The moment I sank onto Declan’s erect cock, a breathy sigh escaped me, a hum of anticipation of the pleasure I knew would come. Declan’s hands found their way to my hips, and I started to rock along him, riding him slowly at first. His dark eyes were half-lidded and full of lust as they watched me grind against him, my chest heaving with each movement.
My pace began to pick up, my mouth open as hard breaths flowed out of me, but right then someone else decided to make their entrance in the room, waltzing in even though the door was closed, even though he should’ve guessed what was going on behind the closed door.
Travis, his handsome features in a scowl, his tattooed body tense. He still was in a funk after getting in a tiff with Lincoln for what Lincoln had told me earlier. I knew Travis was very possessive of me—and Lincoln’s words had freaked me out at the time—but if there was ever a time to get over it, it was now.
Now, you know, when I was currently riding Declan, both of us butt-ass naked.
Travis said nothing as he closed the door behind him, moving to the empty side of the bed. Both Declan and I stared at him, neither one of us moving a muscle. His sapphire gaze glanced to Declan, a stark color under his jet-black hair. “So what’s going on with your dad?”
Declan’s cheeks were pink; they always flushed adorably when he was embarrassed. “Do—do we have to talk about this now?” Now, when he was inside of me. Now, when he and I were naked and doing the nighttime tango…not that it was nighttime. Or that I knew how to tango.
“I guess not,” Travis muttered, running a hand through his black hair, sticking its lengths straight up. “But I really don’t want to be near Lincoln right now.”
I understood that, but still. There were literally half a dozen other rooms for Travis to sit and skulk in, but he had to choose this one? The one currently being used by two very naked and somewhat sweaty people?
“So, what?” I asked, leaning forward, setting both hands on Declan’s lower stomach. My blonde and pink hair draped around my face, and I cocked a brow. “You’re just going to sit there and watch us?” We’d slept in the same bed together, yes, and the two guys had seen each other naked, but this…this was a bit different. A bit more.
And it was ten times different than me giving Declan and Will blowjobs while the other brother watched. They were brothers. They cared about each other, loved each other fiercely. They would both do whatever it took to protect the other. Travis? Travis had fucked Declan over in more ways than one, including everything with Sabrina and choosing Sawyer’s side—at least until I came along.
Travis’s eyes slowly moved to me, taking in the way my back was curved, how my legs straddled Declan. He lingered a while on my bare chest before sluggishly lifting his gaze to mine, saying, “I don’t know.” A muscle in his jaw ticked, and he glanced at Declan, whose face was still that ridiculously cute shade of pink. “It’s one thing to know, but another thing to watch.”
“Well, if you stay here, you’re going to watch,” I told him pointblank, resisting my urge to rock along the cock still inside me. I would let Travis leave, and then Declan and I could resume what we were doing before, before we were so rudely interrupted.
Travis did not appreciate being told what to do. The look on his face turned into something of annoyance, his blue stare narrowing. “And if I want to do more?”
If…if Travis wanted to do more? What did he mean? I was rendered speechless by his comment, my mouth falling open a bit.
When the room was silent, Travis spoke, his gaze solely on my lips. “I could…perhaps overlook Declan being inside of you if I had that mouth wrapped around me.” His words, so blunt and dirty, caused my inner core to clench, and Declan let out a ragged breath, having felt my tightening.
No. Travis and Declan were enemies, pretty much. They could never both be in the same room while we were going at it.
Could they?
Finally, I found my voice, “It’s…it’s up to Declan.” I sure as hell wouldn’t make the decision. Only they knew what they were comfortable with. I would not do something that upset Declan. Travis, well…the man would be fine if he was turned away right now. This wasn’t up to me. I put this decision on their shoulders to make.
Ultimately, giving Declan the power here was the opposite of what happened before, in their past, when he had no idea what was going on behind his back. This was me giving him the reins, and what Declan did with them was up to him.
“I…” Declan swallowed, his cheeks still flushed. “I guess…I guess that’s fine.” He didn’t sound too enthusiastic, or maybe that was because he was purposefully trying to sound unsure. I knew him and Travis had kind of banded together on my behalf, but this—this was different. This wasn’t two enemies coming together for the well-being of the person they both cared for. This was two enemies coming together because both were horny and both needed to forget the events of today.
Me? Could I handle two dicks at once? I’d never had a threesome before, but you know, with all the life and death scenarios lately, I was willing to give it my all, do my best and all that.
Oh, yeah. Sure. I could do it. The question was, could they? Would they regret it in the morning? Would they look back at this moment and wish things did not progress the way they did? I guessed we’d find out.
I met Declan’s brown stare, asking quietly, “Are you sure?”
As Declan started to nod, Travis crawled to my side, sweeping the hair off my shoulder. “He said it’s fine, Ash,” he murmured, pressing his lips against my bare shoulder, causing me to shiver and rock once along the cock inside me. For his part, Declan let out a low moan. “Now, you know once I take my clothes off, you’re going to have to move.”
A warning. A warning I took inside my very soul.
Yeah, there’d be no way for him to join the current position, unless he was going to stand over Declan on the bed. I supposed he could, but it seemed a little dangerous, considering the bed would be rocking.
We’d figure it out.
Travis rolled off the bed, starting to shed his clothes piece by piece. First his shirt, revealing his toned and tattooed torso, his muscles flexing. I could’ve sworn right then and there that the tribal dragon wrapping around his left arm and shoulder looked right at me. As he worked to kick off his shoes and take off his pants, I moved off Declan, slipping him out of me.
I stared at Travis, unable to look away—because he was one sexy motherfucker—and Declan sat up beside me. Declan then did something that shocked me: he grabbed my face and kissed me hard, pulling my eyes away from Travis and putting all of my attention back to him. I’d never gotten such a fierce and passionate kiss from him before, and I knew he was probably only acting so alpha to try to rile Travis up.
Hint, it worked.
Once Travis was free of his clothes, he practically tore me away from Declan’s grasp, a look of fire in his eyes as he kissed me, trying to one-up Declan with the display of aggression. When his stolen kiss ended, I couldn’t help but grin.
This might actually be kind of fun. Like a tug of war, but with dicks.
Travis and Declan locked eyes above my head as they circled me on the bed. We were now in the center of the queen-sized bed, Travis in front of me, and Declan behind me. Both sported hard cocks, Declan’s length still covered in rubber and slick with my juices.
One thought crossed my mind, and that was: holy shit. This is really going to happen. I’m going to have a threesome. Kelsey would be jealous— But as soon as my mind went to my best friend, who I hadn’t spoken to in so long, I pushed the thought away. Now wasn’t the time to think about her. Now was the time to focus on the tattooed man in front of me and the pink-cheeked one behind me.
Travis’s gaze was solely focused on my lips, and he ran a thumb over my mouth, puckering my lips even more. Declan had both hands on my hips, moving me into position: on my hands and knees on the bed. He must’ve been kneeling behind me, for it wasn’t long before he found my entrance and pushed inside, entering me e
asily, as if he’d never left. We’d never done it doggy-style before; Declan wasn’t really into that, but I guess he’d make an exception right now.
I felt Declan filling me up, and I instantly bit back a groan when I met Travis’s blue stare. Those eyes, so blue, and yet they held a darkness that had been taught, probably bred into him, since his family was basically a murder cult.
I really shouldn’t insult his family, not while two members were downstairs. Not while they were going to help me with my psycho ex problem. A family of killers. Who knew such a thing existed?
Travis was sitting before me, his thumb on my lip, but he withdrew his hand from my face as he rose to his knees, lifting his cock and placing it right in front of my mouth. All the while we never broke eye contact, and I would’ve sworn right then and there that my heart beat a mile a minute, especially when I felt Declan make his first thrust behind me.
Fingers tangling in my hair, Travis inched his cock closer, and I stuck out a tongue, giving the head a lick. Instantly his demeanor darkened, and before I knew it, I was practically choking on his cock, Travis shoving it into my mouth with a hard thrust.
Two dicks at once. It was…a strange feeling, at first. I almost felt like I had to perform doubly hard—look sexy on my hands and knees before Declan, with a nicely-arched back, and give Travis the best blowjob of his life. But the truth? The truth was I hardly had to perform; both guys were so into me and what they were doing to me, not to mention trying to one-up each other, that they took what they wanted from me and made my body act of its own accord.
It took them a few tries, but soon enough Travis and Declan were in sync. Each time Declan thrust himself into my core, Travis withdrew his hips, and every time Travis pushed deep into my throat, Declan pulled out. A game of push and pull, with me in the middle, their hands on my hips and in my hair.
My eyes were closed as I took every bit they gave me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the guys were staring at each other over me, glaring, or if their eyes were shut, too. If they were so lost in the pleasure my body gave them that they could momentarily forget their hatred for one another.
Declan’s thrusting became harder, quicker, and I knew that meant he was about to erupt. As Travis fucked my mouth, Declan’s body tensed behind me, the hands holding onto my sides gripping me just a bit more firmly. I heard a groan from behind me, the thrusting slowing as he orgasmed.
The moment Declan started to pull out, Travis let out a long, haggard breath. The hand in my hair turned into a fist, and even though every nerve in my body was on fire from having two at once, he kept going. Harder, faster, fiercer. Travis was an animal, and I knew if he had his way I’d be chained down, tied down, restrained in some way as he had his way with me.
Travis’s chest rumbled with something that sounded like a growl, and hot, sticky cum shot down my throat. There was nothing else I could do but swallow him eagerly, every last drop that cock gave.
My eyes were slow to open as Travis pulled himself from my mouth and nearly fell backward onto the bed. I wiped the corners of my mouth to catch the extra saliva, and I met Travis’s eyes. His ass was nearly on a pillow—I had to remember not to use that pillow tonight. Don’t get me wrong, Travis was drop-dead sexy, but a sweaty ass? No, thank you.
I moved to plop down in the center of the bed, right between Travis and Declan. Declan had pulled the condom off his dick and set it on the nightstand. He’d be the one who got rid of it later, not me.
Eventually, both Travis and Declan lay beside me, one on either side. My hands rested on my flat stomach, and I glanced at them both, one after the other. “So,” I spoke slowly, “did that get your mind off things?” My lips curled into a smile; I couldn’t help it.
That was just…wow. Hot. Like, I knew I was a part of it, the middle meat of the sandwich, but I kind of wished I could’ve watched. Bet it was ridiculously hot. Flaming hot. So hot the bed was steaming.
Who knew having multiple boyfriends would be so fun?
Chapter Eight – Travis
After Will spoke to the police about his father, he came to us. Shouldn’t be a surprise to me, since he so obviously had feelings for Ash…and she felt something back. Ash cared for all of us, even if she pretended not to. Her feelings for Will were more reserved, as was whatever she felt towards Sawyer.
It was easy to pretend she didn’t care about him when he wasn’t here. I did wonder what it would be like once he returned, because he would. Sawyer would come back, and he would wreak havoc on this, on us. This strange relationship and what we’d built together.
But, alas, Sawyer was the last thing on my mind as I stared at Will from the kitchen. He, Declan, and Ash sat in the living room, while I stood near Markus and Lincoln. My brothers were bickering about what they were going to eat tonight. Lincoln wanted a fancy home-cooked meal—I wasn’t sure just who he thought would be cooking that meal, though—and Markus wanted to go pick up food. Takeout.
If I had to vote, I’d vote for takeout…and only partially because Lincoln had ticked me off earlier.
Telling Ash she’d be his perfect prey. What the fuck was he on, telling her that, even if it was true? She didn’t need to know the details of his life or what he got up to. From what I understood, he had a girlfriend, anyway—and a pregnant one at that. What was her name? Started with an S, I thought. Sara? Sofia? No.
Stella. It was Stella.
Stella, who Markus dubbed the Butcher. Apparently she fit pretty damn well into our family of psychos, so well that the family had decided not to send her off like they did most females and keep her in the house. Most women didn’t revel in the act of killing, but she did, from what I’d heard.
Ash…wasn’t like that. She wouldn’t fit in the family’s design—and the family was so old, its design flawless. There would be no changing what the family did or how things got done. The one who would have to give something up was me, but that was neither here nor now. That was a problem for future Travis and future Ash.
I was trying to listen to what Will was saying, to ignore the bickering going on behind me, but it was intensely difficult when Lincoln spoke my name, “What do you think, Travis? Think we could get your girl to cook for us tonight?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I tossed Lincoln a glare. My older brother didn’t even flinch. Honestly? I hated them being around. I needed this Ray business to be taken care of as soon as possible so they could both leave. I’d be paying the price for their aid later. Once they were gone, I would feel like I could breathe again, like I could relax.
“Good luck,” I muttered. Somehow, I didn’t see Ash as the homey type. In ten years, she wouldn’t be a housewife stuck with a kid or two. No. In ten years, she’d…well, I wasn’t quite sure where the fuck she’d be, but that wasn’t it. She wouldn’t settle down like that.
My eyes returned to her, observing her watch Will with keen interest. What if she would? What if that’s what Ash wanted? A husband, a small house with a white picket fence—was that what people wanted these days? I was so out of touch with our generation, mostly due to the family I grew up in, that I had no idea.
Just because I couldn’t picture it didn’t mean it wasn’t what she wanted, and that thought sobered me up like no other.
“Hey, Blondie,” Lincoln called out to her, moving to stand beside me as he shot me a smirk. Ash instantly turned her grey gaze toward him, and even though there was twenty feet between us and a kitchen island, I knew I could see the fire dancing in her eyes. “Want to cook us dinner tonight?”
“Shove off, Killer,” Ash shot back, sending him a frown. “We’re busy.” And then she turned her blonde and pink head, as if Lincoln didn’t exist.
I…I actually laughed at that. Just a quick, fast chuckle, but a real laugh. It was odd because I didn’t laugh. I didn’t enjoy things in life. I just went through it. The only thing I found remotely enjoyable was absolute control—having someone chained up beneath you, there really wasn’t anything like it.
I really needed to get Ash under me, using those chains. My dick got hard just thinking about it.
“Fine,” Lincoln muttered, glancing at Markus. “I guess takeout it is.”
Markus smiled. “Great. I’m feeling Chinese.” Unlike most of us, Markus didn’t hesitate to smile. He might’ve been younger than Lincoln, but he wore an air of superiority, of strength. He was the family’s right-hand man, the one who got shit done, the one everyone came to for favors. He was no simple contract killer.
Lincoln scowled, his black eyes narrowing. “Fucking Chinese. Why did I know you’d say that?”
Okay, I had to rejoin the group in the living room to keep my sanity. All of this fighting about food was giving me the urge to kill something—and I didn’t say that lightly or jokingly. I moved into the living room, folding my arms over my chest as I headed closer to the group on the couch. Will sat between Ash and Declan, probably because Will had information both Ash and Declan were curious about.
I’d admit, I was curious as well. Whatever was going on with Dean Briggs was a bit odd, and I was clueless as to what it was.
“I asked them what it was about, but they were tight-lipped,” Will said, barely glancing at me, his animosity toward me barely contained and hidden. He didn’t like me, and I wasn’t a huge fan of him. He probably hated that I’d stuck by Sawyer’s side, blamed me for everything that happened to Declan.
Okay, I might’ve been partially to blame, but that was in the past. My focus was no longer on how awful I could convince Sawyer to make Declan’s life, but on the girl on the end of the couch. On Ash. Ash was now and forever would be my primary focus and utmost concern.
“I just don’t understand what’s going on,” Declan said, staring right at his brother. Looking at them both, you could tell they were clearly related. Both had light brown hair, the same statures. Will was a bit more muscular though, and his eyes were hazel, where Declan’s were brown. Their noses, their jawlines, and even the facial expressions they wore, however, were the same. “Why would Dad mention you when I saw him?”
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