Jace is on his knees, kneeling before me, his broad shoulders locked tight, and it’s obvious he's working overtime not to let his gaze fall south.
I wrap the scarf around his head, using it as a makeshift blindfold, because out of everything that’s about to happen, he’ll hate not being able to watch it unfold the most—besides, an eye for an eye and all that shit.
Once the blindfold is in place, I stand back, taking in the sight of him. “Stay,” I order, before walking toward Colton. I look over and see the devilish grin plastered to Roman's face, and it’s the fuel I need to keep going.
He knows what this is to me, that this moment is where I get to take back the control they had taken from me back in October.
Colton’s forest-green eyes are unlike any other color I have ever seen. You can always tell what he's thinking just by looking in them, and right now, he's both petrified and aroused.
“You left me there,” I say, a statement, not a question. He knows that he fucked up, and he doesn't even bother denying it.
“I did.Wedid,” he says in answer. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, Bailey,” he says, his voice ragged and clogged with emotion, and I push away the heartfelt ache that always surfaces whenever I’m around him. He reaches for me, but I flatten my palm against his bare, tattooed chest, feeling his heartbeat thrum beneath my skin.
“No,” I mutter, pushing my shoulders back. “Not now.”
“But bab?—”
“I’m not your fucking baby,” I snap, before walking over to where Jace is kneeling. I spin on my heels and face Colton, now standing across the room from me. “Take off your pants,” I command, and his eyes widen. “Did I fucking stutter, Hayes? Take. Off. Your. Pants.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen Colton move so fast in my life. He rushes to remove his sweats and instinctively tries to cover his cock. He has an erection, so his hands hide fuck all. He spares a glance toward Roman, who’s grinning from ear to ear, and I shoot him a death glare that has the smirk flying completely off his pretty, smug face.
“Kneel, Colton,” I say, and he lowers himself onto his knees, still trying to hide his length. Every single one of us in this room has seen it, buthe’s holding it because his control is compromised, and while I’m sure he’s used to it by now with the guys, I have taken him by surprise. “Now, crawl to me.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JACE
Holy fucking shit.
I feel like I have died and gone to heaven. Not only did I wake up to the most incredible fucking sounds I have ever heard in my life, coming from Bailey’s bedroom, but I also walked in on Roman feasting on her pussy like she was a five-course meal.
I can’t see a fucking thing, and the irony of this moment isn’t lost on me.
This is the part where Bailey shows us who calls the shots, and my dick is fucking aching, straining against my sweats at the thought.
“Crawl to me,” she orders Cole,and my jaw all but unhinges because oh, my fucking God. Bailey is going to be our undoing, and she knows it.
The sound of Cole crawling across the hardwood does things to my weeping cock, and she knows she’s fucking won already because not being able to see it is the definition of torture.
The floorboards creak with movement, and I think she may be circling us. I’m sure we look pathetic as all shit on our knees for her, and I’ve got to say, I’m not usually the one on the receiving end, but hey, the girl gets what she wants.
“Seeing you both on your knees for me is making me wet,” she says, her voice all seductive and dominant, and my dick twitches with every fucking word.
“Roman, do you want to taste what they do to me?” she calls out, and goddammit that’s hot.
“I will do whatever it is you ask, Harlequin.” Roman’s low, lust-drunk voice crashes over my body, and the thought of not being able to watch him devour our woman is total bullshit, but I don’t dare say anything for fear that I will miss out on whatever it is she has planned for us.
“Roman, come here,” she says, and I block out all my other senses to try to focus on every sound that has me on the edge of my proverbial seat.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, and I hold back the chuckle rising in my throat at his submission. Roman is a bigfucking guy. He’s six feet four, has a body most people would die for, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of him. Both he and Colton are the only things, aside from Bailey, that matter to me, and the fact that we’re all in the same room together like this might literally make me pass away.
“Does this mouth want a taste?” she asks, and the corner of my lips tilt into a half smile, knowing exactly what Roman is like and what’s about to go down. Our girl is ready to play.
“More than anything,” he says in answer, and I realize he’s on his knees beside Cole.
Fuck me, this is hot.
The soft sound of footsteps approaching has me overcome with anticipation, and when I sense her presence near me, pre-cum drips from the tip of my dick, aching for whatever Bailey wants to give to me.
“Tell me you’re mine,” she says, but it’s Roman who speaks.
