Chapter 43 Reece
Reece
“It’s not my fucking birthday!” I throw open the bathroom door, my cock—unfortunately—put away and flaccid, my chest heaving with fury and pent-up sexual frustration.
I might actually kill Jax this time.
“We’re not celebrating tonight?” He raises his hands in a placating gesture, a smirk on his smug mug. He can’t even pretend to be oblivious. “You didn’t blow your load?”
“While you were listening through the door and running your damn mouth?” I take a menacing step toward him. “You fucking stalker.”
“Reece,” Ethan warns, but the word is laced with amusement.
Jackson smiles, confident I won’t touch him with his boyfriend five feet away.
I don’t hesitate—I lunge, grabbing his T-shirt and putting him in a headlock before he can react.
His smile widens. “Calm down, Viking. Don’t hurt yourself.” His body shakes with laughter. “She’s given me a pity blow job a time or two. It’ll be okay.”
I tighten my hold to shut him up, gripping my wrist with my other hand to prevent him from escaping.
Aurora rushes out of the bathroom. “Jackson Vaughn!” she chastises. Her gaze connects with mine. “That’s not what happened. Please don’t hurt him.”
The truth is in her eyes, but still…he deserves some tormenting.
I dip my head. “Yeah, I know she did. I had to listen to it, remember? What were your exact words? Do you think a blow job will make me feel better?” I mimic in a high-pitched, whiny voice.
He feigns a dramatic gasp. “You listened to us fuck, and you call me the stalker?”
“It was my job,” we say in unison, Jax mockingly, his tone echoing my previous taunt.
He’s an instigator, and I decide I’m not giving in to his attention-seeking—or whatever the fuck he’s trying to do. “Next time, I’ll snap your skinny neck.”
I release him with a shove, and he stumbles forward.
The grin never leaves his face. “For the record, blow jobs do improve your mood. It’s science.”
I drop my ass onto the end of the bed, an ache throbbing between my shoulder blades. “You know what else is science? That my dick is bigger than yours.”
Motherfucker only chuckles. “You need a good fuck or fight, Viking. Let go of that bottled-up rage.”
Aurora stands in front of me, her hands on her hips. “Are you hurting?”
I roll my shoulders to ease the pain. My spine snaps, crackles, and pops like a Rice Krispies cereal commercial. “Maybe,” I grumble.
“Relax.” She gestures to the head of the bed. “We’re having a movie night.”
Ethan comes up behind her, clad in boxer briefs and an undershirt, and unzips the dress. It pools at her feet. She’s wearing a black lace bra and panty set, and my cock takes notice. He gives her his shirt, and she slides it on.
Gawking at them is creepy, so I stand, strip to my boxers, and settle against the headboard. Jackson follows suit, and now all of us are in bed, watching a romantic comedy with the lights off.
No big deal—this isn’t awkward as fuck, four grown adults having a sleepover.
Maybe I’m stressed, my mind too heavy, my body too tense. Maybe the asshole is right and I need to relieve some aggression—preferably on him. Maybe that’s what he was trying to do by taunting me.
Jax leans forward and tosses me a package of black licorice. “What about Coach?”
I toss it back harder than necessary because—gross. “What about him? I don’t look at his dick,” I reply, referring to my last statement about my dick being bigger.
He whips a Slim Jim at my face, narrowly missing Aurora, who’s between us, snacking on chocolate-covered peanuts. “But you look at my dick?”
I keep the Slim Jim, rip it open, and bite a piece off the top. “No. How many times do I have to tell you, I’m not interested in your dick. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I’m kidding, Viking. Relax. I love it when you blush.” He turns his attention to the movie. “I meant, were you listening to Ethan too?”
“Nope.” Lucas might have been, but he reviews so much surveillance footage that sex is nothing but background noise. “No need. We didn’t think he had anything on Kyle.” I take another bite of processed, spicy meat.
Jax peers around Aurora. “Then how’d you know about his family? When we were arguing in Laguna?”
The temperature in the room spikes, and sweat prickles my hairline. “Ah…” I set the Slim Jim on the nightstand to give me time to fabricate something believable that’s not a complete lie.
Three pairs of eyes drill into me, Aurora’s most of all, and my brain short-circuits. I’ve got nothing.
When they were discussing Ethan’s family, they were too far from the house for the microphones to pick up anything, especially with the wind off the ocean. It was one person who clued us in, and when I peer down at her, she reads the answer in my expression.
Her brows knit together. “Me? How?”
Might as well confess and get it over with. “You searched ‘Iron Eyes’ on your phone.”
“Oh, shit!” Jackson’s eyes widen with delight. “You accessed her phone? You may be the biggest stalker of us all.”
He’s amused, but Aurora clearly isn’t, her jaw clenched tight enough to crack a molar.
“Can you shut up for once?” I snap at Jax. “I don’t need your running commentary.”
Aurora stares at me, her gaze filled with betrayal. “You saw my Google searches? Everything?”
I take back my earlier awkwardness. I’d rather be having an orgy than have her look at me with disappointment and distrust.
There goes any chance of finishing that blow job. I’m going to need a damn wheelbarrow to carry around my blue balls.
I nod. “Yes.”
“You knew my favorite restaurants. My favorite foods and coffee creamer—”
“That was organic.” Sort of. I may have searched her location history for repeated café visits.
“You knew I liked to read—what I liked to read,” she emphasizes, eyes narrowed. “You knew what books to buy me.” She swallows hard. “Knew…”
When she went from reading monster romance to bodyguard romance, then reverse harems.
I’m drowning in shit here, but my lips still curl upward with shameless satisfaction. “Yes.” I suspected she was attracted to me—at least physically.
Take that, Jackson.
She covers her face with her hands. “Oh my God.”
“What?” Jax pops a piece of popcorn in his mouth. “You can’t leave us hanging like that.”
“Do you ever pay attention to what she reads?” I ask him, now the one with the smirk. “Better yet, do you even know how to read?”
“Yes, dickhead, I do.” He gestures with his hand. “But go on, player. What does she read?”
“Straight up smut. Probably thinks about sex more than you do.”
He shakes his head. “That’s impossible.”
Ethan bends forward. “Explain. Why is that embarrassing?”
“Go ahead,” Aurora groans, face contorted in anguish. “You might as well tell them.”
Again, I can’t hide my shit-eating grin. “In New York, she started reading bodyguard romance, and then she switched to books about multiple men.”
Jackson cocks his head at her. “You read sex books about multiple men?”
“They’re not sex books.” She rolls her eyes. “They’re romance novels.”
“Erotica,” I correct.
“Anyhow.” Jax dismisses me with a flick of his wrist. “Did you read about any foursome positions we could use tonight? Because I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m unsure.”
She ignores his question about a foursome, probably for my benefit, finishes her snack, and snuggles beside me. She’s quiet, and I start to worry.
I dip my head and kiss her temple. “Per-dón-ame.” I attempt to tell her to forgive me, but I butcher the word, and it comes out fractured. I’ve been trying to learn Spanish on my phone, mainly because it’s seductive when she speaks it, but I’m pretty terrible.
She crosses her arms over her chest. “You know every dirty little thing I read about.” She frowns. “That’s so embarrassing.”
I turn toward her and slide my arm under the pillow to get comfortable.
“Not everything.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
My fingers linger on her soft skin, and just that slight touch stirs my arousal.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about. I’ve watched the three of you together, remember?
You saw me come in my hand. If there’s anyone who should be embarrassed here, it’s me. ”
“I liked it,” she whispers, her eyes no longer filled with humiliation but something else entirely. “Do you prefer to watch?”
Heat simmers between us, the movie forgotten.
Right now, I don’t want my hand. I want to be inside her. But I’m not accustomed to sharing my emotions and desires, especially in front of other men. “I prefer to be with you.”
Jackson peers over Aurora’s shoulder, always eavesdropping. “I’ve only been joking, trying to loosen you up. You don’t have to be in this bed. No pressure.”
There’s a pullout couch in the living room, but the idea is unappealing, the mere thought cold and lonely. Aside from the night we returned from the hospital, I’ve been sleeping better with Aurora by my side. The first night I slept with her, I slept for twelve hours.
Am I going to sleep apart from her, make her choose every time they’re home, which, now that we’re moving to New York, will be more often? Doesn’t seem convenient or practical. “We need a bigger bed.”
His brows nearly hit his hairline. “Wait, are you serious? Are we doing this? Because I’m one hundred percent on board.”
Ethan fists Jackson’s hair in one hand and his throat in another, tilting his head back until their gazes meet. “I’m not sharing.” The message in Ethan’s piercing stare is unmistakable—Jax belongs to him, and he only shares with Aurora.
Jackson’s expression softens with adoration. Aurora mirrors him with an amused smile, unconcerned her baby daddy is so possessive of her husband.
My face flushes. Call me boring, but I’m not as sexually open as they are.
I have my dream girl, and she’s all I desire.
“That’s not happening. No,” I draw out, shaking my head vehemently.
“Us two.” I point to myself and Aurora. “You two.” I gesture to them.
“If you wanna share Aurora, I’ll take her mouth.
I have no interest in Jax. He’s all yours. ”
After a swift kiss on the lips, Ethan releases his boyfriend—or tattoo-husband, I don’t know.
Jackson reaches under the covers and adjusts himself, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
“Damn, Viking. That might be the most you’ve said at once.
” He chuckles, grabs the remote from the bed, and shuts off the TV.
The room goes black. The bedding rustles.
“Can I kiss and touch my wife while you’re with her?
” His tone is gentle, lacking his usual snark.
I swallow my nerves. I’ve done plenty of difficult shit in my life. Having sex with the woman I love should be easy. I’m already painfully hard. “Yeah.”
“Baby girl?” Ethan’s voice cuts through the darkness. “Is this what you want?”
She shifts toward Jax. “I want this.”
I kiss her neck while my eyes adjust to the faint moonlight seeping through the blinds, casting everything in shadow. Jackson’s face hovers over Aurora’s, their lips meeting in a slow, passionate kiss.
His hand disappears beneath the hem of her shirt. She releases a soft whimper and presses into my erection. I bite back a groan but can’t resist grinding against her ass.
The urge to watch him touch her is overwhelming, and the command escapes my lips before I can stop it. “Take it off.”
Without hesitation, he helps Aurora out of her T-shirt, returning his mouth to hers.
The dim light accentuates the swell of her breasts, and I curse the black lace covering them.
I manage to unhook her bra, the straps slip down her shoulders, and Jackson pulls the garment off, tossing it aside. Okay, I guess he’s pretty useful.
Her tits spill free, fuller with pregnancy, and I’m mesmerized.
Jax palms her breast, teasing one peaked nipple with his thumb while drawing the other into his mouth. I can’t look away as she moans and writhes, my cock throbs, leaking precum in my boxer briefs.
He releases her nipple, grazing it with his teeth, and a sinful jolt shoots straight to my dick.
I’m not just tolerating this—I’m into it.
Whatever boundaries I thought I had are dissolving by the second.
This is who I am now—a man who watches another man touch the woman he loves and finds it unbearably arousing.
The bed dips, and Ethan moves closer, his silhouette merging with Jackson’s. Their exact movements are hidden from my view, but Jax’s deep, throaty groan tells me everything I need to know.
I caress the curve of her belly and slip a hand beneath the waistband of her panties, finding her wet and ready. “Fuck. Get rid of the underwear too.” I guide them down her thighs, and Jax handles the rest.
After he ditches her panties, he hooks her knee over his thigh and slides his hand between her legs. “I got her clit, Viking.”
I glide my fingers through her slick pussy and ease two inside. She’s soaked, her walls clenching around me as I thrust in and out. My knuckles brush his, and touching him while intimate doesn’t horrify me the way I expected.
“Oh God.” Her head falls back onto my shoulder, and she rocks her hips. “Reece, please.”
I’ve never heard a sweeter sound than my name on her lips, desperate and needy.
My mind empties of everything but this moment.
I withdraw my fingers and yank down my boxers, freeing my erection to align myself with her entrance.
Easing forward, I sink into her from behind, burying myself to the hilt.
She gasps, and I groan at the perfect, tight fit.
“You feel fucking incredible.” I grit my teeth to stop from pounding into her, struggling to let her adjust to my size. Every clench of her cunt around my cock draws another guttural groan from my chest.
She reaches back to grip my hip, her nails biting into my skin. “More,” she whimpers. “Fuck me.”
Jackson continues working her clit. I pull out to the tip then drive deeper, deliberately slow, letting her feel every ridge and piercing, every pulse of my cock. Her moans rise in pitch, and I lose myself in her, in us.