Just One More (Just Us Series Book 2)

by Roxanne Riley

  Still glued to my mouth, Darren helps me step out of them and hitches my legs around his waist, lifting me like I’m weightless. I feel the brush of Ivan’s hand against my ass as he reaches under me to tug down Ivan’s zipper.

  It takes a little finagling, but he and Myles wrestle Darren’s pants off, and I feel his waiting erection pressed against my wet heat. He finally lays me down on the couch, pulling off his shirt and reaching for the box of condoms. “You couldn’t have set her down when we were trying to help you get your fucking pants off?” Ivan grumbles.

  I blush and giggle. Ivan and Myles strip off their own clothes and condoms are passed around. I feel a brief flash of guilt for what we’re about to do to my brother’s couch, but I’m sure he and his girlfriends have gotten up to plenty of their own shenanigans here.

  Ugh. Don’t want to think about that, that’s a sure way to kill the mood.

  Darren lays on the couch and I straddle him, grabbing his dick and guiding it slowly into my pussy. Ivan kneels behind me, Myles behind him, and while I’m riding Darren’s cock, Ivan is working his lubed-up fingers into my ass to prepare me for his cock while Myles does the same thing to him.

  It feels good to give in, to abandon my inhibitions and be truly, unabashedly myself in front of them. The freedom of giving in to our raw, animal passions just makes it more satisfying.

  When I’m fully prepped, Ivan grips my hips firmly, keeping me in place before he slides his cock into my ass. I moan, taking a moment to get accustomed to the new sensation, and I feel his fingers dig deeper into my skin as he lets out a groan. When Myles gives a sharp thrust, bucking into Ivan and driving him into me, the game is back on.

  I ride Darren’s cock while Ivan fucks me in the ass and the pleasure is almost more than I can stand. I lose track of when one orgasm starts and the next begins, fluttering waves of bliss coursing through me again and again. Until a new sensation coils inside me and suddenly washes over me like a fucking hurricane.

  I don’t know if I scream or gasp, I think I faint, but all I know is that I’m engulfed in the most divine pleasure I’ve ever felt. It seeps into my bones, my muscles, every nerve ending is alight and I feel like I’m floating.

  When I’m back on Earth, Darren’s chest is heaving as he comes down from his own climax and it sounds like Ivan and Myles aren’t far behind.

  When they’ve finished, the three toss out their condoms, and I make a mental note to take out the trash before Gavin comes home.

  Although a little mental scarring only seems fair, with all the nights I’ve heard the racket from his room…

  “So,” I say, breaking a long silence, “Where do we go from here?”

  The question could mean a million things, but Ivan just smiles. “Wherever we want to,” he says simply.

  Epilogue

  Jessie

  Three months later

  “So what, is your brother behind you with the moving van?” Darren asks, taking the suitcase from my hands and peering around me.

  “Nope, that’s it. Well, ok, there’s a box of some refrigerated stuff he’s gonna bring over tomorrow, but this is everything,” I say, gesturing around.

  “…You’re kidding, right?” Myles asks.

  “I told you guys I didn’t need help moving my stuff!” I say, passing him one of my three tote bags.

  The bags, the box Gavin will be bringing later, and the suitcase contain all of my possessions. Since we obviously didn’t have much in the way of space or privacy at Gavin’s apartment, they’d spent relatively little time there, so they clearly hadn’t seen that the entirety of my worldly possessions fit pretty easily in my brother’s living room.

  I’d finally saved enough to get a place of my own, but the three of them had scoffed and said that there was no point in moving now when I’d inevitably be moving in with them a few months down the line.

  I mean, they were right, but it was still presumptuous.

  “So what, the rest of your stuff is in a storage shed or something?” Ivan asks.

  “Nope. This is really it. I used to have more, clothes especially, but a lot of my stuff got, uh, bartered, back in Seattle.”

  As we’ve gotten to know each other, I’ve filled my boyfriends in on the details of my not-so-pretty past. But they loved me just the same. My past doesn’t matter to them any more than theirs matter to me. All we care about is the future together.

  We’ve moved fast, but the reality is, when you know…you know.

  “We took the whole day off to help you move, and it only took thirty seconds,” Darren marvels.

  “I told you!” I repeat.

  “Well…” Ivan grabs me around the waist and tugs me to him. “That just means we have the whole day, we’ve got you all to ourselves…”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah, shut up and take your pants off,” I quip.

  All three of them laugh and we scamper upstairs, pinching and groping and pausing to kiss along the way indiscriminately.

  No matter who I touch, it’s a man I love, and they all love each other, and even as things get hot and heavy, I can’t help but marvel at the beauty of that.

  We make it to bed, clothes abandoned piece by piece and scattered all over the stairs and the floor, and we fall in a tangled heap.

  I lose track of who I’m kissing, who I’m touching, whose body is whose, and lose myself in the pleasure of our love, pure and raw.

  Stubble scrapes my skin as someone ventures lower, parting my thighs and flicking their tongue between my folds. I immediately recognize Myles and his long, languid strokes, like he has to explore and taste every last inch of me. I hear Ivan gasp and groan and let my eyes flutter open to enjoy the show.

  While Myles is busy between my thighs, Darren has Ivan pinned to his chest, his arm coiled around Ivan’s waist and his hand wrapped around Ivan’s cock, jerking him off.

  Things go oddly quiet for a brief few minutes, the silence broken only by Ivan’s and my cries of pleasure and the soft, wet sounds of Myles eating me out.

  Everything but the feelings of bliss rippling through me melts away and I feel myself tipping. Pleasure crests inside me and I’m struck by a rough, screaming orgasm that shakes me to my core.

  When I come to, there’s some shuffling of positions, and condoms and lube are brought out. I watch as Darren dribbles lube into his hand and slides a slipper finger into Ivan’s ass. Ivan lets out a sharp hiss of pleasure and Myles and I both remain absorbed in the show as Darren starts to work another finger inside and pump them in and out.

  After working him for a while, Darren lathers his cock in lube and positions himself on his back before tugging Ivan onto his lap and working his cock into position. I kneel beside them both and wrap my hand around Ivan’s dick as he starts bouncing on Darren’s.

  “You think you can ride us both, baby?” he asks, panting.

  I grin. “Yee-haw.”

  He laughs. “Hop on, cowgirl.”

  After I roll a condom down his hard length, Myles helps me balance so I can straddle Ivan, sandwiching him between myself and Darren. I reach down and give his cock a few more strokes before positioning the head at my dripping entrance.

  With careful balance and Myles to help, I impale myself on Ivan’s cock, burying him deep inside me while Darren is deep inside him. And though it’s a little rough at first, we manage to fall into a rhythm together.

  I hear the tear of a foil packet behind me and the click of the bottle of lube being opened, and then I feel Myles’ gentle finger probing at my rear entrance.

  I let myself relax and he pushes a lubed finger into my ass, quickly matching the rest of the rhythm going on and pumping the finger in and out. After a few minutes of this, he ads another, then another, prepping me for his massive prick.

  When he deems me ready, I still my gyrations and my lovers beneath me pause as well, and I feel the slick head of his erection in position. He enters me slowly, gently, and I breathe deep and relax.

  There’s alw
ays just a moment of weirdness before I adjust and the fun begins. It’s short-lived today as Darren resumes his eager thrusts, driving Ivan up into my cunt.

  And so the four of us find a rhythm again, Ivan and Myles filling me up in a way that sends me to cloud nine.

  We move in sync, the harmony between us shining through in the movements of our bodies. The pleasure is overwhelming, and it’s only amplified by this sense of rightness.

  Since I’ve met the three of them, it’s been the first time in my life I truly felt at home in my own skin. It was like I’d found the place, the people, that were made just for me, and that sense of belonging was what made me sure that I had found my soulmates.

  I lose count of how many times they make me cum before each of them is spent, but I know that they wring every last drop of pleasure they can from my body until I’m nothing but a satisfied, worn-out ragdoll.

  And I love it.

  After, the four of us lay cuddled in a heap in bed, naked and tangled up in each other. I’m absently running my fingers through Myles’ hair, my nails lightly scratching his scalp. “Would it be crazy for me to ask you guys to marry me?” I ask drowsily.

  “No,” Myles says, at the same time Darren answers: “That is the absolute laziest proposal I have ever heard in my life, woman, and our answer is yes.”

  I laugh as Ivan interjects. “Hey, hey, you do not speak for all of us,” he tells Darren, then turns to me, “Personally, I think I’m gonna need a little more romance than that. I’m more than just a piece of meat, you know,” he drapes his hand dramatically over his chest, as if I’ve wounded him.

  “Oh, I promise, there’ll be rose petals and a string quartet for the real thing,” I reassure him, teasing.

  “That’s more like it,” he bends and brushes his lips over mine.

  “We’ll help you pick out a nice diamond for him,” Darren quips.

  “Maybe a princess cut?” Myles shoots back.

  Ivan tries to ignore their banter, but my giggles break our kiss, forcing him to pull back.

  “How about we pick out a ring for Jessie instead?” he suggests.

  “I can live with that,” Myles agrees.

  “That is the laziest proposal I have ever heard in my life, gentlemen,” I quip, parroting Darren’s words, “But my answer is yes.”

  The End

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  Keep reading for a special inside look into Just This Once, featuring Max’s (and now Jessie’s) friend Lacey and her HOT love story!

  Special Inside Look into Just This Once!

  Chapter One

  Lacey

  My best friend greets me at the baggage claim of the airport with all of the deranged excitement of a cocaine-fueled squirrel. She pounces on me, nearly toppling me over, and her squeal of excitement leaves my ears ringing.

  We haven’t seen each other in close to a year now, and I know Max (short for Maxine) has missed me. And frankly, it’s my own fault I haven’t come to visit. “Max, you’re crushing me,” I wheeze, wriggling in her embrace and trying to blow a handful of her brown curls away from my face.

  “Suck it up,” she replies cheerfully, “The price of staying at Chez Maxine is the destruction of your ribcage.”

  I manage a weak chuckle despite her vice-grip, and briefly wonder about punctured lungs. But she finally releases me and looks me up and down fully. “Holy shit, girl, you look amazing!”

  “Yeah, well, stress diet,” I say with a small smile.

  Max frowns. “Did you manage to find a place before you left?”

  I nod. “I found a cheap month-to-month place for now.”

  She makes a face. “Sounds skeevy.”

  “Better than the alternative,” I sigh, snagging my bag off the carousel, “I can’t afford to keep staying in hotels, and all of the apartments in my price range seem to have no vacancies.”

  “You could move out here with me,” she cajoles, grabbing my bag from me and leading me outside.

  I snort. “Like I could afford it, it’s ten times more expensive to live out here, even if I am splitting with you.”

  “You could find a job that actually uses your degree instead of wasting your talents,” she shoots back.

  I hold my hands up placatingly, laughing. “Ok, ok, I’ll think about it, I promise.”

  She tosses my bag in the trunk and we get into the car. “But seriously, are you holding up ok?” she asks.

  I nod firmly. “Good riddance to bad rubbish.”

  “And everything else? No more headaches, no more dizzy spells?” she looks at me worriedly.

  “Not for a while, no,” I say.

  I find myself subconsciously reaching for a spot on the back of my head. Carefully concealed under the top layer, there’s a spot where my blonde hair is only about an inch and a half long, in the places around the scar where it actually grew back.

  Max reaches over and pats my leg. "Don't worry," she says, "By the time I'm done with you, you won't even remember his name."

  "Whose name?" I ask, a smile beginning to curl the edges of my lips.

  "Attagirl!" Max crows.

  I grin, but the truth is that I've barely given any thought to The Asshole since The Incident. It was freeing to be rid of him.

  But being single again had me thinking about… Him.

  Adam.

  My "One that got away."

  Adam Olsen had been my high school sweetheart, but then he had gotten an incredible scholarship at a school I couldn't afford, and being split across the country had ruined us.

  But I'd never really moved on. I had tried, but no one compared. And so I had ended up in a string of awful relationships, with the latest being the worst.

  I don't know how to share my heart with anyone else when he still has a hold on it.

  "Earth to Lacey," Max chants, startling me from my brooding thoughts, "You alive in there?"

  I blink and smile. "Yeah, sorry, just zoned. Guess the jet lag is hitting me."

  "Well, we'll just have to pump you full of caffeine, then!" Max quips cheerfully, "Because there is no stopping us today."

  "There's never any stopping you," I shoot back, half laughing and half groaning at her energy.

  But true to her threats, she pumps me full of energy drink and the two of us spend the day on a mad tear through town. Manicures, pedicures, and Max drags me through a dozen or so of her favorite shops.

  By the time I collapse onto her fold-out couch, I'm so exhausted I'm sure I'm going to crash immediately, but my brain stubbornly refuses to shut off.

  My thoughts are drawn right back to Adam, and I think back to the last day I ever saw him, a week after I turned eighteen and the day before he left for school.

  "Come with me tomorrow," he whispers against my lips.

  I'm straddling him, our shirts abandoned somewhere on the stairs and my pants tossed aside somewhere else. My dad said he wouldn’t be home until later tonight, and we have the whole house to ourselves.

  “What?” I laugh, kissing him again, “I can’t do that.”

  “Why not?” he asks, pulling his face from mine and looking into my eyes, “Lace, I can take care of you. You know that.”

  A heady swirl of emotions surges through me and I slide off of him. All I want is to run away with him, to hand myself over to him completely, and that terrifies me.

  I know I can’t. I have to be more than just his girl, I have to have a life of my own. And to me, that means my own job and my own education. But the lure of running away with him is heady, with the alternative being a semester of basics and panicking over my “undeclared” major.

  I’ve been crying myself to sleep for over a month, at war with myself. I wonder if my head and my heart will ever be o
n speaking terms again.

  No matter what I choose, I lose.

  “I’m not just gonna come be your little housewife while you actually make something of yourself,” I reply, the words coming out harsher than I mean them to.

  “That’s not what I meant-” he protests, sitting up.

  “Then what did you mean? I can’t afford the schools out there,” I fold my arms across my chest, “You’re asking me to give up any kind of a future of my own.”

  He sighs, “You’re right. It’s not fair for me to ask you that.”

  Tears sting my eyes and I look away from him, not wanting him to see. But he knows me too well. He comes over to me and pulls me into his arms. “Shit, Lace, I’m sorry, please don’t cry. We’re going to make this work,” he strokes my hair, trying to comfort me, “I’m coming to visit you over Thanksgiving, and we’re both flying home for Christmas, it’s going to be fine.”

  “I want to go with you,” I admit, “I want to give up everything and just let you be my future. But we both know better.”

  I lean my head against his chest, listening to the thrum of his heartbeat. “It’s just four years,” he murmurs, “We can do this.”

  I nod, then look up at him. “I love you,” I whisper.

  “Love you, too,” he says, smiling that crooked grin that makes my heart stop.

  I stand on tiptoe to kiss him, and we melt into each other, falling back into my bed and shedding the last of our clothes. Somehow in the madness, Adam rolls on a condom before pinning me down and moving into me.

  I cling to him, my legs around his waist. It feels like I can’t pull him close enough, and he sinks deeper and deeper into me with every thrust. His teeth find my lower lip and he bites down, and that little flash of pain brings out something feral in me.

  My nails sink into his back, and I tear my mouth from his to trail kisses along his jaw until I reach his neck and bite down.

  The scrape of my teeth on his flesh makes him let out a growl of pleasure and he slams into me harder. Our lovemaking becomes rough, animal, like we’re desperate to leave our marks on each other.