A soft touch grazes my sac, and my dick jolts. Devilish green eyes lock with mine, his lips curling into that crooked grin I can’t resist. He cups and rolls my balls, and I clench my jaw.
“Jax…” I warn, barely hanging on.
Aurora moans, her pussy fluttering and hips rocking. Jackson never stops working my balls as he preps her, occasionally sliding up to trace where she and I are joined before returning to torment me.
“For fuck’s sake.” My voice is thick with lust, my body aching for release. “You two are going to make me come before we even get started.”
“Please, Jax,” Aurora begs. “I’m ready. I want you both.”
He removes his hand from my balls, giving me a momentary reprieve. I tighten my hold on her hips and still her movements.He gets into position behind her, clasps her shoulders, and eases forward with excruciating slowness.
The pressure of his cock through the thin barrier separating us increases, and I grit my teeth to stop from rutting into Aurora and coming.
Her mouth falls open, her breath hitching. “Oh God,” she whimpers. “So full.”
Shockwaves of ecstasy race through my veins, tingling my fingertips. No matter how many times we’ve fucked, it’s always mind-blowing. Aurora’s wet heat gripping me while Jackson’s hard length slides along mine doubles the friction, the sensation, the pleasure. The three of us coming together as one is unlike anything I’ve ever felt—sexual or otherwise.
“Fuck, I love this,” Jax groans, his hips flush with her ass. “So fucking good.”
We remain still, giving her time to adjust. He cups her breasts, pinches her nipples, and kisses her neck while I circle her clit.
Her face is a portrait of desire—eyes glazed, bottom lip caught between her teeth. “Move. Please.” She writhes her hips.
We establish a rhythm—I thrust up and he pulls back. He pushes in and I withdraw.
“Such a good girl.” Her seductive moans and the drag of his cock along mine have my balls hugging my shaft already, no thanks to them edging me. “Taking both our cocks so fucking well.”
Our bodies reach a fever pitch, racing toward release—then the door opens, and Reece slips into the dim room.
Jesus, fuck, will I ever get to come?
My rhythm falters. Jax freezes. Aurora gasps, her walls clenching around us. Reece comes to a standstill, mouth agape, eyes wide with shock. What did he think we were doing in here? And why hasn’t he left yet?
His expression flickers from surprise to confusion to something darker. His brows furrow, and he stares, his hungry gaze drinking in the sight of Aurora naked between us.
Jackson recovers first, his cock buried deep and throbbing with mine. “Jesus, it’s not like you haven’t seen us together before. Pull up a chair, man,” he barks, but there’s no bite behind it.
“What’s up?” I manage to shake off the awkwardness, my voice strained from the effort of holding still.
Not moving from the doorway, Reece clears his throat. “The ICU is crawling with LAPD.”
“That’s it?” Jax flexes his hips. “Shit, Viking. This meeting could’ve been an email.”
I ignore his snark. “My uncles?” My tone is harsher than intended, my restraint collapsing by the second.
Reece shifts his weight and avoids direct eye contact. “Dropped ’em off and came here just in case. They’re worried about the twins.”
“Fuck,” I curse. Looks like we’re cutting this fuckfest short.
“In or out, Viking?” Jackson rolls his hips again. “We need about two minutes.”
Aurora whimpers. I shoot Jax a glare, and he gives me that shit-eating grin.
Reece’s gaze snaps to our girl, the conflict in his stare undeniable, his jaw clenched so tight, the muscle bulges.
His Adam’s apple bobs. His hand goes to the doorknob but hovers.
“Fuck it.” He throws his arms in the air, steps farther into the room, and stalks to the leather armchair tucked in the corner.
