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.
Chapter 44
Ethan
Ihave no idea where this foursome is leading—the entire dynamic has escalated over the last few days. I never expected Reece in our bed, never expected Jackson tolethim in our bed.
I’m still navigating this relationship with Jax, particularly what to do with his body. I’m certain he’ll get bored with me, but I love him too much to allow that to happen.
And because I love him, I want to explore every part of him. Nothing feels off-limits, not to me. I hold back because I refuse to fuck this up. I refuse to trigger anything that’ll hurt him and possibly cause me to lose him.
Now, we have another dick in the mix, and I’m no longer the other slice of bread in the Aurora sandwich. I’m pressed to Jackson, which I have no problem with. It’s only awkward because…I don’t know if we’re at therub your cock through my ass crackstage yet. Or ever will be.
