by Rose, Callie
I’ve gotten good at dressing and undressing myself one-handed, but I’m not as practiced at doing it to someone else. But his fingers move quickly to help me, and the two of us get his zipper down before shoving his pants and boxer briefs down around his hips too. Theo yanks off his bowtie and makes quick work of the buttons on his white shirt, shrugging out of the shirt and jacket in one go.
His pants aren’t all the way off, but it’s good enough. His cock is free, hard and heavy and slightly curved as it arches toward his stomach. As I shuffle closer on my knees, he spreads his legs wider, inviting me into the space between them. My fingers trail up his thigh, and when I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, something glints in the light.
A piercing.
Oh, fuck, the head of his cock is pierced.
I can’t believe I didn’t notice that when we were grinding against each other in bed that morning, although in all fairness, I’ve never been with a guy who had a piercing, so it didn’t even occur to me to wonder.
It’s surprisingly beautiful, and after I stare at it for a second, I can’t help myself—I lean down and flick my tongue over the smooth head of his shaft, feeling the texture of the small metal balls on either side. I swirl my tongue around them, and Theo groans, his hand falling on the back of my head.
He doesn’t fist my hair, although I can feel the effort it takes him not to do it. I have a feeling he wants to grab my hair by the roots and drag my lips all the way down the length of his cock, but instead, he just lets me explore him, teasing us both with light flicks of my tongue.
The skin of his cock is nearly as smooth as the metal of his piercing, and the way it pulses angrily in my hand sends another rush of arousal surging through me.
I’m on my knees in front of him, and with the way I’m bent over, I’m sure my bare ass and dripping pussy are on full display to the men behind me. But that thought doesn’t bring up an ounce of shame or embarrassment.
Only heat.
My pussy clenches, and I’m sure Marcus and Ryland can see it because they both groan—twin sounds of tortured satisfaction that wrap around each other in the air.
My stomach clenches, and I stop teasing, wrapping my lips around Theo’s cock and sliding down, taking as much of him into my mouth as I can. My saliva coats his length, and I swallow when he hits the back of my throat, feeling the strange sensation of his piercing there too.
His grip on my hair tightens, letting me know I’ve pushed through the last of his self-control, and he mutters several low curses as I begin to suck him in earnest.
“Fucking hell, angel.” Marcus’s voice is rough as sandpaper. “I’ve never seen anything as perfect as this. Touch yourself.”
My amputated arm is braced on Theo’s leg, and my fingers are still wrapped around his cock. I’ve never wished so much in my life that I still had my right hand as I do right now.
But Theo doesn’t miss a beat. Reaching down, he loosens my grip before fisting himself again, holding his cock steady as I continue to work him up and down between my lips. My hand is wet with a mixture of spit and precum as I drag it down my body, trailing between my breasts and down the line of my stomach before the pads of my fingers land on my clit.
Sensation explodes inside me at the first touch, my body so desperate for release that I’m almost shaking. My jaw aches a little from holding it open, my knees press uncomfortably against the hardwood floor, and I gag a little every time I deep throat Theo. But every one of those feelings takes a back seat to the pleasure racing through me.
My fingertips become a blur on my sensitive nub, flying over it in desperate, hard circles as my hips move restlessly.
When I come, I lose my rhythm entirely, nearly choking on Theo’s cock as my body bucks and writhes. Only his tight grip on my hair keeps me steady as sparks dance in my vision and a low groan spills from my throat.
There’s nowhere for the sound to go. It’s trapped by Theo’s cock, the vibrations traveling from my body into his.
He grunts, then tugs on my hair suddenly. When I release him with a wet slurp and look up into his eyes, there’s a wildness in them that sends a shiver of anticipation through me.
“Get up here, Rose,” he murmurs, his chest rising and falling fast. “I have to be inside you. I want to fucking fill you up when I come.”
He’s got a tattoo on his ribs, I notice—the only piece of ink I see on his body. I make out several letters, but I can’t decipher the words and am too distracted to try.
I rise unsteadily to my feet and am about to crawl back onto Theo’s lap when he stops me. When I blink down at him, he grins sinfully at me, then grasps my hips in his hands and turns me around.
“Marcus wants to see, remember?” he murmurs, his hands running up and down the outsides of my thighs. “So does Ryland. Let them see.”
A flush rises up my chest, heating my skin as I look at the other two men. They’re jerking themselves off as they watch us, and the expressions on their faces are… indescribable.
There’s heat—so much heat—but there’s something else too.
Something almost like awe.
Just as my gaze locks with Marcus’s, Theo wraps his hands around my hips again, tugging me backward to sit astride him. My legs fall open, draping over his and splaying me wide, and I feel another gush of wetness leak from me.
“Fuck, Ayla.” Ryland’s fist moves faster, his jaw clenching. “Jesus.”
He looks almost as undone as he did the night we fucked in the kitchen, just from watching me with his friend.
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Theo tugs me backward a little more so that my back drapes against his chest. Then he reaches down to line himself up with my entrance and rolls his hips, sliding inside me.
We both catch our breath as he fills me, stretching my walls with his thickness. He can’t get as deep from this angle as he’d be able to from some other position, but he’s big enough that it doesn’t fucking matter. I feel him everywhere.
I feel his piercing, hard and unyielding as it drags against my walls.
“God, that feels good,” I breathe as my head lolls on Theo’s shoulder. My back is arched a little, putting even more of me on display for these men. I’m laid out like a fucking banquet as Theo begins to thrust shallowly inside me, gripping my hips to get leverage as he moves.
This time, Marcus doesn’t even have to tell me what to do. I just came, but my body is starving for more, desperate for more. My fingers move down to my clit again, pressing delicately at the over-sensitive bundle of nerves. Marcus and Ryland both match my tempo as I begin to swirl my fingers, and the three of us fall into sync as Theo fucks me from behind.
“I’m not gonna last long, Rose,” he murmurs into my ear, pressing a sloppy kiss to my hair and the side of my face. “I can’t. You feel too fucking good, and I’ve wanted this for too fucking long. I’ll fuck you slow next time, but right now, I just need to come inside you. I need to feel you take my cum. I need to make you mine.”
You’ve taken my cock. You’ve taken my cum. You’re fucking mine.
His words are an unconscious echo of what Marcus said to me once, and they make my toes curl as I grind my ass against his hips, clenching around him as I try to drag his cock in deeper.
I am his.
I belong to this man as much as I belong to Marcus.
As much as I belong to Ryland.
As much as I belong to myself.
Our beginnings were born of violence and pain, but maybe that’s why the bonds between us feel so unbreakable, so unquestionable.
They were forged in flame.
I make a noise that’s half groan and half whimper, squirming against him as another orgasm builds steadily inside me, threatening a hurricane of pleasure as warmth spreads through my limbs all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Since words are impossible at the moment, I just turn my head and capture his lips in a kiss, fingers strumming my clit with desperate
movements. He kisses me back hungrily despite the awkward angle, plunging his tongue into my mouth as one hand grabs my waist, pulling me down on his cock as his hips thrust up hard from beneath me.
“Oh, fuck!”
The ragged shout comes from Marcus, not Theo, and it’s the sound of him coming apart that undoes us all, setting off a chain reaction like the first domino falling.
Pleasure detonates in my core, and Theo pulses and swells, his cock growing impossibly thicker as he empties himself inside me. Ryland gives a rough grunt, and the wet slapping noise of his fist around his cock slows.
All four of us are breathing hard, the sharp sounds filling the quiet room as tension bleeds from my body. My kiss with Theo slows and deepens, becoming less frantic and more gentle in the aftermath of our release. My heart is still thudding heavily in my chest, as if it got behind during the height of my pleasure and is doing its best to catch up.
Honestly, I’m not sure it ever will.
Theo’s hand leaves my hip, roaming up the side of my body before cupping my breast, massaging the soft flesh and plucking at my nipple. I gasp as a zing of sensation shoots through me, and he chuckles. Then he breaks our kiss, resting his head against mine as he glances over at his two friends.
They both look just how I feel. Sated and a little stunned.
“See what you did to them, Rose?” Theo chuckles again, a rough, warm sound. “It’s the same thing you do to me. We’re fucking gone for you, sweetheart. We’re wrecked.”
Chapter 17
We’re wrecked.
Theo’s words settle into my chest, worming into my heart to take up permanent residence there.
He’s serious. I can hear it in his voice. And I know exactly what he means. The feeling is entirely mutual.
I’m wrecked too.
I never meant to fall, but now I’m not sure I’ll ever find solid ground again. At least, not without these three by my side.
The feelings between the four of us are obsessive and manic, violent and overwhelming. I’m sure the shrink I stopped seeing years ago would tell me it’s not healthy. That it’s not sane.
But I’ve tried sanity. I’ve tried playing it safe. And all it did was turn my world a dull, numbing gray.
I can’t go back to that, even if it would be safer.
“Goddamn, angel.” Marcus lets out a breath, reaching over to the small table set beside his chair and grabbing a few tissues. He wipes himself off, then tosses the box to Ryland before tucking himself away. “You’re gonna fucking kill me one of these days. But it’ll be so damn worth it.”
A smile tugs at his lips as he speaks, but the mention of him dying makes a wash of ice pour through my chest. He’s kidding, and I know that. But I spent so many days thinking he might be dead, trying to talk myself out of believing that he was dead, and praying that we’d at least find a body. My rational mind can’t push down the wave of panic, and Theo must feel the tension that fills my body.
He wraps an arm around my waist, his touch turning from heated to protective in an instant.
“Yeah, speaking of you being alive,” he tells Marcus, keeping his tone light. “You better get some fuckin’ sleep. We need you back at one hundred percent, and you’ve had a hell of a day. Ry?”
He shifts his gaze to Ryland, who nods and rises from his chair, tossing several wadded up tissues into the trash can set in the corner. He’s tucked his softening cock away too, but I can still smell our lingering arousal in the air. The entire room smells like sex, honestly.
“Come on, man.” He crosses to Marcus, reaching down to offer him a hand. “And don’t even think about telling me you don’t need help.”
Marcus rolls his eyes but keeps his mouth shut as he rises slowly to his feet. I can see him suppress a grimace of pain, probably trying to mask it so I won’t worry. He leans against Ryland, the flush fading from his cheeks as he pales a little. He catches my gaze and gives me a tired smile.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’ll be all right.” His smile widens a little, and now I see it reflected in his eyes too. “I’m home.”
This isn’t even his house, but that’s entirely beside the point. He is home.
Ryland loops an arm loosely around his waist, shooting a glance my way before the two of them shuffle out of the room.
Theo helps me shift forward as he slides out of me, and I pad across the room naked to grab the box of tissues, returning and holding it out to him.
He grabs a few and cleans himself up, then takes his time cleaning me up. I look down at him as he works, smiling softly. His touch is both sweet and dirty, just like the man himself, and when he slides a finger through my folds before brushing it over my clit, I hiss out a breath, then chuckle.
“Still want more, huh?”
“Of you?” He looks up, his blue-green eyes warming as he teases my entrance with his finger. “Always.”
I lean down to kiss him, burying my fingers in his hair. It’s meant to be a sweet gesture, but just like his attempt to clean me up, it morphs from tender to dirty in three seconds flat. He tugs me toward him, and I find myself straddling his hips again, facing him this time.
His cock twitches, hardening a little beneath me. His pants are still undone, and my hand roams over the skin of his arms, chest, and stomach as we kiss, touching all the parts of him I couldn’t reach earlier while he was fucking me.
The kiss goes on so long that it turns as slow and deep as molasses, as if our bodies are melting into each other, two separate forms joining into one.
Exhaustion is finally catching up with me when we finally break apart, and I can only imagine how fucking tired Marcus must’ve been. It’s a miracle he didn’t pass the fuck out the second we got back to the house, although I’m selfishly glad he didn’t. We’ll all just have to make sure he gets enough sleep over the next few days to make up for it.
That thought strikes a chord in my chest, and I lean back a little, gazing down into Theo’s eyes.
“So, what happens now?”
“Now?” He catches a lock of my dark hair, winding it around his finger.
“Now that Marcus is back. Does it change our plan? Does it change our strategy?”
He chews his lip as he considers his answer. “I don’t think so. It just changes our focus. We know who shot Carson now. The playing field has changed. But our endgame hasn’t. We need to end this shit, and we need to win.”
“And you’ll still let me help?” I press, suddenly worried that now that Marcus is back, they’ll try to protect me by keeping me on the sidelines.
Theo laughs softly, his hands skimming down my back. “Rose, I don’t know how the hell the three of us got lucky enough to have you in our lives. But I think we’re all—finally—agreed on the fact that this is exactly where you fucking belong.”
I can’t help the smile that blooms across my face.
In these men’s lives is a dangerous place to be. It’s a place where I’m as likely to get shot again as I am to live another year. As Ryland told me once, none of them expect to live long, and standing beside them puts me at the same risk.
But my smile grows anyway as I slide my fingers through the hair at the nape of Theo’s neck, gazing down at him. “Good.”
He grins, and I lean back a little more, skimming my fingertips over his shoulder and chest before ghosting them over his ribs and the tattoo I noticed earlier.
Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam.
My brows pull together as I cock my head. “What does this mean?”
His eyelids droop for a moment, as if he’s lost in the feeling of my touch. Then his expression hardens a little, and he answers.
“It’s Latin. It means ‘I will either find a way or make one.’ I got it after our first game. After I realized what the fuck my mom had signed me up for.”
He catches my hand, lacing his fingers with mine as he pulls me a little closer. Our bare skin brushes together, sending little sparks of heat scattering through me. His other hand rea
ches up to cup my face, and I lean into his touch like a cat.
“I never wanted this, Rose,” Theo says softly. “To play this game. Fuck, I don’t even want the prize. When you’re at the top of the heap, everybody’s eyes are on you. Everybody wants what you have, and they’ll do whatever they can to tear you down.” He shakes his head. “But now I’ve got another reason to win. We all do. It’s our best chance at keeping you safe.”
My chest tightens, and I drop my head to press a soft kiss to his lips. Then I slide my hand through his hair again, gripping it tight.
Tight enough to hurt a little.
To be a warning.
“You better fucking keep yourselves safe too.” My low murmur is almost a growl, and I kiss him again, harder this time. “I’m not losing any of you.”
He wraps his arms around me, pinning me against his chest as we kiss each other over and over, feeding an addiction that only seems to grow more consuming with every press of our lips.
I lose track of time, but after a while, Theo tightens his grip on me and pushes to his feet. He sets me down gently and zips his pants back up.
His cock is hard again, and I can’t help but ogle the piercing at the tip before it disappears behind the fabric of his black pants. He catches me staring, but instead of giving me shit for it, he just gives me a look that tells me I’m welcome to get as well acquainted with that part of his anatomy as I like.
He helps me get my dress back on, then leads me from the room. I expect him to turn toward the stairs that will take us to the guest bedroom on the second floor where I’ve been staying, but instead he strides down a hallway on the first floor. We pass Ryland’s room, and Theo opens the next door we come to. Even before I peer inside at the figure lying on the bed, I know who it is.
“He needs you,” Theo murmurs, opening the door a little wider. “And I think you need him too.”
