“Haze…” Beau breathes out.
“I know, babe,” I reassure him quietly, because I can hear the nervousness in his voice. I glance over at him and smile. He’s probably thinking he’s died and gone to heaven right now because the woman of our dreams is right here, watching me fist our hard cocks. And the best part? She fucking likes it. “Why don’t you sit down over here, baby?” I say, my gaze now locked on our girl. After a beat, she closes her eyes and mumbles something unintelligible under her breath before she does as she’s told. Well, I didn’t think we’d get this far, but here we fucking are. I won’t complain about it because, fuck… It's her.
“Tell me, Jovi,” I murmur, my voice low, letting the tension hang in the air around us as she walks over. Beau’s jaw slackens, his eyes widening in disbelief and he leans further back against the pool’s edge, watching Jovi close the distance between us.She perches herself on the pool’s steps beside Beau and me and I’ll be damned. She’s so close I could reach out and touch her if I wanted. And fuck, part of me wants to. Her feet skim the water, sending little ripples that catch the morning sunlight and it’s almost cruel how fucking beautiful she is right now. She’s wearing a short summer dress dotted with a bunch of little white daisies, looking every bit like the angel she really isn’t. No. She’s far from innocent. Either that, or she’s the world’s best actress. I highly doubt she's acting, though. Jovi has never been the type to pretend. She’s always been unapologetically herself and that’s one of the reasons we liked—like her.And Beau, well, he’s borderline obsessed.
“Do you like what you see?” Beau’s legs grip tighter around me, as if he’s bracing himself for her rejection. I remove my hand from his shoulder, down to his chest, gently placing my palm over his racing heart.
I've got you, babe.
Jovi’s eyes bounce between mine and Beau’s before returning to where our bodies meet. She nods in response.
“Baby, I'm gonna need to hear you say the words,” I murmur, needing to coax her out of her comfortable little shell.
“Y-yes,” she says, her voice soft and delicate, like a fucking songbird.
“Yes, what?” I add, because she needs to know who she's dealing with.
“Yes, Haze. I-I like what I see.” Beau’s cock jerks when she says my name and fuck, I get it. I don't think I've ever heard her say it before now. And God, I want to hear her scream it when I fuck her perfect little ass.
“Good girl.” She blinks, lashes fluttering with my words, and a slow smile curls across my face.
“Did you see that, Beau, baby?” I tease, and he looks to me, then back to Jovi, a little confused. Before he speaks, I continue.“Our girl likes a little praise. Don't you, Jovi?” The look on her face right now is fucking mesmerizing. Heat pricks her cheeks and she looks like she doesn't know whether she wants to dive in the middle of Beau and me or run for the fucking hills.
I vote for the first option.
“Tell us what you want to see, baby. Stop hiding from us. It's just us here. No one else,” I say, still lazily stroking our erections. Beau shoots me a look that warns me not to scare her off, but I won't. I shoot him one that tells him to relax because he really fucking needs to.
“I want…” I give her a minute. She has the floor right now and there's no fucking way I'm interrupting. Jovi is about to tell us what she wants to see the most and goddamn, I might be having a stroke. Here I am silently conveying to Beau to chill the fuck out, when I'm over here just as… Well, I don't know what I am. I'm going to go with ‘overly excited’. “I want to watch you…” She pauses, and when she doesn't say anything, I decide to help her out a little.
“You want me to fuck him, Princess?” I say, my tone knowing and teasing. “You want to watch me take his ass?” Her lips part slightly before her wide eyes meet mine. She nods. “Use your words, baby.”
“Uhh...” She clears her throat. “Yes. I want to watch you…fuck.”
“What do you say, Beau? Think we can give our girl what she wants?”
“Fuck yes,” he says, looking all fragile and cute with that awestruck stare he's got going on.
“What are you going to give us for it?” I ask, which causes Beau’s body to stiffen. Jovi might be all in to watch, but I want to see just how far she's willing to go, how much she's willing to give. I'm curious. Just when I think she's going to bail, she quirks a brow. That innocent, invisible mask she was wearingis completely thrown to the fucking wayside as she squares me with a determined look.Atta girl.
“What do you want, Haze?” Her voice is a little more sure than before and fuck if it doesn't make my balls ache. This woman is going to ruin me, I know it.
“Well, fair’s fair. You’ve seen us, now it's your turn.” I wait for her to shut me down. To back out of whatever trance we’re in because I know I'm walking a fucking tight rope when it comes to her. I also know that the guys won't ever forgive me if I fuck this up. I'm running on nothing but pure instinct right now, and I pray to the fucking sea it doesn't backfire.
“You want me to show you…something?” Jovi finally says, her confidence rising to the surface. Before I can respond, she leans back, then ever so slowly, she parts her legs, lifting her dress, her fingers moving tentatively across her skin. Jovi is fucking teasing us and she knows it and fuck if she isn’t hot right now. Then, I’m met with the most exquisite, mouth-watering view of her white lace panties.
Kill. Me. Dead.
Her pussy is visible through the intricate, sheer fabric, and I audibly gulp. My mouth is suddenly dry as fuck, and I am not so sure Beau is even breathing. My eyes drag from the spot between her parted thighs, and up to meet her eyes. She’s staring down at Beau and me, nothing but fierce determination etched across her beautiful face. Like she’s silently daring us to test her. To see how far she’s willing to go. Hell, I’m not backing down. She’s going to have to put her money where her mouth is and show us just how bold she really is, because Beau and I don’t do anything halfway. We thrive on fire and on heat, and the air between us is fucking simmering right now.Your move, Princess.
“Well?” she says, her voice all seductive and mocking as she trails a hand across her chest, down her stomach, then to her lace covered pussy, Beau and my eyes glued to each of herunhurried movements. She starts gliding her fingers up and down the fabric, and a whimper escapes me despite myself. Not sure where that came from, but I’m too far gone to care. “Are you going to give me a show, or am I the only player in this game?”
CHAPTER 11
BEAU
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