Liam tangles the fingers of both my hands with his, lifting my arms above my head. My spine bows into a convex arch, bringing my tits flush with his chest. The faint smattering of his chest hair rasps against my nipples, and I squirm underneath him. Like with Jax, Liam makes love to me while his kisses probe deep, stealing the breath from my lungs. Our hands clench tighter together, and tears gather in my eyes because it’s all too much, but not enough. Again, I’m quickly brought right to the height of orgasm. It reminds me of our make-out session on the couch when he asked me if I’d ever been edged before. A gush of wetness floods out of me just thinking about it, and Liam must notice I’m soaking his cock because he groans in pleasure.
I meet his stormy gray eyes and smile up at him. As he fucks me, Liam takes his time, smoothing back my sweat-slicked hair from my face and whispering words to me that sound like Gaelic that have me swooning. I sigh blissfully when his lips press butterfly kisses against the corners of my mouth, my cheeks, and the creases of my eyes.
Just like Jax, Liam pulls out, and I look over at Keane expectantly. Jax has taken residence at the head of the bed, legs splayed and beautifully naked. My mouth literally waters at the prospect of taking his cock in my mouth as Keane or Liam fucks me from behind. But not yet.
I crawl off the bed and walk over to Keane, careful not to step on all the broken pieces of glass and splintered furniture that litter the floor.
He pops an eyebrow at me in that smug way that used to irritate the shit out of me. But now, all it does is just make me hotter for him. Keane stands still as I circle around him, my hand sliding over his smooth, silky skin as I go. The guy is fucking massive, everywhere. The teenage boys I once knew are now men. Rugged and unforgiving; their bodies are different, changed, but so damn beautiful, it’s sometimes hard to look at them.
Stopping at Keane’s back, I caress my hands down to feel every hard inch of him, and my fingertips prickle, happy to be able to touch him like this, whereas before, all they wanted to do was claw his eyes out. Needing to taste his skin, I run my tongue over the flaming phoenix on his back. My heart clenches when I see Rafe’s words, “DEATH IS ONLY THE BEGINNING,” inked at the dip of his spine. I kiss the charms on my bracelet, then lower down to the floor on my haunches, so I can get a better look at the Tinker Bell tattoo I’d caught a glimpse of right above Keane’s ankle.
You’ve always been mine… ours. Keane’s words from before.
I can feel the slight tremble in his muscles as I stand back up. My hands cup his tight, round ass and squeeze because I can’t help myself. Circling back around, I literally climb his body until I’m able to lock my legs around him and circle my arms around his neck.
“Make me yours.”
The sweetness Jax and Liam showed me—men who are cold-blooded killers—was my undoing. Just like I wanted them to, they broke me apart with their tenderness. But now it’s time to put me back together by forging me in fire.
“I need you to fuck me.”
Keane doesn’t wait for me to say it twice. With a strength I’ve never seen in a man, he lifts me up with his arms and impales me on his cock where he stands. The brutal penetration has me shouting out a “Fuck, yes!” My legs lock tight at the ankles, and I dive right in, taking his bottom lip and biting it.
“So goddamn savage,” he grunts, but I feel the curve of his lips against mine.
He clutches the globes of my ass with a forceful grip that I know will leave bruises, and my mind rejoices that I will wear his mark on my skin. We work in tandem as he pounds into me—his hands lift me up until I sit on the tip of his cock, before I use the muscles in my thighs to squeeze his waist with brute force and slam myself back down.
It’s fast and hard and exactly what I crave. Our breaths pant out as our kisses become sloppy. When I feel the orgasm rising and promising me sweet oblivion, my head falls back and my honey-brown hair cascades around us. My walls clamp down around him, and I fly apart moaning Keane’s name.
“Andie,fuck,” he rasps gutturally, shuddering wildly as he comes inside me.
The sound of his low moan sets me off again, and I climax a second time. The world tilts on its axis as he stumbles over to the bed, and we both fall onto it in a tangled mess.
With his softening cock still planted inside me, Keane and I kiss for a long time, our eyes locked on one another.
The mattress dips on my right and above us, and I twist around to bring Jax to me so I can kiss him too. Then I tilt my head to look up at where Liam is gazing at me from above. I crook my finger at him, and he flashes me a blinding smile before he bends over and slips me his tongue, kissing me languidly and with reverence.
“Thank you,” I tell them, curling up into Keane’s side and burying my nose in his neck. His arm wraps around me, holding me in place, and he presses a soft kiss to the top of my head.
My body feels purged from the demons of my past. I’m sated, exhausted, and replete. I’m at peace for the first time in my life.
But it’s only the beginning.
I give myself five minutes to enjoy the quiet of being held in Keane’s arms, and then I untangle myself from him and crawl over to Jax until I’m straddling his chest. He gives me a wicked grin, which I return happily.
“Ready for round three?”
“Angel, you won’t be able to walk a straight line once I’m done with you.”
Jax slaps my ass, the sting it causes revving me up once again. He stands up, tosses my naked body over his shoulder, and carries me out of the room and into another down the hall. I can tell it’s Keane’s immediately from the lingering scent of his cologne in the air. From there, things blur together. I lose count how many orgasms they give me, or how many times Jax, Keane, and Liam take me. Sometimes, it’s just them fucking me one at a time like before. Other times, it’s a free-for-all of four people tangled together like some erotic tangram. By the time we succumb to exhaustion, I’m sore all over, covered in a mixture of cum, and I have hickeys and bite marks everywhere. I’ve never been happier in my life.
Chapter 25
“Whose phone is that?” I mumble, my face smashed into the elbow of my arm covering my eyes.
I’m lying flat on my back, not able to move a muscle. The guys literally broke me. I groan when Liam shifts on the bed. His hand had been lazily stroking my breast. Keane is playing with my belly ring, tickling my navel with a fingertip, and Jax decided to take up residence between my thighs. He’s lying on his back and has my legs curled over his shoulders and resting on either side of his chest.
“Mine,” Liam says, reaching down to the pile of phones on the floor. Sometime during our fuckfest, Jax found the time to grab all our stuff from my old room and brought everything here.
