Chapter 36
Lauren
I heard the lock turn.
Then Jackson’s boots against the floor once as he stepped back from the door. I didn’t look over my shoulder. Kevin kept his gaze on me, that clinic tie still loose around his neck like he forgot how to dress. My fingers stayed hooked in his belt, the metal warm from his body.
“Fuck, I’m ready,” I said, low, and pulled him in.
His mouth came down on mine hard. No hesitation this time.
He was done being careful—his hand sliding up the back of my neck, fingers threading into my hair while the other gripped my hip.
I tasted the long day on him, coffee and that faint antiseptic edge from the clinic, and it grounded everything.
This was real, not the fever dream we’d been circling for weeks. We had chosen this.
Behind me, Jackson stepped closer, close enough that his chest brushed my shoulders, heat rolling off him.
His hand settled light on my waist, right above Kevin’s.
For a second the three of us just breathed there together.
No secrets. No guilt eating away at the edges.
Just the low hum of the bar fridge and the smell of Pine-Sol still clinging to the counter I’d wiped down an hour ago.
Kevin broke the kiss first, but he didn’t pull away. His forehead rested against mine, breath rough.
“You sure?” he asked, quiet, the words meant for me but loud enough for Jackson to hear.
I laughed once, short. “I walked over here and grabbed your belt, doc. Read the room.”
Jackson’s fingers tightened on my waist. “She’s been reading it for weeks.”
That cracked Kevin open. He kissed me deeper while Jackson’s mouth found the side of my neck—teeth grazing, then his tongue soothing over the spot.
The contrast sent heat low in my tummy. I arched back into Jackson without thinking, and Kevin pressed forward until I was caught perfectly between them. This was exactly where I belonged.
I yanked Kevin’s shirt open, buttons popping one by one, exposing his lean muscles and that faint trail of hair.
Jackson reached around me, his tattooed arm brushing Kevin’s bare skin as he helped shove the shirt off.
Kevin’s breath caught at the contact, but he didn’t pull away.
The sight of them touching like that, open and unafraid, made something warm bloom in my chest.
“Good,” I murmured against Kevin’s mouth. “Let him.”
Jackson made a rough sound in his throat. His hand slid under my tank top, palm hot against my stomach. I guided him higher until he cupped my breast, thumb dragging over my nipple. Kevin’s hand covered Jackson’s there, their fingers overlapping as they claimed the moment together.
We shuffled toward the bar. My back hit the worn counter, the same one where Jackson and I once did something filled with regret. Tonight it felt solid. Ours. Kevin lifted me onto it easily. Jackson stayed behind me, his hands steady on my shoulders.
“Too many clothes,” Jackson growled.
“Fix it then.”
I tugged Kevin’s belt open, the leather sliding free. His pants dropped enough for me to palm him through his boxers. Hard, hot, familiar. I wanted him, the way he filled my hand made me want him to fill me too, deep.
Kevin exhaled sharp, hips pushing into my touch.
Jackson pulled my tank top up and off, then my bra, cool air hitting my skin before his mouth replaced it.
He sucked hard at the curve of my breast while Kevin watched, eyes filled with lust and want.
Then Kevin leaned in and kissed Jackson over my shoulder.
Messy, open-mouthed, nothing like that first careful one in the confrontation.
Jackson groaned into it, the sound vibrating against me, and I got wetter just from that.
I worked Kevin free completely, stroking him slow while they kissed. My other hand reached back for Jackson and found the hard line of him through his jeans. He broke from Kevin’s mouth to curse low against my ear.
“Lauren. Fuck.”
We didn’t rush the rest of the undressing.
Kevin kicked his pants and shoes aside with that same deliberate care he always had.
Jackson shoved his jeans down, tattoos shifting over muscle.
I sat there in my shorts, legs spread, watching them look at each other and then at me.
The old guilt that used to live in this room pressed close, but we were overwriting it, with something that belonged to all three of us.
Kevin stepped in close again, hands on my thighs, spreading them wider. “Want to taste you first,” he said, deliberate as ever, but his voice had that edge now.
He dropped to his knees right there on the bar floor, mouth hot on the inside of my thigh. Jackson stayed behind me, arms around my ribs, holding me steady while Kevin tugged my shorts and underwear down and off.
Kevin’s tongue found me slow, precise, licking a broad stripe over my entire entrance, then he dipped his warm tongue inside my hole, tongue-fucking me while sucking me, that had my head falling back against Jackson’s chest. Jackson’s hand came up to my throat.
Firm, just resting there, thumb brushing my jaw.
I rocked against Kevin’s mouth, chasing the pressure, and Jackson murmured shit in my ear, half praise, half promise.
Kevin didn’t tease long. He knew what I needed, sucked my clit steady until my legs shook around his shoulders.
One. Two. I came hard, biting my lip to keep quiet even though no one would hear. Kevin kept going through it, gentler, then pulled back with wet lips and that satisfied doctor look that always undid me.
Then Jackson’s voice came, sounding wrecked. “Now it’s my turn.”
He lifted me off the counter, turned me, and set me on the edge again.
Kevin stayed close, hands on my thighs. Jackson dropped between my legs, his mouth hungrier and less controlled than Kevin’s—rougher licks, sucking harder in a way that felt different but just as good.
Then Kevin joined him, their lips meeting around my clit as the two of them worked me together.
Kevin pressed a finger against my asshole, circling lightly. The overload hit hard.
I came again, hard. Shaking. The pressure built in a weird, intense wave, and then I squirted a little—my first time.
Shock rippled through me as the warmth spilled.
My thighs clamped around them, a raw sound tearing out of me.
They didn’t stop, their lips and tongues feasting on me while Kevin’s finger pressed just right, dragging the orgasm out until I felt completely wrecked.
“Jesus,” I gasped, legs trembling. “Not sure I can handle more.”
Jackson stood, eyes wild but soft at the same time. “You can.”
He pulled me onto him, thick and deep. I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he guided the head of his cock to my entrance and slowly sank inside.
The stretch burned so good, filling me completely while I was still sensitive and slick from everything they’d just done to me.
I looked straight into his eyes, seeing the same mix of hunger and wonder I felt.
“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he muttered, voice rough as I sped toward another orgasm, my body worn out but still chasing the connection with them.
Every thrust pushed me closer until the wave crashed through me again, my walls clenching tight around Jackson as pleasure rolled deep and overwhelming.
My legs gave out, but I kept pulling them both closer, needing the solid feel of their bodies against mine.
Kevin took over smoothly after that. He bent me over the counter, chest to the wood, ass up. He entered me in one steady push, filling me deep.
“Look at you taking him so well,” Jackson said softly, his thumb brushing my cheek as I took him deeper into my mouth.
Jackson stepped in front so I could take him in my mouth, his hand gentle in my hair while Kevin drove into me with those controlled snaps of his hips.
I lost track of time in the rhythm. Words spilled between us, my name, curses, half-finished sentences that didn’t need to be complete.
Jackson pulled out, kissed me messily, then kissed Kevin hard while Kevin fucked me.
Their bodies were so close, the hunger and love between them clear in every shift.
We dragged cushions from the booths and an old bar mat onto the floor, making a perfect messy pile.
I straddled Jackson, taking my time as I positioned myself over him.
His hands gripped my ass, steadying me while I reached down and guided his cock to my entrance.
I sank down slowly, feeling every thick inch stretch and fill me again.
Our eyes locked the whole way, and the raw emotion there, love, relief, pure want, hit me harder than the physical pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” Jackson groaned. “Take all of me. Just like that.”
I started moving, slow and deep, savoring how he felt inside me.
Kevin knelt right beside us, his mouth alternating between my breasts and Jackson’s neck, teeth and tongue adding sparks of sensation while his hand wrapped around the base of Jackson’s cock where it disappeared inside me, stroking in time with my movements.
The added pressure and the sight of Kevin touching him like that sent fresh heat spiraling through me.
Jackson’s body stiffened as he came, groaning loud, hips stuttering up into me.
I came right after him, the feeling of him pulsing inside me mixing with Kevin’s heat on my back in a way that felt like pure belonging.
Kevin spilled hot across my back a moment later, his forehead pressed to my shoulder.
We stayed tangled together afterward, breathing hard. The bar smelled like us now—sweat and sex mixing with the fryer oil and Pine-Sol. Jackson traced lazy patterns on my thigh. Kevin’s fingers brushed Jackson’s arm, deliberate and tender.
“No going back,” I said into the quiet.
Kevin’s voice was steady. “Don’t want to.”
Jackson pulled us both closer, like he still couldn’t quite believe we all fit together like this.
The counter behind us didn’t feel like haunting regret anymore. It felt like ours.