“Yeah? You want us to fuck you, baby?” I moan, my breathing labored. “Want us to coat your pretty little cunt with our cum?”
“So fucking bad. I’m dripping for you!”
“Who knew she’d have such a dirty mouth?” Haze says, his cock plunging deeper into me. Yeah, I’m gonna need him to come because I don’t think I can hold out much longer.
“Is this what you’ve been hiding from us, Babydoll? Are we your secret fantasy?”
“Uh-huh. I’ve wanted you both for y-years! Oh my God, Beau… Haze… I’m coming!”Fuck me dead.Without eventouching myself, my cock jerks, my balls tightening against Haze’s as they slap against me. A low, simmering fire ignites in my stomach, making it impossible to hold back. Hot spurts of cum coat both our bodies and I feel my every muscle drawing tighter and tighter as Haze pumps once, twice, three times before he leans in closer, filling my ass with his own release, following me over the edge.Well, that hasn’t happened in a while.
Haze holds me close, his forehead resting against mine, eyes squeezed tightly shut. He’s not ready for this moment to be over yet. Neither am I. Because… What happens now? Is this the part where she walks away, tells us she’s made a big mistake and moves on as if nothing happened between us?
My vision clears, the sound of all three of our rapid breaths echoing in the charged space around us as we slowly float back down to the present. We each share a look, Haze, Jovi and me, and for a single heartbeat, nothing else exists. Everything has changed, even if we don’t fully understand what that means yet. We don’t really know each other, not entirely. But does that even matter when you can see exactly what the other wants?
Jovi fixes her dress, smoothing the fabric down over her legs, now closed. I search her face for any sign of regret or embarrassment. Anything. I need to know what she’s thinking. I need to know if she’s reconsidering what just happened between us. I can handle it.I think.But when her hazel eyes meet mine, there’s nothing. Just that teasing smirk as she glances between the two of us, her cheeks still flushed from our shared high. I’m no mind reader, but I swear. That’s the look of a woman who wants more.
Oh, Babydoll. There’s plenty more where that came from.
Then her gaze flicks over to West and when their eyes meet, he rises silently, moving through the house door without a word, without even a backward glance. He could have left. He didn’thave to sit there and watch what we did, but he chose to anyway because he’s a greedy bastard. A smile tugs at the corners of my lips. That connection he’s denying, the one he has with our girl is still there. As the door slams behind him, he leaves us with one undeniable truth. Now that we’ve all crossed a line, there’s no going back and our lover, West, knows it. He’s holding onto his pride… for now. And when it falters, which it will, we’ll be ready. And when it does… Jovi won’t know what fucking hit her.
CHAPTER 12
WEST
HEARTBREAK AND HANDJOBS!
I need to break something.
We’ve been stuck on this island for seven fucking days. Seven days of watching them run in and out of the house like it’s some kind of tropical paradise playground. They’ve gone on boat tours around the bay, sea turtle diving, which I never expected Haze, of all people, to organize. Their laughter is everywhere, and I can’t stop the way my chest feels every time I hear it. Their bond is growing stronger with each passing day and I’m barely holding on.
I’ve tried contacting Theo, but there’s still no reception. Total horseshit. My phone is basically an ornament. It hasn’t left the dresser in our bedroom for days now, and that doesn’t sit right with me. What if something happens? We’ll have no way of contacting anyone. Or what if Theo’s tried to call me and he thinks I’m a total fucking jackass for ignoring him after everything that happened?
I’ve spent the past week pacing and moping around, walking the stretch of sand near the waterline over and over again,letting the tide lap at my feet while my mind runs wild. I could have gone with them. They’ve invited me along to every tour they’ve been on, but I turned them down. I can’t be trusted around her. Not after watching what unfolded by the pool last week. I all but had a coronary watching Jovi fuck her fingers. Haze and Beau thought they were real cool, didn’t they? They got a front row seat, knowing I was watching. I almost broke what little composure I had and punished all of them for their sheer fucking nerve. For taunting me the way they did. Beau and Haze knew exactly what they were doing. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if they planned it.
They know me inside and out, which means they know exactly how to get under my skin. Jovi is right there alongside them. She’s managed to burrow her way in, leaving me restless, watching them flirt with each other all week and imagining things I really fucking shouldn’t be. Things I can’t get out of my damn head. Her body. The way her eyes burned into me while her fingers gently circled her clit. How easily I could have walked over to where she was by the pool and tasted her arousal. Claimed her cunt right there and then, ruining every other man for her that ever dares to taste her after me. I’d have shown her what it’s like to fuck a man who knows what the hell they’re doing with their tongue. I curse myself because I can’t stop thinking about how damn effortlessly she fits into our lives.
Shit. I can’t keep doing this. I have to stop. Because… that’s exactly the problem. Nothing about this situation iseffortlessfor me. She’s not some girl I met on the street or at a bar. She’s not my girl at all. She’s my son’s.Wasmy son's—fuck! I don’t know what’s worse, being left with my own thoughts on this boring as fuck island, or knowing that the woman I can’t seem to get out of my head is sleeping across the hall from our bedroom, and nothing I do is enough to make it stop.
I’ve tossed and turned in bed for what feels like hours, every movement useless against the restless mess in my head. Sleep has abandoned me once again. There’s just too much on my mind. Haze shifts, rolling over so that his cheek rests against my bicep, pinning me in place. His slow, heavy breathing is steadier than the wind rattling against our window, grounding me even as my thoughts spin. Beau’s mumbling in his sleep, a bunch of half-formed words escaping under his breath and I can’t help the quiet chuckle that leaves my lips. Careful not to disturb either of them, I slowly ease out from beneath their warm bodies, put on a pair of jeans and grab my jacket, before padding lightly along the hallway, then down the stairs and into the kitchen.
I should be back in Blue River right now, drowning in the amount of work waiting for me. Instead, I’m pouring myself a whiskey, or something close to it, courtesy of the island. I take a slow sip, the bitter liquid sliding over my tongue, the smoky taste biting at the back of my throat. I pour another, and then another before pushing open the doors and stepping outside.
The sand is cool beneath my feet, shifting softly with every step. Above, the moon hangs high in the sky, painting the water in streaks of rippled silver, bathing the beach in a quiet, almost hypnotic glow that makes everything look serene. The air is still warm, thick with the smell of salt and humidity, but there’s a slight coolness tonight and it's enough to take the edge off this heat. A small mercy, considering it’s been hot as fucking balls since we got here.
I stop near the waterline and stare out at the endless dark, letting the gentle lap of the waves drown out my thoughts. Footsteps crunch softly behind me. I don’t turn right away. Don’t have to. It’s probably Beau or Haze, coming out to drag my ass back to bed like they always do.
“Relax, I haven’t drowned. I’ll come back to bed in a minute,” I mutter into the darkness. When there’s no response, I glanceover my shoulder and freeze. Jovi is there. Her blonde hair glistens in the moonlight, as if she just stepped out of the sea and is here to tempt me. I watch as she slowly approaches, her body bathed in silver light, highlighting every curve and delicate inch of skin. She’s wrapped in nothing but a tiny silk nightie, a blanket half draped over her shoulders, and it does little to hide her soft, bare legs. She’s going to fucking kill me.
Jovi pauses for a moment. The night air brushes over her shoulders and I watch as the blanket shifts slightly with the breeze. She tilts her head, that familiar, mischievous glint sparkling in her eyes as she gazes down at me.
“Is this seat taken?” Her voice is soft and melodic, caressing me like a whisper. More like a fucking car alarm because she shouldn’t be here and we both know it. I lift my glass just slightly in a simple gesture, inviting her to the spot on the sand beside me. She peels the blanket from around her shoulders, laying it out carefully on the sand before she settles onto it. The space between us is minimal, and I realize I’ve barely breathed since she arrived. She stares out at the ocean, taking in the midnight hues, and I know I should say something, but I decide against it.
“I owe you an apology,” she says, not once meeting my gaze. I stay still as a wave of confusion hits me, because I don’t really know what she feels the need to apologize for.
“Oh? For what?” I reply, letting the sound of the water fill the silence. She bites her lip, something she does often, I've noticed, and her shoulders tense.
“For… everything,” she admits on an exhale. “For making things messy.”
“Messy?” I repeat, letting my gaze roam over her, my brows furrowed.
