I quickly step inside, motioning behind me. “You may want to handle that,” I tell Keane, and walk past both men, straight into the living room where I know a bottle of Jameson is waiting at the wet bar.If ever there was a night to drink myself into a coma, I think, finding what I’m looking for. My hands shake as I open the Irish whiskey and take it straight from the bottle. It burns like fire down my esophagus, warming me instantly.
Just as I’m about to guzzle the entire contents, inked fingers wrap around the neck and pull the bottle away from me. Jax takes a slow swig and gives it back. We both stare at one another for a long beat.
“Where?” I ask, sliding my free hand around his jaw to cup his face. My fingers brush the sides of his glasses before I remove them and place them gently on the wet bar.
His green eyes heat as he takes my hand and moves it down his shoulder until I can feel the gauze of a bandage. I put the whiskey down and use two hands to carefully push up the sleeve of his shirt, then press gentle kisses all around the bandage that covers up most of a skull tattoo.
My emotions are all over the place, so it doesn’t surprise me when I feel a trail of wetness trace down my cheek. Crying is a weakness that your enemies can exploit, but I don’t stop them. I let my tears tell Jax everything that I can’t say out loud.
“How the fuck did you get onto the property without being detected?” Keane half shouts as he enters the room, then stops short when he sees the wetness brimming my eyes. “Come here,” he issues, and I immediately obey without argument, slipping into his open embrace and breathing a sigh of relief when those hard, tattooed arms wrap around me.
“Are you hurt?” he asks, pressing my face to nestle in the crook of his neck.
My heart hurts, but that isn’t what he’s asking. I shake my head no. “Rafe,” I whisper, and Keane’s arms tighten around me.
I’m thankful when he doesn’t harangue me with any more questions and just holds me until my tears dry. I feel the heat of Jax come up behind me, then his nose buries into my hair at the crown of my head.
“You smell like pot,” I tell him, and his lips curve.
My desire to talk to them, which is why I came here in the first place, turns into another type of need as my senses begin to thrum from being sandwiched between their two rock-hard bodies. I’ve been on an emotional roller coaster of fear and rage for the past six hours, worrying about Rafe, while also devising Julio and Alejandro’s deaths. But I can’t stop the inappropriate and very dirty thoughts from rising up in my subconscious right now. My body also remembers, all too clearly, how good it felt with Keane’s tongue in my pussy as he ate me out while Jax tongue-fucked my mouth. I want to feel that again. Ineedto feel that again. I need them to help me forget, if only for a short while.
Leaning back into Jax, I meet Keane’s penetrating hazel eyes. Reaching behind me, I slide my hand around Jax’s ass and pull him closer. Keane, at first, looks at me with confusion, then with surprise.
“Andie, you don’t—”
“Shh,” I hush him, touching his mouth with my fingertip as I lower to my knees in front of him. Keane may call me a princess, but these men are my kings. And tonight, two of them could’ve been taken away from me. I came home hating them. Wanting to take them down along with Max for their role in Kellan’s death. But that’s no longer true. These savage men are mine, just as they claim I’m theirs, and I’m not going to waste any more time fighting my fucked-up feelings about it. This is one battle I’ll gladly lose.
Using deft fingers, I slowly unsnap the button of his jeans. He makes a throaty hum when I take his zipper between my teeth and pull it down to free his already hard dick from its confines. I love that Keane goes commando, making my job of worshipping his cock much easier.
With raised eyes, I turn my head to look up at my Reaper. “Jax?”
He answers me by dropping to the floor and pulling me back by the throat. “Looks like that pretty mouth has already been claimed tonight,” he says, noticing Liam’s bite on my lower lip. Jax punishes me with his own branding kiss before he lets me go. “Now be a good girl and wrap those pouty lips around Keane’s cock while I make you come.”
Fuck, yes. I return my attention to Keane, circling his throbbing shaft with one hand. I’m barely able to reach around his thick girth, and my pussy clenches in expectation of having this massive thing shoved deep inside of her.
Jax wastes no time and pushes under the elastic waistband of my leggings, going straight for my clit. When he scissors the tiny nub between his fingers, I rumble a long moan as I leisurely glide my tongue up the vein on the underside of Keane’s cock. The salty, musky taste of him is as addictive as what Jax is doing to me with his hand.
My body becomes one, giant sensory organ as I experience every touch, taste, and sound of the two men on either side of me. As Jax’s fingers slick through my arousal, I mold my lips around Keane’s tip, tonguing the slit with the precum leaking out. Keane’s hand delves into my hair, and he fists my ponytail but doesn’t take over. He shouldn’t need to. I plan on deep-throating him until I gag and can’t breathe. One thing I got very good at when I was with Rafe was giving head. A wave of sadness washes over me when I think about my ex, and I mentally lock it down. Once he recovers—I refuse to think of any other outcome other than that one—I plan to lock us in a room and fuck the daylights out of him. Rafe and I have a lot of lost time to make up for.
“He’s not leaving us,” Keane murmurs, looking down at me with a fierce resolve, somehow knowing exactly where my mind has wandered.
I know Keane is still livid with Rafe for what he did, but I also know how much they love one another. It’s an unbreakable bond of friendship and brotherhood forged by the dangerous life they’ve shared.
I take Keane to the back of my throat, swallowing thickly and breathing through my nose. Massaging the skin at the base of his cock with my thumb, I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks as I suck, while simultaneously jacking him off.
“Goddamn, Andie,” he groans, his fist tightening in my hair to the point of pain.
Jax’s mouth goes to my neck, lightly biting, as he inserts two fingers inside me. He pumps them in and out, curling his fingers in a way that rakes across my G-spot and has me shuddering. His other hand drags up under my shirt where he fondles my nipple. He alternates between flicking and tugging at the tight bud before he soothes the ache by caressing my breast with his palm.
The three of us soon devolve into one synchronized mass of hedonism. I’m able to undo Jax’s pants and take him in my right hand. I need him with me and Keane, wanting to feel them both come in me and on me at the same time. The wet sounds my mouth and my pussy fill the room, along with our grunts and moans. Tears leak from my eyes, but this time, they’re from the overload of pleasure I’m experiencing. Everything coils sharply, building and building in my core and at the base of my spine, as my hips take over and ride Jax’s hand. Keane’s cock thickens and jerks in my mouth, while Jax’s pulses against my palm, telling me they’re close as well.
Keane takes over, holding my head steady so he can thrust inside my mouth, desperately chasing his orgasm. Just as my muscles lock and my body bows tight, an explosion ripples through me as I come hard with a long cry. Seconds later, Keane is coming down my throat, followed closely by Jax groaning my name as his release paints my buttocks and pours over my hand.
My eyes flutter closed, and I sigh lustily, sinking into a blissful, sated mess in Jax’s arms. Warm, soft lips tenderly kiss me. I blink my eyes open to find Keane kneeling on the floor with me and Jax.
“Ours,” he says, kissing me just as carnally as what he and Jax did to me mere seconds ago.
“Yours,” I whisper back, accepting my fate. No more running away and no more fighting the inevitable.
