“Gently,” Garrett whispers into my ear, almost threateningly. He keeps his pace slow and steady, curling my braid around his hand to keep control as I lean forward to take all of Axel into my mouth. His velvet softness eases across my tongue as I carefully pull back, licking every drop of saltiness as I go. Axel leans all the way back in his seat, groaning and urging me to continue by cupping my jaw. Every so often, his hips tilt upward slightly, allowing me to take him deeper. Garrett grinds within me, a sensual shift in our usual dynamic where not just one person is in control but two.
Keeping my pace even, I take Axel between my lips again and again, swirling my tongue around his tip each time. Gripping his base tightly in my hand, I pump alongside my steady sucking until the desperation in his groans calls for more. Hollowing my cheeks and occasionally scraping my teeth along his length, I take him all the way into my throat just as he explodes on a curse. Warm, salty cum spills into my mouth, and I swallow as I go. Garrett holds me in place by my hair, forcing me to take everything Axel wants to give, not that I would have moved anyway.
The second I pull myself free from Axel’s release, Garrett picks up his punishing rhythm again. His arms wind around me like a cobra pinning its prey in place, driving into me at such a speed I can barely catch my breath. Each slam of his body against my ass feels like a spank, his movements erratic as if he wants to teach me some sort of lesson. Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, pushing me further into the raw, unrestrained desire we’ve been missing. Axel tracks all of it, his cheeks pinkened and his cock twitching despite himself.
When Garrett’s mouth finds my neck, he bites down sharply. I cry out in protest a second before another orgasm rips through my body. Stars burst behind my eyelids, my inner walls fluttering. Still, he doesn’t relent, using me to vent all of his pent-up sexual frustration. My nails rip into the arms of the chair, Garrett’s shouts joining mine as his cock swells and pulses within me.
Finally freeing me from his hold as he chases his release, I slump forward onto Axel’s thigh. I’m definitely going to ache in the morning. Garrett grinds against me one last time, prolonging his pleasure beforeleaning his weight over my back. His fingers interlink with Axel’s, the three of us absorbing the last few moments before our troubles return with a vengeance.
“Sorry if I went a little too hard there, Peach. It’s been a while.”
“Oh, did you?” I tease, wriggling my ass back against him. “I was actually wondering when you were going to start.” There’s a sharp tug on my hair and a bemused laugh from Axel. It feels good to be laughing together again, to be connected, and to feel alive in general. I’m slowly but surely getting my boys back.
Garrett lifts his weight from me, his arm around my middle as he leans aside for his discarded boxers. Tentatively, he holds the material between us before pulling his cock out, cleaning me up without much regard for himself. Using this distraction, I quickly grab his shirt and slip it over my shoulders. Before Garrett can protest, my arms are in the sleeves, and Axel is helping me to button it all the way down to graze my thighs. Garrett narrows his eyes, a small smile playing about his lips.
“You know I’m not against wearing your dress back to our room.”
“I know, but at some point, you need to stop hiding.” I twist my head back to him and wave a vague hand towards his chest. “I mean, it’s selfish, really. Hiding all of those artist’s hard work.” Garrett huffs a laugh, his arms twitching as if he wants to cover himself from my view. But ultimately, they remain by his sides.
“I thought you thought my tattoos were shit,” he comments dryly. I shrug, a smirk cemented on my face.
“Depends how much of a dick you’re being on any given day.” Axel nudges me to help him stand, and then peels off his own shirt to give to Garrett. The bandage on his side is stained dark maroon in the center, evidence that we pushed him too hard. That I went too far. “Oh, Axe,” I raise a hand to his ribs. He’s quick to catch it and raise my knuckles to his lips, pressing a kiss there.
“Totally worth it,” he murmurs. Garrett is beneath his arm in the next second, dressed in the shirt and slacks, helping to walk Axel towards the door.
“I’ll go get Doctor Marcus,” I announce, but I only make it a step out into the hallway when Garrett’s free arm winds around my waist.
“Dressed in my shirt with my cum dripping down your thighs?” He laughs darkly. “Take Axel back to bed and wait for me there. I’m notwasting free lube like that.” Passing Axel’s arm over to hook across my shoulders, Garrett bounds down the hallway and disappears in the direction of Marcus’ office. Axel gives me a knowing look, his eyebrow raised.
“You know now he’s had a taste of sex again, he’s going to be insatiable.”
“Oh God,” I chuckle under my breath. “What have we done?”
Chapter Thirty Five
The day after that tedious dinner, although the after-party was sensational, I decided we’d all been separate for long enough. It took a herculean effort from the five of us who don’t sleep for nineteen hours a day and two full days to finish the job, but at long last, I have my wish. One huge bed. Or rather, three double beds pushed together in Axel’s childhood bedroom. At one point, I curled up with Axel just to watch a shirtless Hux, Dax, and Wyatt get sweaty using power tools. Avery joined us soon after.
And sleep came blissfully after that, until tonight, of course. Axel’s limbs are wrapped around my body, holding me in place by sheer force. Avery is stretched along the length of his back like a cat, but the rest of the elongated bed is empty. I stare at the ceiling while Axel taps his fingers impatiently on my shoulder, and Avery sighs every now and then.
None of us can pretend the auction isn’t happening downstairs, and while I’ve been ordered to hang back, Avery is staying away by choice. She couldn’t put herself through it again, not when Hux is planning to make his big move on Warren Briggs tonight. Across the wall, the clock ticks louder and louder, like a worm burrowing into my thoughts and eating me out like I’m an apple. Fuck that rapey worm.
Careful not to jerk Axel too quickly, I unpeel his arms and legs from the cocoon he’s created around my body. He tries to cling tighter, butluckily for me in this instance, he’s too weak. “Gare,” Axel growls with more force than I expected. “Don’t.”
But I’m already moving, shaking his grip off as gently as I can. The clock continues to tick, mocking me. I swing my legs off the bed and plant my feet firmly on the floor.
“I’m going.” Axel’s hand reaches for me, but I’m quicker. I’m across the room, rifling through the drawers to find something to wear. Anything to work off the nervous energy threatening to explode out of me.
“Garrett,” Axel repeats firmly, his voice causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. I pause, my hands pressed on the wooden surface. It reminds me of how he played the Dom for Avery and me, and I shiver at the memory. But then I remember the woman who caused him so much pain is downstairs, living her best freaking life, and the anger boils up again. Hux is down there playing his role, while I’m being told to sit and stay, teetering on the verge of a psychotic break.
Turning back, I throw my arms wide, my voice pitched unnaturally high. “I’m not an apple!” And with that, I go back to the drawers while Axel pinches the bridge of his nose. I finally tug out a pair of clean boxers, Dax's, I reckon, when a soft hand touches my back. I spin around, looking down at Avery’s large, beautiful eyes. “I know what you’re going to say,” I sigh, balling Dax’s boxers into my fists. “But I can’t just sit here. We’re supposed to be a team. We’ve always been a team.”
I implore her to see my reason, but I know it’s useless. In about ten seconds, she’ll smile sweetly and tug me back towards the bed, where I’ll be stuck in my own head all night. Her hand glides across my body, sliding over my covered abs and chest. I inhale sharply, still not used to being touched there, but it’s not as torturous as it was before. Closing my eyes, Avery’s cheek scrapes mine, her lips by my ear.
“Wear something outrageous. And I’m coming with you.” My eyes fly open and my head jerks back to see an evil smirk appear on her usually angelic face. I splutter a response, choking on a manic laugh until Avery presses her fingers to my lips. “You are not an apple. And I can’t lie here like a lemon all night either.”
“You could never be a lemon. You’re a peach,” I snort, amusing myself. Avery’s eyes twinkle with mischief, and I decide right then andthere, she’s spent far too much time with me. Avery giggles against my chest while Axel groans from the bed.
“You two are going to make matters worse,” he sighs but has already deflated back into the pillows, knowing it’s useless. I nod in earnest. That’s exactly the point. We’re going to make things so much worse—for Sharon.
