23 Everleigh Come on Mess Me Up—Cub Sport #3
I can still taste his salty precum on my tongue as he retreats only to grind back into me. Bracing one hand behind my splayed body while the other winds around his neck, I hold on, taking his passionate savagery without complaint.
Fletcher doesn’t protest my touch, despite the scars that live beneath his polo shirt. The trust is staggering. I make sure to avoid putting too much pressure on him, shifting my body every time he drives forwards. It’s a mesmerising dance, moving in perfect synchronicity.
Knowing Sterling’s watching every move should embarrass the both of us. But it doesn’t even factor into the equation. In fact, I’m secretly loving the idea of being watched, despite Fletcher riding me into a messy heap.
“God, you look so good all flushed and messy.” Sterling folds his arms, deep in thought. “Even with another man fucking you senseless.”
“Sterling,” I chastise through pants.
“What? This is way hotter than I thought it would be.”
Fletcher’s chest rumbles, forming an almost laugh.
“Shut up,” I squeak out.
Grinning lasciviously, Fletcher captures both of my wrists to raise them high above my head. Glass kisses my skin through the blouse where he presses my arms into the mirror, pinning me in place. The effect places me utterly at his mercy.
“Damn,” Sterling rumbles. “See? Hot.”
Writhing on the bathroom counter, I can’t escape Fletcher’s little bind.
My gaze narrows on his smirk. “Ass.”
Fletcher merely lifts a brow. Unfazed. Yep, total asshole.
He pistons into me hard enough to rattle me to the core. I’m exposed. Fused to the mirror while he takes his time to thoroughly ride every inch of me. It’s fast. Furiously powerful. A battering ram that stamps his ownership claim into place beside his friends’.
I’m all theirs.
No going back now.
The exhilaration is heightened when I spot Sterling moving against the door, reaching for where he tucked his dick back inside his boxers. He’s hard again. I don’t know how he manages to tease his length into steel so fast after finishing inside me.
Watching him stroke himself from root to tip while Fletcher fills me to a breaking point, over and over again, backs me into a corner. Another orgasm is floating higher, ebbing below the surface. The tendrils are sinking into my nerves and staging a hostile invasion.
“Are you going to cum for Fletcher?” Sterling fists himself. “I want to see it.”
Panting for air, I choke on a loud moan. “I’m so close.”
“Let go then, baby. Show him how well you fall apart.”
Surging into me, Fletcher keeps his attention fixed on my expression. I wonder what he sees. If he’s pacing himself to wring me dry before letting himself go. The way he looks at me is terrifying in its intensity.
To him, this isn’t just sex. There’s no doubt about that. It’s a soulful binding, an exchanged promise that can’t be broken. And in some ways, I’m glad he knows my real name. He’s choosing me—not Eden Coles . . . but Everleigh.
His smile blossoms wide when I detonate, hugging him close to let my climax take over. Sterling and the bathroom disappear from sight. It narrows to just the two of us, limbs entwined, cores connected. The exchange of heat stokes my release, and I scream out his name.
My orgasm triggers Fletcher, the tight cinch setting him off. His face hides in my chest, tongue coasting over my collarbones, breath forming a heated cloud that scalds my skin. My entire body shudders, racked by miniature earthquakes.
“Oh, yes! Fuck, Fletch!”
He jerks inside me, pouring liquid lava into the remaining space that Sterling’s heat scorched. I’m coated in them both, and the thought only spurs me on. Just thinking about their essences combining inside me is intoxicating.
Perched against the door, Sterling watches us fall apart. He’s jerking himself over and over, chasing another hedonistic thrill. When his stare latches on mine, spurts erupt from his cock to spill over his hand.
“Shit,” he heaves a breath.
“I didn’t know voyeurism was your thing,” I pant back.
Sterling bows his head. “Me neither.”
Forehead nestled under my chin, Fletcher clings to me like a second skin. I can still feel him shuddering inside. Holding him close, the breadth of emotion is too much to handle.
I want him this close every single day. Close enough to cradle and protect from being damaged by this world any further. We’ve all been broken individually, but together, no one would dare harm our family. Not united.
And that’s precisely when it clicks. The unnamed emotion I haven’t yet expressed aloud. It goes far beyond simple belonging. This soul-deep feeling is greater, deadlier. And a lot more dangerous.
“I love you.” My fingers twist in Fletcher’s short hair, while I meet Sterling’s eyes. “Both of you.”
Feathering a kiss over my hammering pulse, Fletcher seizes my mouth without skipping a beat. I know it’s his reply. The words he can’t express aloud. Instead, his lips move against mine, communicating what he cannot say.
When we break apart, I look up at Sterling, his forest-green orbs swimming with appreciation. Truthfully, I don’t know what to expect from him. He still wears his wedding band even now. But that doesn’t seem to negate the truth that spills from his lips.
“We love you too, Eden.”