“Haze, baby.” I don’t need to say anything else. He knows exactly what I want. Haze has always been the best at reading people, even more so at reading me. Sometimes I think he knows me better than I know myself. I gesture to one of the candles, and he moves instantly, crossing the room without a word. Theflame flickers as he lifts it, casting shadows along our bodies before settling at my side.
The soft glow covers her skin, and fuck, she looks like a fucking dream like this. Like an angel who’s fallen from grace for just one reckless dance with the devil. She’s naked, save for her lace panties, and I love how patiently she waits for us to make her ours.
I glance back at Haze, his eyes fixed on Jovi’s body, and I hold back the laugh that threatens to escape. They want her, and they didn’t even fucking hesitate to make it known to me either. I was an idiot to think this wouldn’t eventually happen. My guys don’t love easily, especially not Haze. I should have known better than to think this would pass. The feeling I see written across his face as he looks at our girl, because it’s obvious that what he feels is more than just a crush, as he’d called it. He’s falling for her, if he hasn’t already, and Beau, well… He’s open about almost everything, and he’s already told me he’s in love with her. Said he doesn’t think he stopped, even after all the years between who they were then and who they are now.
“I want you to let go for me, Jovi,” I say, my voice softening without losing its authority. I climb onto the bed behind her, the mattress dipping beneath my weight, then pull my t-shirt over my head. “This is where you stop fighting and forget about the chaos waiting for you outside this room,” I murmur, leaning in close, letting the heat of my body press into hers. Her scent hits me like a hit of cocaine. Honeysuckle and coconut tangled with salt and jasmine, and it’s impossible to think of anything else than what her pussy will taste like when she sits on my face.
Drunk on her sweet, floral scent, I brush my lips lightly along her ear, tracing the sensitive flesh of her lobe with deliberate intent, letting her feel just how fucking wild she makes me. She’s captured all my damn attention, and I’m lost for how I'm supposed to let her go.
“This is where you let us take care of you, baby.” My voice drops to a whisper, humming against her soft skin, and I press my nose into the crook of her neck, letting my voice drench her senses. Her breath stutters, and she leans back, offering herself to me. I drop my hands to the tie around her wrists, bending the rules for a brief moment, then move them to the front of her body and re-tie them. I lay her down on the mattress, then look over to see that my guys are impossibly hard, their eyes burning into the woman on our bed while they try their best not to touch themselves. They wouldn’t dare to without my permission.
“Are you ready, Jovi?” I murmur, and she hums in response. Good enough for me. I glance at Beau. His eyes wide, his hair-tie long gone as his hair falls to his shoulders. Fuck, this man is beautiful. Everything about him makes me weak, and I don’t know how I got so lucky. “Beau? I want your mouth on her. Taste our pretty cunt for me, baby.”
“Yes, Sir,” he answers, voice rough and tight with anticipation. Haze and I watch as Beau drops to his knees, hands moving along the curve of her hips, then brushing over the fabric of her panties. His fingers find the lacy waistband, teasing the skin beneath the elastic a little, his eyes glued to her every movement. With a smirk, he pulls them down over her hips, and she writhes under his gentle, teasing touch. His eyes widen, the flames from the candles dancing in them as he slowly spreads her knees further apart, opening her for him. He leans in closer, brushing his lips against the hollow of her knee, then trails a path upward, kissing along the inside of her thighs until he reaches her cunt. She’s fucking dripping. He glides his tongue along her slit, and the growl that escapes his lips has my own cock weeping. I shift off the bed and kick off my jeans. I don’t want anything in the way of this.
“Do you like the way his tongue feels tasting your pussy?” I murmur, palming my aching cock as I stand back and watch Beau make our girl feel good.
“Yes! Beau, your tongue feels incredible eating me. I need more, baby. Please.” She reaches out and grips his hair, her bound wrists aren't enough to hold her back from our guy.
“You're such a greedy fucking slut, aren't you, Trouble?”
“Oh, God!”Her voice is jagged as her breaths grow uneven, and I take the candle from Haze, my fingers brushing against his slightly as heat starts to seep into my palm. “Haze. Get on the bed. I want you to fuck her mouth while Beau fucks her pussy.” Three whimpers at once. That has to be a record. Beau leans back and then gets to his feet, reaching out to grip her hips. He pulls her closer to him until she’s hanging off the bed a little, making it easier for him to fuck her. Haze is beside her in seconds, on his knees and hovering above Jovi's head. His eyes flick to mine and I nod, letting go of the control because I know they need this.
“You want me to fuck your mouth, Princess?” His voice lights Jovi on fire, and she nods eagerly, her mouth opening on a gasp when Beau slides his cock along her pussy.
“Haze. I want to taste you. Please.”
“I'm gonna make this so good for you, baby,” Haze says, reaching out to sit her up. He fists her hair and lines her up with his cock, ramrod straight in her face. Haze calling a womanbabywas not something I ever thought I'd hear, but I guess we're doing this.
“You're soaking fucking wet, Babydoll!” Beau breathes out, his brows dipping as he coats his cock in her arousal. Fuck this is perfect. Watching my guys lose themselves to this woman…damn.
“Open up for me, Princess,” Haze says, and she does. He brings her closer, gently brushing his cock against her lips beforehe slides inside her mouth. Haze has a big dick, a little bigger than Beau’s, and watching Jovi take him to the back of her throat is fucking heaven. She doesn't even gag as he starts to thrust, fucking her mouth like this will be the last time it happens. Will it be the last time? I don't want it to be. I mean… How can anyone let this woman go? I curse myself for even thinking that, because those thoughts only lead me back to visions of her and my son together, and if we're doing this? I can't picture her with anyone else but me and my guys. What kind of an asshole am I for being jealous of my own goddamn son? There's something wrong with me.
“Jovi, Babydoll, I'm gonna need you to relax for me,” Beau says, slowly nudging his cock inside her. “God, you're so fucking tight!” She moans around Haze’s length, but there aren't any signs of discomfort as she bobs her head up and down. Haze’s hands are in her hair, and he dips his head back, eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure she's giving him. His lips part as he gives in to her, and when Beau is fully seated inside, he grips her hips and starts to fuck her. Slowly at first, before his movements grow wilder and wilder.
Haze lifts his head, glancing over to me, and the corners of my lips are tilted into a smile. His eyes don't leave mine as Jovi sucks him, and when I nod, he pulls out, gently resting her head back on the mattress. Good boy.
“I want you to let go, baby. I want you to surrender yourself fully to us.” I murmur, and she moans when Beau slows his pace.
“I-I do. I submit. I want to feel everything. Please. I just want you to make me feel good. I want you to feel good taking me. Please, Daddy. Make me yours.” I fucking growl as I round the bed and settle in beside Haze.
“You sure about that?” I reply, and I watch, fucking captivated by the way she squirms beneath Beau’s hold. “Lettinggo might sting a little.” Her breath catches when Beau steps back completely, probably realizing what's about to happen.
“Ugh. I don't care. I want you to hurt me. I want you all to mark me. To claim me as yours in every fucking way. I want to walk away from here with your memory written across my skin for all time,” her pulse starts to skyrocket as she lays herself bare for us. She wants us. For now. For always. But she's letting us decide. “You want me to mark you, Jovi?” I growl, my voice edged with heat. Her mind is racing. I can tell by the way she shifts beneath the candlelight. But I can't give her this without knowing fully she's prepared to let go. This will only work if she does. Every inhale she takes is ours. Mine, Beau’s and Haze’s, and I want her leaving this fucking house knowing that.
“Yes. Do it.Please…” I press in closer.
“Pleasure and pain… they're separated by a razor thin line, baby. Can you handle that?”
“Yes!” I look over at Beau, and he nods before slamming inside her. Her back arches, her lips parting as Beau fucks her.Hard.Haze moves in, gently pinning her shoulders to the bed, then reaching down to twist her nipples. “Fuck! Oh my God!”
“He's not here, Princess,” Haze mutters. And just when she's almost ready to come, I tilt the candle, letting the wax drip slowly across her skin. She flinches at first, the heat sharp enough to startle her, but when Beau fucks into her deeper, wilder, she’s fucking screaming. I watch as her muscles tighten, watch as Haze pinches her nipples between his fingertips, then, when she climbs higher and higher, I tilt the candle again, this time letting wax drip across her stomach.
“Oh! Fuck yes! More! I need more!” Her cries are filled with urgency, completely unrestrained, and they're like a fucking song to the three men hovering above her. I leap off the bed and set the candle down on the dresser, then I turn, picking the chair I'd been sitting in moments ago up off the floor, and settingit upright. I drag it across the wooden floor, the scrape of legs against the floorboards cutting through the sound of raging wind still rattling the walls, and I position it in the center of the room. I look over to see that Beau has stopped, probably wondering what the fuck I'm doing.
“Jovi. Come.” Haze springs from the bed, and Beau follows, helping Jovi, still blindfolded, to her feet. Their hands guide her carefully, shifting her weight and turning her until she's facing the chair. I take a seat, watching the way Beau helps her settle on top of me, and the gasp that leaves her pretty, freshly fucked lips makes my balls throb. I untie her wrists, then take off her blind fold, and when she blinks up at me, something shifts inside me. My chest tightens and I feel like I might stop breathing. My cock twitches against her bare pussy, and I know she felt that.
“I want you, West. Don't take this away from me. I'm all in.” Haze moves around to our left, while Beau settles in the spot on the opposite side.
