“Hmmm…I’ve been craving this all day,” I murmur, giving in to him as he starts to move my hips back and forth, hitting a spot so deep inside me that I’m not even sure if I’m breathing. Beau and West continue thrusting, their hands caressing my body andthreading through the strands of my hair. I look up when I hear them kissing, moaning into each other’s mouths.
“You’re such a good girl for us, Jovi,” Haze chokes out, and I continue to ride him even faster than before. This feeling… I don't ever want it to stop.
“You want me to come on your cock while my fists fuck our guys?” I tease, my breathing labored as I pick up the pace, chasing my orgasm like it’s a fucking race to the finish line.
“God, baby. You fucking know I do.” Haze looks absolutely ravenous. Watching me pleasure West and Beau while we fuck. It’s honestly so perfect.
“Do you hear that?” Beau says, now completely still in my hand, and I look over and notice the confusion flickering across his features. I slow to a stop, much to Haze’s disappointment, my breathing uneven as my every sense snaps to attention. A faint, unfamiliar engine noise cuts over the sounds of ragged breaths, and it's only getting louder with each passing second.
“Is that a fucking helicopter? I swear to God, if it’s the fucking news—”. He doesn’t even finish his sentence before he’s sprinting up the stairs. We’re right behind him because if they're doing a live report, we’ll be giving them a whole other type of show. This house has windows for walls. I race to my room and rummage through my dresser, searching for something passable to wear that covers up any evidence of what we were just doing. The last thing any of us needs is to be known around town for looking freshly fucked and cock drunk on live TV.
I rush into the bathroom and stare at my reflection in the mirror, and it's like I’m seeing myself for the first time. My hair is wild, my cheeks are flushed, and my eyes have a smile of their own. I look like I’ve been fucking but there's not much I can do about that. Everything about the woman staring back at me is different. I mean, I'm still me. But in so many ways, I'm not. I'mhappy. Was I happy before? Of course I was. But this is a whole other level and I have them to thank for that.
I wrestle one of my summer dresses the right way around and slide it on, tugging it into place. I run my fingers through my hair, an attempt at making it look somewhat presentable, and aggressively spray on some deodorant because, well, let’s be honest, everyone knows what sex smells like. The deep, rhythmic thrum grows obnoxiously louder, roaring somewhere above the house.
Yep, definitely a helicopter.
The windows rattle as we hurry back down the stairs, and I glance over to see that the guys didn’t bother to put on t-shirts. How typical. West is in his usual dark pair of blue jeans, and Haze and Beau are in baggy sweatpants, completely unbothered. Like some half-dressed, tattooed wolf pack, and I’m standing right in the damn middle of it.
“How's my hair?” Beau says, and Haze shoves him a little because of course that's what he's most worried about. “Guys, I'm serious?” Ignoring him, Haze opens the front door and we follow close behind, West’s fingers brush against mine as we stand on the front porch of the house.
I blink.
And blink.
Because I don't think I'm seeing things correctly.
There's a huge fucking helicopter in the driveway, and standing beside it is… My chest knots and my heart flies straight to my throat as Phoenix, Axl, Zane and Shiloh step down from the helicopter. One by one I watch as their boots hit the ground with a thud. The rotors thunder overhead, whipping sand and loose gravel into the air, drowning out the sound of my erratic heartbeat. I don't think I'm registering any of it, because right behind them is Theo Carrington.
The air in my lungs vanishes, and the world starts to tilt. I can feel the moment West sees him too because his body stiffens beside me, his shoulders growing rigid, and his fingers that were just brushing my hand disappear like they were never really there.
Theo doesn't know about them. Beau and Haze. The fact that they've been in a secret relationship for years and all of that is about to come to a screaming halt because there is no way any of us can get out of it now. He also doesn't know that I've spent the past two weeks living it up with them. His father… fucking hell.
I mean, technically, we didn't come together, but that doesn't take away from how incriminating this looks. None of them have shirts on for Christ’s sake. The second we make eye contact, my chest feels like it's about to crack open from sheer panic. Is this it? Is it over before we ever truly began? West might have been all in moments ago, but with Theo standing there, looking back at us with a mix of confusion and realization plastered to his face, I'm not so sure. He's the most irrational guy I've ever known. I feel a heavy, sick sense of despair settle in my gut.
When my eyes meet Shiloh’s, the recognition is instantaneous. She immediately launches into full damage control and I love her for that. I force as muchcasualas I can into my stance, trying to pretend that everything is fine, to fix this before it explodes, even though my brain is all over the place and there's really nothing I can do now.
Shiloh breaks away from the others and all but runs toward me, her arms outstretched. I can't move, I can't even react as she throws her arms around my body, hugging me tightly. Her energy feels like a fucking life raft.
“Jovi! I was so worried about you!” she blurts, her raspy voice muffled against my shoulder. “We heard about the hurricane and when I couldn't reach you I—” she pulls back just enough to look at me, her blue eyes wide, telling me a hundred thingswithout saying what she's really saying. “I called the cruise line and I threatened the living shit out of them. I had to see for myself that you were safe.” I can feel the panic in her ease slightly, replaced with bittersweet relief. Not so much for me. I feel like I'm going to die. Shiloh’s grip loosens, but I can still feel the tremor in her arms. I swallow hard, tasting the metallic tang of fear, panic and sadness as my brothers walk closer to stand beside Shiloh.
“Hey man,” Axl says, reaching out to shake Beau and Haze’s hands. “How’s it going?” Phoenix and Zane follow suit, and when their eyes meet West’s, the looks on their faces make me want to hide and never show my face again.
“Carrington,” Zane says, holding out a hand to greet him. West takes it, nodding slightly, and I see how my brothers thought West was all business, because right now, he's standing there like we're all in trouble for something. It's us, West. We're the ones in trouble.
“Hey kiddo,” Axl says, walking around the others to give me a hug. “Glad you didn't die.”
“Oh, I kinda wish I did,” I whisper, and he smirks knowingly at me.
“Someone’s been a little naughty,” he whispers back, but Shiloh hears him and slaps his arm. “What?!” She shoots him a death glare that is so unbelievably Shiloh, and I silently thank her for having my back, even when it comes to my brothers.
“Let's go inside,” West says, but his eyes are on Theo, standing behind my best friend, his face devoid of emotion. I didn't see it before, but he and West are a little alike in the feelings department. Everyone nods, and I turn, walking into the house wishing I could run upstairs and hide. But I can't. It's all or nothing. And I meant it when I said that I was all in. Which means, we're doing this. I just wish it wasn't like this.
We're sitting in the kitchen watching Beau make drinks at the large island bench. Theo’s leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and I don't know why but Shiloh is hovering around him, chatting with him every now and then. Did I miss something? Since when were they on talking terms? I mean, I don't care. I'm just curious. Five minutes ago she was ready to stick pins into a Theo Carrington voodoo doll for the way things went down between us. Though, if I'm being honest, I'm kind of glad she's being a buffer, without her, he'd just be standing there stewing and not saying a damn word. Probably growing angrier by the second. Would I blame him if he did? Not really. But it's more complicated than that.
Once we've all settled in, our drinks in hand, Beau drops into the seat beside Haze and I look anywhere but at my guys. My brothers, Zane and Shiloh broke into a huge story about how they'd heard about the hurricane, and that's when Shiloh told them in detail about the cruise. They hit the panic button, and immediately sprung into rescue mode, which is both embarrassing and sweet all at the same time. I'd forgotten that Zane has a helicopter license, which is random as fuck, but apparently useful. Still, they could've just paid someone, but they're known for their flair, I guess.
When the conversation fades, it's West who speaks first. He hasn't said much this entire time and I won't lie and say that I'm not nervous.
