22. Jade #3
I can’t hold it back. The orgasm crashes through me without warning. I clench around him in violent, helpless pulses. A raw sound rips out of my throat—half moan, half cry. My back bows off the mattress.
My nails rake down his back again. He rides me through it while murmuring low against my ear the whole time. “Fuck, yes. Just like that. Look at you. So fucking beautiful when you let go.”
He follows right after. One last deep thrust. He buries himself to the root. I feel him pulse, hot and thick. Spilling inside me with a low, guttural groan that vibrates against my skin. He stays there. Breathing hard against my neck. Cock twitching with aftershocks.
He pulls out carefully and rolls to the side. Chest heaving. His hand stays on my hip, thumb stroking lazy circles over the skin like he’s not ready to break contact.
The room is quiet except for breathing. Three sets of it now. Mine ragged. Shadow’s slowing.
Then the door opens.
Hawk steps inside without a sound. Boots already off in the hallway.
Jacket gone. He’s stripped down to just his black tee and jeans.
Sleeves pushed up. Forearms corded with tension.
His eyes sweep the room. He takes in me on my back.
Legs still spread. Skin flushed and marked.
Slick between my thighs from the other two.
He takes in Shadow beside me, breathing hard. He takes in Razor against the wall. Silent sentinel.
He doesn’t speak. Doesn’t need to. The look on his face says everything. He’s been out there listening. Feeling every sound through the walls. Holding himself back until the restraint was physically painful.
I sit up slowly, ignoring the ache in my shoulder. The pleasant burn lower down. I signal for him first.
He comes without hesitation.
I pull him down onto the bed. I kiss him the way I kissed him in the utility room earlier. He kisses me back like a man finally letting the leash snap. Hands in my hair. Tilting my head. Tongue stroking deep. There’s no careful distance now. Just hunger.
I break the kiss long enough to shove his shirt up and off. His chest is scarred in places I’ve traced before. Old bullet wounds. Knife marks. Stories he never tells. I press my palms flat to the skin. I feel the heat. The rapid thud of his heart.
He flips me gently but firmly onto my side.
He spoons up behind me. One arm hooks under my knee.
He lifts my leg, so I’m open for him. The head of his cock nudges my entrance.
Already so slick. Already so ready from the others.
He pushes in slowly. Inch by inch. The stretch is different with him.
Longer. More deliberate. Like he’s savoring every second of claiming what’s his.
I gasp when he’s fully seated. Hips flush to my ass. He stays there a moment. Breathing against my ear. Letting me feel him throb inside me.
Then he starts moving.
Slow at first. Long strokes that drag against every sensitive spot. His hand slides up to cup my breast. Thumb circling the nipple while the other arm stays hooked under my knee. Keeping me spread.
Shadow shifts closer in front. He kisses my mouth again, swallowing my moans. Razor steps forward from the wall. Silent. His hand comes to fist my hair, gently this time. He tilts my head back so he can watch my face while Hawk fucks me.
Hawk’s control is iron, but I feel it fracturing with every thrust. His rhythm gets harder. Breath turns ragged against my neck. Low growls start in his throat. Sounds I’ve never heard from him before.
“Jade,” he rasps. Voice wrecked. “Tell me this is what you want. Tell me you want all of us.”
“I want it,” I manage, voice breaking on a moan as he hits deep again. “I want you. All of you.”
That’s the fracture.
Hips snap forward. Hard and fast now, driving into me with a rhythm that makes the bed shake. Skin slaps skin. My body rocks between them. Shadow’s mouth on my throat. Razor’s fingers tightening in my hair. Hawk relentless behind me.
The pressure builds again. Fast and vicious. I’m already sensitive. Already close from before. Hawk feels it. The way my walls flutter. The way my breath hitches. He reaches around, fingers finding my clit. Rubbing firm circles.
The orgasm tears through me without mercy.
I clench around him in violent, shuddering waves.
A choked cry escapes against Shadow’s shoulder.
Hawk follows right after, burying himself deep one last time and coming with a guttural sound against my neck.
His arm tightens around my waist like he’s anchoring himself as much as me.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, and no one speaks.
Then Razor moves first, reaching for his shirt off the floor. Hawk follows, unhurried, pressing his mouth once to my temple before he straightens. No one says anything about what just happened. There’s nothing to say that the room hasn’t already said for us.
Shadow’s the last to move. His hand trails down my arm as he stands.
“Get some sleep,” he says quietly. “It’s going to be a long night.”