I lean into Zane, savoring the steady warmth of him behind me, the easy weight of Axl on the other side. When Zane rises, I follow his movement with a soft sigh, letting him take our empty plates to the kitchen.
“Wait. What the fuck. Do you guys hear that?” Axl blurts out, slapping a hand over Phoenix’s quiet strumming, muting his strings. The sudden silence makes the faint sound even more pronounced.
“Hear what?” Phoenix asks, tilting his head, and we follow the noise toward the kitchen, our footsteps soft on the warm, wooden floor. We pause in the archway, our eyes locked on Zane, and my stomach flips.Oh, boy.
I completely forgot.
I’d gotten so caught up in everything that happened outside earlier that this had totally slipped my mind.
“What the fuck are you staring at?” Zane says, a puzzled frown knitting his brow. He moves from the island bench to the cupboard, sliding the clean dishes into place, and I try and fail to hide the smirk tugging at my lips. With each step he takes, the tiny bells jingle softly, and I have to bite my tongue to prevent myself from blowing my cover.
“There it is again? Do you hear it? Do we have a fucking cat nobody told me about?” Axl says, and Phoenix walks over to where Zane is, listening intently for the jingle. I slowly back away, and they follow, my chest tightening with the effort to keep my mouth shut, while the softJingle Jingle Jinglepunctuates Zane’s movements. Axl and Phoenix exchange glances, thenZane takes another cautious step. The bell tinks again and before it gets the better of Phoenix, he turns on Zane. My eyes widen when he starts searching Zane’s body, roaming through his clothes to find the exact source of the noise.
I cover my mouth to keep from cracking up, and when he pulls Zane’s pants all the way down, Phoenix pauses before dissolving into a fit of laughter. Axl’s gaze sweeps over Zane with exaggerated focus before finally spotting the two tiny bells looped around his pierced dick. He bursts out laughing, leaning against the island counter and bending over to hold his stomach.
Zane’s flustered glare sweeps over us before slowly settling his eyes on me…not the others.
“Oh, my fucking God!” Phoenix says, trying to catch a breath.
“Ha! Look! Baby, Zane has a Jingle Bell Cock!” Axl is hysterical, and with each of Zane’s movements, the bell’s persistent tinkling has us completely losing it.
“Who is responsible for this?” Zane says, not sounding pleased in the slightest. None of us answers, and I try to gain as much of my strength back from giggling way too hard, and disappear into the living room, not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.
“Oh, you think you’re real funny, don’t you, Little Doll,” Zane says, stepping into the living room and circling the couch where I am sitting. I bury myself behind as many cushions as I can before he grips myankle and pulls me halfway off the couch in one swift tug.
“What are you doing?!” I blurt out, feigning concern, and my heart rate skyrockets when his hands slide over me, gripping my ass before effortlessly lifting me into his arms. He pivots, hoisting me up over his shoulder like I’m some kind of rag doll, and bolts up the stairs out of reach of the only two people who could possibly save me right now.
“ZANE! I swear to God. Put me down!” I shout in between bursts of laughter, because I can still hear the tinkling of the little bells ringing as he moves. He must realize why I’m laughing, because he slaps my ass cheek.Hard.A high-pitched squeal escapes me from the shock of the delicious sting, and I am so completely helpless as he hauls me across our bedroom, then tosses me onto the bed.
“Not another word,” he seethes, towering over me, wearing an expression that could only be described as molten. He reaches out to grip my knees, then spreads them apart with a gentle yet dominant force. His dark gaze drags over my body, widening when he notices that I'm not wearing any underwear. My pussy is on full display for him, and the growl that tumbles from his lips sends a shiver straight through me.
My breath catches when he leans in closer, stealing every coherent thought I had left, and when Phoenix and Axl finally burst through the door, it's too late for them to save me. Their jaws are practically on the flooras they take in the sight of me sprawled on the bed before Zane, whose face is so close to my pussy that I can feel the warmth of his breath brushing over me.
“How long has your pretty pussy been wet for me, Little Doll?” he asks, before his tongue darts out and slowly ghosts a warm, wet trail over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, then moves to do the same on the other side. He’s so fucking close to where I need to feel him, but not close enough.Zane is such a damn tease.
When I don't answer, he reaches out and takes hold of my hips, pulling me closer to the edge of the mattress. He straightens, then starts to undress, revealing the hard lines of his biceps, and the dark, intricate ink I can’t get enough of winding across his torso. I can't stop my gaze from looking down at his huge, heavy dick. It’s standing to attention, long and hard, and I know better than to comment on the new additions to his Jacob's ladder. He turns toward the guys, gesturing lazily to his shaft.
“Take 'em off,” he orders. Axl immediately drops into a crouch in front of Zane, then starts to remove my bell masterpiece. Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. Once Axl is done, the party pooper turns back to face me. I go absolutely still when he leans over the bed, bracing his solid, muscular arms on either side of my body. His large frame cages me in like a lion closing in on its prey, and the heat of him makes it hard to draw a full breath. The look in his eyes tells me that I’m in all sorts of fucking trouble, but the way he brushes his cockagainst my pussy says that I’m about to receive my favorite kind of punishment.
“You’ve been a naughty, naughty girl, Shiloh Fox,” he growls, brushing his nose along my jaw, before dragging it up to my ear. “You think you’re hilarious, don’t you?” he murmurs, his lips barely grazing me. His fingers slip between my thighs, tracing slow, teasing patterns over my sensitive skin, and I arch against him, desperate to feel more. His fingers explore my pussy with lingering, teasing strokes, gliding through my arousal before slowly circling my clit, making my breath hitch. “You want me, baby?” he says, his voice low and rough, vibrating against my ear.
“Yes, Daddy. I want you so bad,” I whimper, and his dark brown eyes are almost black as he gazes down at me, his fingers barely touching my throbbing clit. I’m so fucking ready for him, it isn’t funny. I bite my lip to hide the moan slipping past at the same time as he plunges two fingers inside me.“Oh, fffuck!”I cry as he starts pumping them in and out of my pussy, making every nerve in my body ache with the need for all of them to fill me.
“Yeah, you like that, baby? You like it when I fuck your wet cunt with my fingers?” Before I can respond, he leans in closer, and I don’t miss that gleam in his eyes that promises he’s not done teasing me yet, and when he pulls away abruptly,I could fucking kill him.
“Well, that’s too bad. You have to fucking earn it,”he says, infuriatingly smug, before turning and pressing a kiss on Phoenix’s lips.
The audacity.
I rise up to my knees, figuring two can play at that game, and when my eyes meet Axl’s, I don’t have to say a word. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, and heat coils in my core, tightening with anticipation. The mattress dips underneath his weight as he climbs onto the bed, then leans in to capture my lips in a teasing, possessive kiss.
“Wanna show them how it’s done, angel?” he murmurs, pressing his palm to my cheek. I can feel the spark of challenge in his touch, daring me to get on board. My fingers tangle in his hair as I move into him, needing to be closer, though I let him guide the pace.
Axl is the submissive type and is proud of it. He bends over for Zane in all kinds of ways, and we’re all here for it. Axl loves being Zane’s little pet, but I know that there’s a side to Axl he hasn’t dared let out, and right now, neither one of us wants to be gentle.
“Let’s give them a show.”
I reach out and start unbuttoning his shirt with trembling fingers, our lips meeting in a frantic kiss. He shrugs off his shirt and tosses it to the floor at the others’ feet, not once breaking our connection. He pulls away for a brief moment, gripping my wrists and raising my arms above my head to remove my shirt. Within seconds, we're a tangled mess of moans and limbs fueled by nothing more than burning hot desire.
