.
She had her towel pulled high under her arms, her legs mirroring mine, but her eyes focused on the floor. It was silent a little too long before she finally spoke.
“I just want my safe word to be honored.”
Her voice was so quiet, it barely made it past the crackling of the fireplace.
A deep ache twisted in my chest. She didn’t need to say anything more. I already knew.
Michael didn’t.
“Always,” I said immediately. “Always. No hesitation. You say red, we stop.”
She gave a tiny nod, but her eyes were filled with tears. And I couldn’t help but wonder how many times she’d said it before and had it ignored. How long it took for her to believe that maybe someone would listen again.
Elliott reached over and took her hand, scooting closer. His thumb rubbed gentle circles over hers.
He knew. We all did by now. And I wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse.
“Do we need a moment?” Jack’s voice broke the silence. I turned toward him, surprised by how soft it sounded. “This doesn’t have to happen tonight.”
For all his bravado, Jack could read a room. And in that moment, he was tender. My sweet, gentle Jack—one of my favorite sides of him.
“No,” Jackie said, her voice clear and unwavering, looking around at all of us. “I want to continue.”
She stood, as if she knew she was the one who needed to show us all was okay. Her towel dropped, and her mouth found Elliott’s in a heated kiss as he wrapped his hands around her waist. She pulled away, then she turned to Jack and me, her eyes blazing with desire and hunger.
Her lips found mine first as she tugged my towel away and traced her hands over me.
Then she broke the kiss, turning to Jack and drawing him in, her lips parting for him.
By the time she made it back to Elliott, she straddled him and sank down on him with a slow, sultry gasp.
Fuck, she was amazing–I couldn’t stop watching her.
She moved like a woman in control—confident with a smile on her face, her hands resting on Elliott’s shoulders like she knew exactly what he needed. He stared up at her in awe, his hands gripping her hips hard, his mouth parted with pleasure.
She turned her head and looked straight at Jack.
“Come here,” she said breathlessly, still rolling her hips on Elliott.
Jack crossed the room in a few strides, his cock still hard and ready. Jackie reached for him immediately, wrapping one hand around him, stroking him in time with her movements on Elliott.
I reached down to circle my clit, the sight of it all too much not to.
Jackie looked over her shoulder at me. “Come help me,” she said, her voice low and coaxing.
I moved beside her as my heart raced. I got onto my knees in front of Jack, and my hand slid over his shaft just beneath hers, our fingers brushing as we stroked him together. Jack groaned low in his throat, his head falling back slightly.
Jackie’s breaths came faster, her body quickly bouncing on Elliott’s cock. He gripped her hips, but his gaze kept flicking to each of us.
“God, this is fucking hot,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to Jack’s hip as I tightened my grip just a little.
“Yeah?” Jackie echoed, her voice cracking with a moan. “You want more?”
Our hands stroked him together as Jackie rode Elliott, and I couldn’t stop watching her breasts bouncing, her body moving with confidence shining through, like she was made for this. She was stunning, wild, in control.
Jack let out a deep, guttural moan as Jackie leaned over, wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, her strokes turning to wet, eager suckling.
I followed without hesitation, brushing her shoulder as I joined her, my tongue flicking alongside hers, the heat of his body trembling beneath our mouths.
His hands gripped the back of Jackie’s head and then mine, his fingers threading through our hair as he muttered dirty words that made my pussy pulse.
Elliott shifted in front of us and Jackie let out a pleased sigh as she slid off his lap. She dropped to her knees between his thighs and hungrily wrapped her lips around him like she had missed the taste of him.
Elliott groaned, his head tipping back against the couch, one arm draped over the back while the other gently stroked Jackie’s hair. I couldn’t resist joining her, kneeling at her side, pressing a kiss to the base of his shaft before licking a stripe up the side.
“Fuck,” he groaned, glancing down, his eyes wild and dark.
I let go of Jack as he moved behind Jackie. He got onto his knees, and his hands slid down her hips, his chest almost pressed to her back. He turned slightly, whispering something into her ear. She nodded, and a moment later, he was guiding himself into her from behind.
She gasped around Elliott’s cock, the sound muffled and desperate, and he growled at the sensation. Jack’s hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back against him with slow thrusts, his gaze flicking to me, filled with passion and heat.
Jackie’s moans deepened, and I gasped when Jack’s hand cupped my wet spot, sliding a finger in as he pounded into Jackie.
We were a tangle of limbs, of mouths and hands and breath.
All of us connected, all of us surrendering, piece by piece.