Their feelings are too.
I broke their hearts, and they were left to pick up the pieces without my help.
They broke my heart, but they're here trying to do better and offer me a soft place to land should I need it.
All of those things can be true at the same time. It doesn't erase the hurt they caused or the damage I left in my wake years ago that have led us here. Because they coexist in the four of us, it has only emphasized my empathy.
"Violet, my love," Jamie drawls, drawing me out of my head. "I want you to take Nate's shirt off."
My fingers tremble and thankfully Nate helps me. Inch after inch I uncover his muscled stomach and wide chest. He has more body hair than my other two men, but I love it. I love how different all three of them are. Which is why I leave Nate's hair in a bun and always pull Jamie's ponytail out.
"Good. Now lift off him so Ellis can remove his jeans."
"Fuck yeah," Ellis hoots and dives behind me to tug his partner's pants off.
I smile, happy to have Ellis here to lighten the mood. He scrambles back to Jamie with Nate's clothes and socks in his hands like they're a prize. I giggle and wait for Jamie's next command.
"Nate," Jamie rumbles. I swear I hear Nate moan in response. "Undress her."
"With pleasure." Eyes like molten lava, Nate takes my sweatshirt, tank top, and sports bra off in one swoop. "Mmm," he groans, throwing the pile off to the side.
Without warning, my big man wraps his hands around my waist and pulls my chest to his mouth. His beard tickles the entirety of my right boob as he sucks the hardened peak into his mouth.
"Nate!" I cry, bucking my hips only to make contact with his stomach instead of what I really want. "Jamie?" Panting, I plead with my boyfriend to let my ex do dirty things to me.
Voice thick with need, Jamie tells Nate to stop and take my pants off. To my surprise, Nate does as he's told with no hesitation. I doubt he will allow himself to be told what to do in the bedroom more than a handful of times, so I'll just enjoy the respect his giving to Jamie's dominance.
Hoisted to my feet, Nate peels my leggings and panties off. A condom hits me in the thigh as Nate guides me back onto his lap.
"Oops, sorry," Ellis whispers, cheeks pink with embarrassment.
Nate chuckles and smirks. "Thank you, darling."
My pussy flutters at the endearing way he talks to Ellis. When I glance over at the helpful man, I love seeing how locked in on us he is. His eyes don't stay in one spot—he's loving all of it. My tits, the way Nate's stomach ripples, and how his cock bobs against my pussy as I settle against him.
"Rub yourself on him, Violet. Good," Jamie praises and my eyes roll back a little. "Pinch her little nipples. Start soft, then harder."
"Oh shit," I squeal and dig my nails into Nate's broad shoulders. He twists and plucks my nipples every time the head of his cock glides across my slick clit.
"Jamie," Nate grits out. It sounds like he's warning him.
"Nate," I whimper, leaning forward. "I can feel you pulsing."
"Stop," Jamie barks. Pouting, I force my hips to pause while I glare at Jamie. The asshole just grins and glances to the side. Fluid leaks out of me in a rush right as I realize Ellis is stroking his cock.
"Is this okay, Bubbles?"
Nodding frantically, I'm entranced by the way El's hand glides up and down his shaft easily. Precum glistens at the tip, and my mouth waters.
"I'll fuck your mouth again soon, V," Ellis promises with a sultry wink that has me biting my lip to keep myself from begging.
This may be about the four of us, but Nate and I are coming together for the first time. I need to focus on Nate. Which he makes incredibly fucking easy when he notches his cock at my entrance and thrusts into me.
My breath catches and I choke, not having realized he had put his condom on.When did Jamie tell him to do that?Doesn't matter, he's topping from the bottom so fucking hard right now and my goodness it feels like I'm a live wire ready to explode.
"So tight, baby," Nate comments, still holding my tits in his hands. Every so often he pinches them, making me writhe. I'm nothing but pliant in his greedy grip, enjoying the ease with which he lifts me on his lap over and over again. I arch and ache for more each time the hairs on his thighs tickle my back hole.
"Alright, enough," Jamie grunts, making Nate slow. "Violet's leading now. My love," Jamie calls to me, and I blink at him a little sad he made Nate stop. "Ride him how you like it. I want you to rub your clit and enjoy what he's offering you, okay?"
