My bound hands try to reach for the bun Jax has his hair pulled into, but I’m just out of reach, the tips of my fingers brushing his scalp instead. I feel him chuckle on my clit before he sucks it into his mouth, forcing me to groan around Nick’s length.
My back arches off the table. Nick takes a step back and grabs me by the back of my neck. I’m at his mercy as he pulls me over to my side. I barely have my forearm under me before he nudges my mouth around his cock again, and I hungrily oblige.
I bob and slurp, savoring the minuscule bit of control he’s giving me now that I’m sitting up. My thighs clench around Jax’shead. I’m one moment from losing it, one moment from coming on his tongue and choking on Nick until he spills down my throat.
I’ve never felt so wanted, and it’s turning me nearly delirious with happiness.
“Shit, Juniper. Fuck?—”
His fingers tighten in my hair. He holds me steady. Jax’s fingers dig into my thighs so I don’t crawl away, and as I reach my own climax, Nick staggers and floods my mouth.
I hum and groan around him, muscles jerking and shaking. Jax’s smile spreads against my pussy. He licks me as I swallow Nick’s cum.
Does he…does he taste like cinnamon?
Dear god, I’m hallucinating now.
Nick hangs his head and releases his grip on my hair. He pulls out of my mouth, breathing heavily. I watch him return his pants to his waist, and he settles onto the table beside me once Jax has me sitting up straight again, my thighs back on the table.
Jax takes my legs into his hands and begins massaging my calves. Nick reaches beneath my chin, turns my head to his, and kisses me softly. The gentle embrace calms my racing heart, and nearly makes me forget how flimsy my muscles feel.
“You did amazing, angel,” he whispers. “So fucking amazing.”
“We’re just getting started, too,” Jax says, kissing the arch on my foot.
I lean my head on Nick’s shoulder. Jax reaches for my hands to untie the garland, and I start to laugh.
“I’m missing something,” Jax says.
“What is it?” Nick asks me.
“I was just thinking about having to clean this place again. Pretty sure this table and that stool should be burned.”
They chuckle.
“We’ll take care of it,” Jax says.
Nick kisses me on the forehead. “And then we’ll go sit on the road downtown and look at the lights.”
“Food?” I ask, suddenly starving.
“Anything our girl wants,” Jax promises.
Chapter 20
North
Juniper’s home is humming with the chill of Friday morning.
She didn’t make it to see the lights downtown. By the time Blaze and I finished sorting out the bar, she’d fallen asleep on the same table we fucked her on. I picked her up and carried her home, leaving Blaze to close up, turn the camera back on, and walk Pack home.
Poor dog is probably scarred for life after watching the three of us last night.
After we laid her safely in her bed, Blaze and I went back out. Usually on the eve of the festival, we help the townsfolk decorate with the same twig ornaments, icicle drops, and shell spirals we once filled villages with. We typically do it overnight, feeding into the magic of the day when no one can explain where they came from.
Wemayhave went a little overboard this year.
Getting back into Juniper’s house around six, we checked on her, but let her sleep. Neither of us need much sleep, so while Blaze is taking Pack for a short walk around the block, I’m making coffee.
