Chapter 38 Bonnie #2
This is my life now. Three men who would kill for me. Who already have. A baby on the way. A club that’s finally at peace.
It’s messy and unconventional and probably a little crazy.
But it’s mine.
And I wouldn’t change a single thing.
Titan lifts me off the bed and sets me on the wide arms of Ghost’s old captain’s chair. My thighs drape over the armrests, back pressed to the high wooden spine, legs spread so wide the stretch already burns in the best way.
They don’t touch me. They circle.
Ghost speaks first, voice low and rough. “I’ve missed the way your throat flutters when you swallow me whole, Bonnie.”
Ash steps closer, eyes raking over the swell of my belly. “I’ve missed how this pussy grips when you’re trying not to come.”
Titan’s grin is pure filth. “I’ve missed the weight of these tits in my mouth when they’re this fucking full.”
My breath is already ragged, and they haven’t laid a finger on me.
Ghost pulls his knife. Cold steel kisses my collarbone for half a heartbeat before he slices my T-shirt straight down the middle. He spreads the ruined halves like curtains, baring me to the room.
Ash drops to his knees in front of me. Teeth clamp the center of my bra—one savage tug and the lace rips apart. My breasts spill free, heavy and aching in the sudden air.
Titan’s blade is bigger. He drags the tip under the waistband of my jeans, flicks once, twice. Denim and panties part like paper. He peels the shredded fabric away and lets it drop to the floor.
I’m naked.
They’re still fully dressed.
The power in that single fact makes me drip onto the old wood beneath me.
Titan leans in, voice a growl against my ear. “Here’s the rule, baby. You don’t leave this chair until every single one of us has made you come. Not once. Not twice. Three times. Only then do you get the bed.”
Ghost’s eyes darken. “And we stay dressed. You stay open. You stay ours.”
Ash brushes a thumb across my lower lip. “Think you can handle that?”
I swallow hard. “Try me.”
Ghost steps between my spread thighs like the space was carved for him alone.
He never rushes; he never has. The rasp of his zipper is the only sound in the room for a long, charged second.
When his cock finally springs free, it’s flushed dark, the head already slick with precum, and he fists himself once, slow and deliberate, eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Ash and Titan move in on either side of the chair. Their big hands slide under my knees, lifting and spreading me even wider, thumbs tracing soothing circles on the trembling skin of my inner thighs.
“Look at her,” Ash murmurs, voice thick with reverence. “Already shaking for you.”
Titan’s grip tightens just enough to remind me I’m not going anywhere. “Give it to her slow, brother. Make her feel every single inch.”
Ghost braces one hand on the tall back of the chair right beside my head, leans in until his lips brush mine, and pushes inside me in one long, unhurried glide that steals every ounce of air from my lungs.
He’s hot, velvet-hard, stretching me open so perfectly my eyes roll back for a heartbeat. He doesn’t thrust yet. He just stays buried to the hilt, letting me feel the throb of him inside me, letting my body flutter and adjust around every ridge.
“Eyes on me, Bonnie,” he whispers.
I force them open. His pupils are blown wide, almost black, swallowing the brown I love so much.
Only then does he start to move. He pulls back until just the head remains, then sinks in again, slow, relentless, bottoming out with a roll of his hips that drags the thick crown over that spot that makes my toes curl against the armrests.
Again. Again. Each stroke is measured, claiming, like he’s rewriting his name inside me one deliberate thrust at a time.
Ash’s thumb keeps tracing small circles on my thigh. “You’re taking him so beautifully, baby.”
Titan’s lips brush my ear. “Feel how full you are? That’s all him. All for you.”
Ghost’s rhythm never wavers—steady, deep, unhurried. His free hand cups my jaw, thumb stroking my cheek as he fucks me with his eyes as much as his cock. My breath starts to hitch. My thighs tremble harder in their hands.
“That’s it,” Ghost breathes. “Let me feel you come around me. Just like this.”
The orgasm builds slowly and devastatingly, rolling up from my toes until it crashes over me in long, quiet waves.
My back arches as much as the chair allows, pussy clenching hard around him, milking him in rhythmic pulses.
He groans low, forehead dropping to mine, riding every aftershock with me, never once breaking eye contact.
Only when the last tremor fades does he ease out, slow and careful, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my parted lips.
“One,” he says against my mouth, voice rough with pride.
Ash and Titan gently lower my shaking legs, thumbs still stroking, keeping me open, keeping me ready.
Ghost steps back, cock glistening with me, and nods toward Ash. “Your turn.”
Ash doesn’t speak at first. He just spins the chair ninety degrees with one smooth pull so the tall back is now against his shoulder, and I’m half-reclined, legs still draped over the armrests but tilted toward him like an offering.
He drops to his knees between my thighs, hands sliding under my ass to lift me a few inches higher. The new angle opens me completely; cool air kisses every slick inch Ghost left behind.
“Fuck, look at you,” he breathes, voice reverent. “Still dripping from him. So pretty.”
Titan moves behind the chair, bracing the back with one hand to keep it steady. His other hand cups my breast, thumb flicking the nipple Ghost just kissed. “Hold her open for him, brother,” he tells Ghost.
Ghost kneels on my left, fingers spreading my folds wide, exposing my swollen clit to Ash’s hungry stare. “Like this?” Ghost asks, voice rough. Two of his fingers glide through the mess between my legs and circle my entrance, teasing.
Ash growls, low and possessive, and lowers his mouth.
The first slow lick is flat-tongued, from my entrance to my clit, gathering every drop of me and Ghost mixed together. My hips jerk hard enough that Titan has to tighten his grip on the chair.
“Easy,” Titan murmurs against my ear. “Let him taste you.”
Ash hums, the vibration shooting straight through me, and seals his lips around my clit. He sucks gently at first, then harder, flicking the tip of his tongue in quick, ruthless circles while Ghost keeps me spread and open for him.
I’m already sensitive from Ghost, every nerve lit up and begging. My hands fist in Ash’s hair, trying to pull him closer, deeper. “More,” I whimper. “Ash, please—”
He slides two fingers inside me without warning, curling them up to stroke that spot that makes my vision blur. The wet sounds are obscene, filling the room, and I can feel myself getting louder, messier.
Ghost leans in, mouth brushing my ear. “Listen to how soaked you are for him. You’re going to come all over his face, aren’t you?”
“Yes—fuck—yes—”
Ash adds a third finger, stretching me, pumping in time with the relentless swirl of his tongue. Titan’s hand moves to my other breast, pinching hard enough to make me gasp.
“Come for him, baby,” Titan orders. “Soak his beard. Let us watch.”
I break.
The orgasm slams into me hard and loud, back bowing off the chair, thighs clamping around Ash’s head. He doesn’t stop—keeps licking, keeps sucking, fingers still moving until I’m shaking and sobbing his name.
Only when I sag, boneless and wrecked, does he pull back. His beard is soaked, lips swollen, eyes wild. He presses one last gentle kiss to my clit, then looks up at me with a grin that’s pure sin. “Two,” he says, voice hoarse.
Titan’s grip on the chair tightens. “My turn.”
He steps in front of me, eyes blazing, and slides his huge hands under the seat exactly where Ash’s knees just were.
“Hold on tight, baby.”
One slow inhale, one brutal flex of his thighs, and the entire chair lifts off the floor.
The legs dangle six inches above the rug. My back stays pressed to the tall wooden spine, belly perfectly supported, thighs still hooked wide over the armrests. Gravity and Titan’s arms are the only things keeping me in place.
I gasp at the sudden weightlessness, fingers clawing the chair back.
He doesn’t give me time to adjust.
Titan frees himself with one hand—zipper rasping, cock springing heavy and flushed—and lines up. The head nudges my entrance, still swollen and dripping from the first two rounds.
“Look at me,” he growls.
I do.
He drives in to the hilt in one slow, unstoppable thrust.
The chair creaks like it’s going to splinter. My moan turns into a broken cry.
Ghost and Ash drop to their knees in front of the suspended chair, cocks in their fists again, stroking in time with Titan’s rhythm.
“Fuck,” Ghost rasps. “Look at you taking him while you’re hanging in the air. So goddamn beautiful.”
Ash’s hand moves faster. “That’s it, baby. Let him wreck you.”
Titan pulls back and slams home again.
The chair groans louder.
Again.
Again.
Every thrust is deep, punishing, perfect.
He changes the angle just enough to drag the thick crown over my G-spot on every stroke. The wood bites into my back, but I don’t care. I can’t feel anything except him.
“Tell me who you belong to,” Titan demands, voice shredded.
“You,” I sob. “All of you—fuck—Titan—”
Ghost leans in, mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking hard.
Ash’s fingers find my clit, rubbing fast, merciless circles. “Come on his cock while we watch,” he growls against my skin. “Do it, Bonnie. Now.”
The third orgasm detonates.
I scream, back bowing as much as the chair allows, pussy clamping down so hard Titan has to fight to keep moving.
The chair creaks dangerously. My whole body shakes, thighs trembling over the armrests, vision going white.
Titan roars, thrusts once, twice more, then stills deep inside me, pulsing, filling me.
Only when the last aftershock fades does he lower the chair, slow and careful, until the legs touch the floor again. He stays buried, forehead pressed to mine, both of us breathing like we just ran ten miles.
“Three,” he rasps, voice wrecked.
Ghost and Ash are already on their feet, cocks in hand, eyes dark with hunger.
Titan pulls out gently, steps back, and nods toward the bed. “Rule’s over, baby. Now we finish this properly.”
Titan lifts me out of the chair and carries me the three steps to the bed. He lays me down in the center, belly up, legs still trembling from everything they just did to me.
The three of them finally strip. Shirts hit the floor, belts clatter, boots thud. In seconds, they’re as naked as I am, cocks hard and glistening.
Ash crawls up first and settles between my thighs, but he doesn’t enter. Ghost kneels on my left, Titan on my right. All three fists wrap around their cocks, slow and synchronized.
“Look at you,” Ash whispers, eyes raking over the mess they’ve already made of me. “Covered in us. Carrying our kid. Never seen anything more perfect.”
Ghost leans down and kisses me softly and deeply. “We’re gonna paint this beautiful belly, Bonnie. Every drop is a promise.”
Titan’s huge hand splays over the swell, thumb stroking the stretched skin. “Ours,” he says simply. “Every fucking inch.”
They stroke faster.
I reach out, replacing Ghost’s hand with mine, then Titan’s, until I’m pumping two of them while Ash keeps his own rhythm, eyes locked on my face. The room fills with rough breathing, low groans, my name on three different tongues.
Ghost comes first, thick ropes striping across my breasts and collarbones. Titan follows seconds later, hot pulses landing low on my belly, over the bump, dripping down the sides. Ash groans my name like a prayer and adds his claim right over my heart.
I’m shaking again, not from another orgasm, just from the sheer weight of being wanted this much.
They collapse around me, and someone grabs a warm cloth and cleans me gently, reverently. Someone drags the ruined chair out into the hallway like a battle trophy. Someone pulls the blanket over all four of us.
We’re a tangle of limbs and satisfied sighs. Ghost lies on his back with my head on his chest. Ash curls against my side, one hand possessive on my hip. Titan sprawls across the foot of the bed, one massive hand wrapped around my ankle like he needs to keep touching me even in sleep.
I trace lazy patterns on Ghost’s chest, following the lines of his tattoos. The room is quiet except for breathing and the distant sound of music from downstairs.
“You okay?” Ghost asks quietly.
“Better than okay.”
“Good.”
Ash presses a kiss to my shoulder. “We should do this more often.”
“What, exhaust your pregnant wife?” I tease.
“Keep you happy. There’s a difference.”
Titan squeezes my ankle. “She’s always happy. Look at her. She’s glowing.”
“I’m sweating.”
“Same thing,” he says with a yawn.
I close my eyes and breathe in the scent of them. Leather and gunpowder and something uniquely theirs. Home.
This is home.
Three ruthless, dangerous, beautiful men who somehow decided I was worth dying for. And me, the girl who never thought she’d amount to more than some man’s old lady.
Turns out I was right about that. I am someone’s old lady. I’m just lucky enough to belong to three someones.
And they belong to me.
“Love you,” I whisper into the darkness.
Three voices answer back. Quiet and certain and true.
“Love you too.”
I smile and let myself drift. Wrapped up in these three ruthless men, I think to myself that I’ve found something that must look a little like heaven.