Chapter 6
chapter six
Madelyn
I blink, stunned. “You keep saying we. You both want me? At the same time?”
Dash’s eyes stay locked on mine, dark and certain. “Yes, together.”
I stand between them, heart hammering, the empty bar suddenly feeling too small.
Finn rests his forehead against mine. “You’re ours, Maddie. You’ve been ours since the moment you walked through that door. Stop fighting it and let us take care of you and love you the way you’ve never been loved. Let us show you what we can be.”
I swallow hard and shake my head. “No.”
“No?” Finn and Dash say at the same time.
“I won’t drag you into my mess.”
“We’re already in it.” Finn reaches out and cups my jaw with one warm, calloused hand, his thumb brushing across my lower lip. The gentle touch contrasts sharply with the heat in his gaze. “We’ve known you’re running from something dangerous. And we’re not letting you do it alone anymore.”
A broken sob slips from my throat. “You should run. The men after me… they’ll kill anyone who gets in their way. They won’t hesitate.”
Dash stalks forward until I’m trapped between their solid bodies. His big hand grips my hip possessively, fingers digging into my soft flesh. “Let them fucking try.”
The truth rips out of me before I can stop it. “I’m terrified. Not just of them finding me, but of wanting both of you. I want you so damn bad it scares me.”
Dash’s eyes darken. “Say it again.”
“I want you,” I whisper, my voice cracking with desperation. “I want you both so bad.”
The tension in the room snaps like a live wire.
Dash crashes his mouth down on mine in a rough, claiming kiss.
His tongue invades, tasting me deeply as I moan into his mouth.
Behind me, Finn presses flush against my back, his lips latching onto the sensitive skin of my neck.
He sucks hard, teeth grazing my pulse point while his hands shove under my shirt and roughly squeeze my breasts.
“Been dying to get my hands on these perfect tits,” Finn growls against my neck, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers until sharp pleasure-pain shoots straight to my core. “So fucking soft and full. Made for us to play with.”
I arch back into Dash with a broken whimper, my body already trembling between them.
He breaks the kiss just long enough to bite my bottom lip, then trails his mouth down the side of my throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
“We’re taking you home right now, sweetheart,” he growls against my skin.
“And when we get you in our bed, we’re going to fuck every last bit of fear out of this greedy little body until the only thing you can think about is our cocks. ”
I nod, already aching and soaked between my thighs, heart pounding so hard I can barely breathe.
The drive to their house is pure, delicious torture.
I’m sitting between them in the front seat, pressed tight against both hard bodies.
Dash drives with one hand on the wheel, the other gripping my thigh hard enough that I can feel the heat of his palm through my jeans.
Finn shoves his hand between my spread thighs, and rubs my soaked pussy through the denim with firm, insistent strokes.
The thick seam of my jeans presses right against my swollen clit every time his fingers move, making me moan.
“I can feel how wet you are already,” Finn murmurs against my neck, voice thick with desire. He presses harder, circling my clit through the fabric until I whimper. “This pussy is dripping for us, isn’t it, baby? I can feel the heat of you soaking through.”
I moan softly, my hips rocking against his hand without permission. Dash glances over jaw clenched tight, eyes dark. “You’re going to take both of us tonight,” he says, voice low and rough. “We’re going to make you feel so good you forget everything else.”
By the time we pull into the driveway, my thighs are slick and sticky, my panties ruined. The second the front door closes behind us, they’re on me.
“Strip,” Dash commands, his voice dark with lust. “Slowly. We want to see every inch of you.”
My hands shake as I pull my shirt over my head, revealing my black lace bra.
Finn drops to his knees in front of me without hesitation, yanking my jeans and soaked panties down my legs in one rough motion.
Cool air hits my bare, glistening pussy as he spreads my thighs wide with both hands, staring at me like he’s starving.
“Fuck,” he groans. He leans in and drags his tongue in a long, slow, filthy stripe from my entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit, collecting every drop of wetness.
“You taste so sweet. So wet and ready for us.” He seals his mouth over my clit and sucks hard, then thrusts two thick fingers deep inside me, curling them against that perfect spot that makes my vision blur.
My knees buckle. Dash catches me from behind, one strong arm banded tightly around my waist. His other hand yanks the cups of my bra down, freeing my breasts.
He cups one heavy breast and lowers his mouth to my nipple, sucking the tight peak deep into his mouth.
His tongue flicks and swirls, then he gently bites down, sending sparks straight to my clit while Finn works between my legs.
“Look at you,” Dash rasps against my wet nipple, “already falling apart for us.” He moves to my other breast, sucking and teasing, pulling the sensitive tip between his teeth while his fingers pinch and roll the first nipple.
Finn pumps his fingers faster, the wet sound of them moving in and out of me loud in the quiet room. He sucks hard on my clit, tongue lashing it in tight circles. “Come on my tongue, Maddie. Let me taste every drop of this sweet pussy. Give it to me.”
The orgasm crashes through me hard. I cry out, thighs shaking violently as my pussy clenches and pulses around his fingers, soaking his hand and chin.
Finn licks me through it, slow and thorough, tongue dipping inside me to gather every bit of wetness until I’m whimpering and oversensitive, trying to twist away.
They don’t give me long to recover. Dash lifts me into his arms and carries me upstairs, Finn right behind us. They lay me down on their massive bed. Clothes disappear in a rush of fabric and skin. Finn kneels by my head, fisting his thick, heavy cock, and guides the flushed head between my lips.
“Suck me, baby,” he says, voice rough with restraint. “Nice and deep. I want to feel that pretty mouth.”
I open for him, taking him in. He’s thick and hot against my tongue, the taste of him making me moan. At the same time, Dash spreads my legs wide and thrusts into my pussy in one deep, powerful stroke, stretching me open until I’m full of him.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” Dash groans, bottoming out. “You feel perfect around me. So wet and hot.”
They find a rhythm together. Every time Dash pushes deep into my pussy, Finn sinks further into my mouth.
I moan around him, saliva dripping down my chin as I take him as far as I can, tongue working the underside of his cock.
The wet sounds of Dash fucking me fill the room, skin against skin, the slick slide of his cock moving in and out of my soaked pussy.
“That’s it,” Finn groans, gently fisting my hair as he watches me. “Just like that. You’re taking us so well.”
Dash reaches down and rubs my swollen clit in tight, relentless circles with his thumb. “Come again for us. Let me feel this pussy squeeze my cock.”
I shatter, crying out around Finn’s length as my second orgasm rips through me. My pussy clamps down hard around Dash, fluttering and pulsing, the pleasure so intense my toes curl.
They switch without a word. Dash pulls out of me and moves to my mouth, sliding his slick cock between my lips so I can taste myself on him. Finn settles between my thighs, grips my hips, and thrusts deep into my still-fluttering pussy with a low groan.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Finn growls, driving into me hard and steady. “Taking me so deep. Look at how well you open for us.”
Dash cups my cheek, guiding my mouth on him, eyes locked on mine. “Look at you, taking both of us. You’re so beautiful like this… lips stretched around my cock while Finn fucks this perfect pussy.”
They keep the same intense rhythm, Dash filling my mouth, Finn filling my pussy, until I’m trembling again, overwhelmed by the dual sensations.
Finn rubs my clit with firm, precise strokes of his thumb, and I come a third time with a broken, muffled moan, body shaking hard between them, pussy gripping and releasing around his thick cock.
Finn doesn’t pull out. He grips my hips tighter and drives into me harder, chasing his own release.
“Gonna fill this pretty pussy,” he groans, voice rough. “Take every drop of me.”
He thrusts deep one last time and comes hard, pulsing thick and hot inside me. I feel every spurt, the heat of him flooding me until I’m dripping around his cock.
At the same time Dash’s rhythm falters. His hand tightens in my hair as he pushes deeper into my mouth.
“Swallow for me, baby,” he rasps.
He comes with a deep groan, spilling hot and heavy across my tongue. I swallow everything he gives me, breathing hard through my nose as both of them empty themselves into me.
When they finally pull back, I can feel Finn’s release leaking out of me, and the taste of Dash still lingers on my tongue.
They settle on either side of me, their strong bodies bracketing mine protectively. Hands stroke over my sweat-slick skin, gentle now. Dash pulls me against his chest while Finn presses in from behind, kissing my shoulder softly.
“No more running,” Dash murmurs against my hair, voice rough with satisfaction. “No more carrying this alone. You need us? You’ve got us.”
I nod weakly, completely spent, floating in a haze of pleasure and safety between the two men I can no longer live without. Their warmth surrounds me as my eyes drift closed, their hands still gently caressing my body.
I wake slowly, warm and heavy, the kind of deep sleep that only comes after being completely wrung out.
Soft morning light filters through the curtains.
I’m tangled between two solid bodies, one at my back and one at my front, both of them still half-asleep and wrapped around me like they have no intention of letting go.
Dash is in front of me, face relaxed in a way I rarely see. Finn is pressed against my back, one heavy arm draped over my waist, his hand resting possessively on my stomach. I can feel the slow rise and fall of both their chests.
Dash’s eyes open first, he leans in and kisses me, slow and unhurried.
His mouth is warm, gentle, nothing like the desperate hunger from last night.
When he pulls back, Finn shifts behind me and presses a kiss to the curve of my shoulder, then the side of my neck.
“Morning, sweetheart,” Finn murmurs against my skin, voice still rough with sleep.
I turn my head just enough for him to catch my mouth in a soft kiss of his own.
Their hands start moving. Dash tracing slow circles on my hip, Finn’s fingers drifting up and down my arm in lazy strokes.
We stay like that for a while, trading slow kisses and soft touches, until the question I’ve been trying not to think about push their way to the surface. I swallow. “What… is this now?”
Dash’s hand stills on my hip. Finn’s fingers pause against my arm. Both of them look at me, waiting.
“I mean it,” I say quietly. “What are we? Because last night… that wasn’t just sex. At least not for me. And I need to know what this looks like for you two.”
Finn answers first, voice low and certain. “You’re our woman, Maddie. Both of ours.”
Dash nods, eyes steady on mine. “We want you as ours, together. Same bed. Same life. We share you fully.”
I search their faces. “What does that actually look like day to day though?”
“It looks like this,” Dash says, gesturing at the three of us tangled together.
“Waking up with you between us. Taking care of you. Being the ones you come home to. Being the ones who protect you, spoil you, and make you feel safe. We’re not splitting time or taking turns like you’re something to pass back and forth. We’re doing this together.”
Finn’s hand slides up to cup my cheek, turning my face toward him. “We sleep in the same bed. We both touch you. We both love on you. If one of us is having a hard day, the other picks up the slack. There’s no competition.”
My throat tightens. “What if one of you gets jealous?”
Dash doesn’t even hesitate. “Then we talk about it. But I don’t see it happening. We’ve known each other too long. We’ve already worked through that shit years ago. Wanting the same woman doesn’t threaten what we have, it only works because of what we have.”
Finn’s thumb brushes my cheek. “You’re not coming between us, Maddie. You’re becoming part of it. Our friendship isn’t fragile. It’s the reason this even feels possible.”
I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “I don’t want to ruin what you two have. I know how close you are. If I ever became the reason that changed… it would kill me.”
Dash leans in and kisses me again, slower this time. When he pulls back, his voice is quiet but firm. “You’re not going to ruin anything. You’re the first thing we’ve both wanted this badly at the same time. That doesn’t break us. It makes us more solid.”
He brushes his thumb across my lower lip, eyes serious.
“I want you to stay with us from now on. For a few reasons. One… now that we’ve had you, I’m not going to be able to sleep without you in my bed.
Two, with that man out there possibly hunting you down, it’s what’s safest. You’re not going back to that apartment alone.
Not while there’s even a chance someone could come looking for you. ”
Finn presses a kiss to my bare shoulder, then rests his forehead against the back of my neck. “He’s right. We can protect you better if you’re here and neither of us wants to spend another night without you between us.”
I let out a shaky breath and close my eyes, letting myself lean into both of them. Their hands keep moving, soft strokes over my skin, like they’re trying to soothe every last doubt out of me. “Okay,” I whisper.
Dash’s arm tightens around me and Finn’s does the same from behind.