Dimitri makes a face and moves closer to me, trying to get away from Jax, who seems to be echoing every roll of his hips. Dimitri huffs and shoves Jax off him. Jax just rolls over and slips back into sleep.
I don’t want just two of them. I don’t want to leave Jax out, but I don’t want to stop either. I want them. All of them. And I know they want me. Dimitri kisses across my neck while grinding against my ass. He lifts the nightgown I put on and grabs my ass, adjusting me so his now-free cock thrusts between my thighs.
“Please,” I whimper. “I want you.”
They don’t waste any time. Knox shifts, just like I predicted, and helps guide me around his cock. I wrap my lips around him and he lets out a low groan while thrusting deeper into my mouth.
“That’s it. We have to let Jax sleep. He’s still healing,” Knox whispers.
“Keep her from being loud,” Dimitri agrees while lifting my leg, letting me stay on my side. He fills me in one frictionlessthrust and muffles his low, long moan against my shoulder. “So fucking wet.”
I want to beg them not to stop. I want to beg them to be rough. Dimitri sets a slow pace, one that keeps building and building as he rubs my clit. Knox guides my head the way he needs, choking me on his cock again and again, but never being too rough. He gently massages my breast, pinches my nipple when I suck him hard.
“Fucking perfect. Open your mouth wider for him, baby. Take him as deep as you can. Moan around his cock… yes, just like that, good girl,” Dimitri coaches me through it.
My eyes nearly roll back as I follow every command, rolling my hips to meet each of Dimitri’s rough, fast thrusts.
A soft groan draws my attention and I see Jax watching. He’s no longer behind Dimitri; he’s kneeling at the foot of the bed, savoring the view of me almost naked, fucking his two best friends.
He grins, his hand slipping into his boxers. “Best morning I’ve had in years.”
And it’ll be the first of many. I’m sure of that. Where I rotate between them, bask in their affection, their lust, and their love. It’s a life I can get used to.
Thirty-one
DIMITRI
“What are we doing at a house, Knox?” I ask. “We could be with Hope.”
“Enjoying our new morning routine?” he asks with a knowing smirk.
Yes. I am. I love that she’s so open with wanting us. We’re still gentle. I’m not willing to overwhelm her or ask her to take all of us at once, but she’s letting more and more of her inhibitions go. A mix of therapy, love, and confidence building is doing her good.
A house will not.
“Why are we here?” I press again.
A woman with a tight bun walks over, looks us over, then grins like she has everything all figured out. “I was only expecting one man, but a couple is lovely. Just what this house needs.”
Knox rests his elbow on my shoulder. “It clearly needs some lawn care.”
Knox still won’t answer me as the real estate woman tells us about the house, when it was built, the square footage, why it’s priced low—because it needs appliances and all the carpet needs to be ripped up, because the roof needs to be replaced, because it’s buy as-is no matter what an inspection says.
I’m more focused on why we’re here and why we’re getting a tour of the three bedrooms upstairs and the bathroom, why Knox is knocking on the walls in the upstairs hall, testing the banister of the stairs, and sniffing the mudroom/laundry room.
When we get to the first floor and we’re standing in the open kitchen, staring at dining room with a view of the massive living room with the open hall upstairs looming above, Knox opens the windows and lets the light in.
“I’ll let you two talk it over. I’ll be outside,” the woman says.
Knox grins. “She’ll love it. All the open light. It’s a fresh canvas. She’ll have an office to work on Daisy’s Haven, we’ll have options for rooms, even though I’m sure we’ll bring our massive bed to the master. A yard. The pool for Jaxon and his back. We canbuild our own gym in one of the rooms downstairs. It’s a house we can grow in.”
“This is insane,” I breathe. “We signed a lease for the apartment.”
“I made it month to month,” he dismisses, then looks at me. “I’ve been saving since we went pro, Dimitri. For a house, for a life. I know Jax has too. We deserve to make things permanent. We deserve forever with Hope.”
When he phrases it like that, I can see the possibilities. The sectional we’d put in the living room with a massive TV. I can see having some of the guys over from the team. Turning the backyard into a hangout spot as well.
I scratch the back of my neck. “It’s tempting.”
