Elliott groaned, his head tipping back against the couch, one arm draped over the back while the other gently stroked Jackie’s hair. I couldn’t resist joining her, kneeling at her side, pressing a kiss to the base of his shaft before licking a stripe up the side.
“Fuck,” he groaned, glancing down, his eyes wild and dark.
I let go of Jack as he moved behind Jackie. He got onto his knees, and his hands slid down her hips, his chest almost pressed to her back. He turned slightly, whispering something into her ear. She nodded, and a moment later, he was guiding himself into her from behind.
She gasped around Elliott’s cock, the sound muffled and desperate, and he growled at the sensation. Jack’s hands gripped her hips firmly, pulling her back against him with slow thrusts, his gaze flicking to me, filled with passion and heat.
Jackie’s moans deepened, and I gasped when Jack’s hand cupped my wet spot, sliding a finger in as he pounded into Jackie.
We were a tangle of limbs, of mouths and hands and breath.
All of us connected, all of us surrendering, piece by piece.
11
Jackie
Jack was pounding into me like he meant it—like I wasn’t something fragile or broken, but someone whoneededit like this. Someone who could take it.
And I did.
I braced my hands against the couch cushion, my body jolting with every thrust as he held me tight by the hips, slamming into me with that delicious rhythm that made my eyes roll back. My body was already shaking, slick and greedy, each thrust driving me higher.
But it wasn’t just the sensation.
It was the defiance.
I didn’t want pity. I didn’t want softness. I didn’t want anyone to look at me like I’d shatter if they touched me wrong. Not tonight—not ever again.
I wanted to be fucked mercilessly, thoroughly, until I couldn’t think.
Jack shifted behind me, his breath hot against my back as he leaned forward. One hand slid from my hip and came up across my chest, grazing my collarbone before moving higher. My heart jumped before his fingers wrapped gently around my throat, not squeezing, just holding firmly.
My breath hitched and my body melted instantly. I could’ve sobbed from the release of it, from the way my body surged toward the edge like it had been waitingjustfor that.
Jack growled low, pulling me tighter, his other hand gripping my hip hard.
I moaned loudly, shamelessly, but something pulled my attention from across the room.
Elliott.
He was with Hana now, her body folded beneath him, his thrusts deep and slow. I loved watching every second of it.
But his eyes weren’t on her—they were on me.
And even from here, I could see it, that flicker of hesitation, that familiar edge of worry.
He didn’t look angry. Instead, he looked like he was thinking maybe Jack had gone too far. Like maybeIdidn’t know what I wanted.
Our eyes locked for a moment, and I tried to say it with my expression—I’m okay. I want this.
But deep down, I knew this wasn’t just about Jack. It was abouthim.
Michael.
The way he’d used control to hurt, not to love. The way he’d ignored my safe word. The way he made everything feel like it was my fault.
And now, even though Iwantedthis…I saw Elliott still struggling.
