Undeniably Theirs (Book Three)

by Ramona Gray

  “Jackson doesn’t mind,” he replied.

  Chloe stared up at Jackson who gave her a slow grin. “Hello, beautiful.”

  He dropped his gaze to her breasts and Chloe made a low moan. “I-I’m sorry.”

  “You have nothing to be sorry about,” Jackson said.

  Chloe’s nipple was hard against Ian’s palm, and he plucked at it through her sweater and bra. Jackson’s nostrils flared, and Chloe made another low moan.

  “Does it feel good, honey?” Jackson asked.

  Chloe nodded. “Yes.”

  “I talked to her about us sharing her separately,” Ian said. He rubbed his thumb over Chloe’s nipple as his other hand rubbed her hip.

  “Ian, stop for a second,” Chloe said. “I can’t think straight when you do that.”

  He let go of her breast reluctantly, but kept his arm around her waist. Jackson had moved closer until she was completely sheltered from the cold wind by their big bodies. She stared up at him and then at Jackson.

  “Are you really willing to do that?” She asked.

  “Yes,” Ian said.

  Jackson hesitated, and Ian wanted to kick him in the ass.

  “Jackson?” Chloe said.

  “Yes, it’s fine,” Jackson replied.

  Chloe studied him silently for a moment, and Ian decided he really would kick Jackson’s ass when they were alone. He loved the guy, but he was fucking this up.

  “Is it?” Chloe asked. “You don’t look like you believe that, Jackson.”

  “He does,” Ian said quickly. “It’s just not our usual thing, so the idea is taking a bit to get used to.”

  “I’m not sure that asking you to do this is a good idea,” Chloe said quietly.

  “It is.” Shit, any minute now he was going to outright beg. What the fuck was wrong with him? He glared at Jackson. “Tell her, Jackson.”

  Jackson shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “Can I ask you something, Chloe?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why don’t you want to do a threesome? Is it because of what people will say? Because I promise that Ian and I are very discreet. Neither of us will say a word to anyone. What happens between the three of us is private and we’ll keep it that way.”

  “Jackson,” Ian said, “we talked about this and we agreed that we would -”

  “It’s just a question, Ian,” Jackson said.

  “It’s none of our business. If Chloe doesn’t want us together, then we need to respect that and stop badgering her.”

  “It’s okay.” Chloe squeezed his arm. “Really.”

  He relaxed a little but glared again at Jackson. Jackson ignored him, staring intently at Chloe as she studied the snow-covered ground.

  “I’ll embarrass myself,” she finally said.

  Jackson frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “I don’t have a lot of experience in the bedroom. Until Ian, I’d only slept with one guy, and I’m not – that is, I don’t…”

  “You don’t what?” Jackson asked gently.

  “If the three of us are together, I’ll have to-to please both of you and I can barely please one guy in bed. The thought of trying to make both of you feel good and failing at it, makes me feel stupid and ashamed. I guarantee you that you guys will lose all interest in me, and then I’ll… I’ll be a failure.”

  Jackson glanced at him before leaning down and pressing a kiss against Chloe’s mouth. Her ass pressed against Ian’s dick and he couldn’t resist cupping her breast and rubbing her still-hard nipple again as Jackson kissed her deeply.

  Jackson broke the kiss and smiled at her. “Sweetheart, you misunderstand. The three of us together isn’t about you pleasing us. It’s about us pleasing you.”

  “I – what?” Chloe gave him a dazed look of incomprehension. Her mouth was slightly swollen from his and Jackson’s kisses, and Ian wanted very badly to just pick her up and carry her to the car. They’d take her back to their place and show her exactly what she’d been missing out on.

  Jackson glanced into the empty dining room behind them before his fingers traced the button on Chloe’s jeans. “The only thing we want is to watch you coming on our cocks and our fingers and our mouths.”

  Chloe’s soft little moan set Ian’s nerve endings on fire. “You don’t want to come?”

  He bent his head and nipped her earlobe. “Of course we do, and we will. But you don’t have to worry about pleasing us, baby. Trust me – just thinking about being in your hot little pussy makes me want to come.”

  “Oh God,” Chloe’s hips arched when Jackson rubbed her pussy through her jeans. “I – I don’t want to disappoint you.”

  “You won’t, honey.” Jackson glanced at him. “Spread your legs for me, Chloe.”

  “We can’t. There are people here and…”

  “No one can see us.” Jackson nipped at her bottom lip before unbuttoning her jeans. “Open your legs so we can show you what we want to do to you.”

  Ian turned her until her hip was pressed up against him. He pulled on one thigh and she spread her legs as Jackson moved in front of them. Chloe’s slender body was blocked from the patio door, and Ian took another quick glance into the dining room. It was still empty, and he slid his hand into the back of her jeans and inside her panties as Jackson slipped his hand into the front of her panties.

  Ian gave her ass a quick squeeze before sliding his hand between her legs. Her pussy was soaking wet and he made a low sound of approval. “Just as wet as I remembered, baby.”

  Chloe was already panting, and he pressed his mouth against hers, swallowing her squeak of surprise when he pushed two fingers inside of her.

  “Cold,” she moaned when he released her mouth.

  “I know, Red.” He sucked on her bottom lip before making two gentle thrusts with his fingers. “But you’re so hot and tight, you’ll warm me right up.”

  Chloe’s eyes widened, and he knew the exact moment that Jackson touched her clit. Her sweet mouth dropped open and with one hand, she clutched at his arm that was wrapped around her, and at Jackson’s arm with the other.

  “Jackson, I…oh God.”

  “Does that feel good, honey?” Jackson kissed her as Ian licked and sucked at her neck.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  Ian kissed the side of her neck again and fucked her tight pussy with his fingers as Jackson rubbed her clit in firm circles. Her moans were getting louder, her soft body squirming and writhing between them. His cock was hard and throbbing, and he could see the bulge in Jackson’s jeans even in the faint light.

  “Come home with us tonight, Chloe,” Jackson said. “Let us show you how it can be with both of us. If you don’t like it, we can share you separately after that. But try being with us both tonight. Will you do that?”

  When Chloe didn’t reply, Ian stopped moving his fingers as Jackson did the same. She made a little whine of disappointment and Ian nipped her neck. “Answer him.”

  “Yes,” she said immediately. “Yes, I want to try at least once. Please.”

  “That’s our good girl,” Jackson said. He started to rub Chloe’s clit again and Ian shook his head. Disappointment crossed his face, but he pulled his hand out of Chloe’s pants as Ian did the same. Jackson buttoned her jeans and straightened her sweater.

  She stared up at Ian, her hip still pressing against his throbbing erection. “Ian? What? Why did you stop? I don’t want you to stop.”

  “Shh, Red,” he said.

  “No!” She gave him a fierce look of anger and he wouldn’t have been surprised if she stomped her foot. “I want to come.”

  “I know you do.”

  She glared at him before turning to Jackson. “Keep going.”

  “Not here, honey.”

  “Goddammit,” she snapped.

  “It’s called edging, remember?” Ian said with a grin.

  “I hate you, and your stupid edging,” she said.

  Jackson laughed, and Ian grinned at him. “She has a bit
of a temper when she doesn’t get what she wants.”

  “I do not,” Chloe said. “But it’s very rude to leave a woman on the edge of her…”

  “Edge of her what?” Jackson said innocently.

  “You know what.” She poked him in the ribs, and he laughed before grabbing her hand and kissing the knuckles.

  “We’ll make you come as soon as you’re at our place. Now, should we go back and join the party? I think -”

  “No, we’re not going back to the party.” Chloe’s face was turning red. “We’re going back to your place, right now.”

  “Whatever you say, honey,” Jackson replied. “Did you drive here?”

  “Yes. Give me your address and I’ll meet you there.”

  Ian shook his head. “We drove here together, so Jackson will drive you to our place in your car. Okay?”

  He didn’t think Chloe would change her mind, but having Jackson in the car and - knowing him - talking dirty to her, would definitely make it more difficult for her to change her mind.

  “I’m not going to change my mind,” Chloe said.

  He flushed a little. “Yeah, I know. The roads are icy though and I’d feel better if you let Jackson drive your car.”

  “I don’t want anyone knowing that we’re leaving together,” she said.

  He hesitated, and Jackson said, “Okay. I’ll text you the address. We’ll say our goodbyes now, you wait ten minutes and then leave. Sound good?”

  “Yes,” Chloe said. “Thank you.”

  “Drive safe, Chloe.” Jackson pressed a kiss against her mouth before stepping back inside.

  Ian stared down at Chloe, his stomach churning. If she didn’t show up, if she changed her mind, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop from driving to her place and begging her to let them into her bed.

  Chloe gave him a small smile. “I promise I won’t change my mind, Ian. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

  “Okay.” He kissed her and squeezed her ass. “It’ll be all about you, baby, I promise.”

  She made a soft shudder of need before smiling at him. “See you soon.”

  Chapter Eight

  She didn’t get nervous or second guess her choice at all on the drive over. Hell, she didn’t even second guess when she walked into their modest home and, without a word, Ian and Jackson brought her straight to a bedroom.

  But when she saw the bed, she faltered a bit. Jackson was removing her coat and he kissed the back of her neck. “It’s okay, honey.”

  She looked to Ian, needing his reassurance as well. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand. “You have nothing to worry about, Red.”

  Easy for him to say. He’d done this before.

  She took a deep breath. Okay, she could do this. She could be with two men at once and make both of them feel like sexy studs and…

  Sexy studs? Christ, do not attempt to engage in dirty talk with them. Do you hear me, Chloe?

  Agreed. Her dirty talk skills were, well, frankly they were non-existent. The one time she’d tried with her ex, he’d laughed until her embarrassment was almost painful.

  She realized Ian had moved away from her. He was, in fact, sitting down in a cozy looking armchair that was in the corner closest to the bed.

  “Ian? What-what are you doing?” She asked.

  “Just making himself comfortable.” Jackson’s arms slid around her waist and he pressed his cock against her ass.

  “I thought,” she tried not to rub her butt against his dick, but failed miserably, “we were all going to…you know.”

  “Ian and I talked on the drive over and we decided,” Jackson cupped both her breasts, “that it would be best if Ian just watched this time. There’s no pressure for you to please both of us, and it’ll ease you into the idea of being with us both.”

  She didn’t want to admit it, but the idea was appealing to her. She turned her gaze to Ian. “Are you sure?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, baby, I’m positive.” His gaze dropped to her tits, watching as Jackson cupped them gently. “I like to watch. Hop up on the bed and show me how you look with Jackson’s dick in your pussy.”

  She shuddered all over as fresh wetness soaked her already-dripping panties. She didn’t object when Jackson pulled her shirt over head. He kissed her bare shoulder before swiftly and efficiently removing her bra, jeans, and socks. He left her panties on when she shook her head.

  “Not yet, okay?”

  “Whatever you want, honey.”

  She stood next to the bed, fighting her urge to cover her tits with her arms and staring at Ian as Jackson undressed behind her. Was she really going to do this? Was she going to let Jackson fuck her while Ian watched?

  “You okay, Chloe?” Jackson slid his arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck. She leaned back against him, her gaze still on Ian.

  “Yes. Maybe a little nervous.”

  “Don’t be. I just want to make you feel so good.”

  She turned and smiled up at him. “I know you will. In fact, I… holy shit, are you kidding me?”

  Her gaze had dropped to Jackson’s cock and she took a step back. “Seriously?”

  “What’s wrong?” Jackson gave her a worried look before glancing at Ian.

  “I mean, what are the odds that you’d have a magnum-sized dick too?” She turned to Ian. “Do you base your friends on who can match you in dick size?”

  Both Ian and Jackson burst into laughter. She blushed but turned back to Jackson. “I’m serious. What are the odds of you both having abnormally large penises?”

  “They’re not abnormally large,” Jackson said.

  “Mine is,” Ian replied.

  “Shut up, Ian,” Jackson said with a grin. He pulled Chloe up against him and kissed her. God, she loved the way he kissed. She loved Ian’s kisses as well, but there was something about the way Jackson kissed that made her feel safe and protected and… horny as hell.

  She returned his kiss, running her hands over the big muscles in his back as he cupped her ass through her panties and pressed her up against him. When Jackson trailed kisses down her throat, she glanced at Ian. He was watching them intently, one big hand rubbing his cock through his jeans. She gave him a shy smile before Jackson lifted her and set her down on the bed.

  He laid next to her and she stared up at him as he traced one finger around her beaded nipple. “You’re so beautiful, Chloe.”

  “So are you,” she whispered.

  He bent his head and licked her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. She moaned and clutched at his head, closing her eyes and arching her back as Jackson released her nipple with a wet pop, and moved to her left one. He teased it into an aching hardness, and she couldn’t resist sneaking another look at Ian.

  His big body was still reclined in the chair, one hand rubbing almost lazily at his crotch as he watched Jackson suck on her nipples. Fresh lust flared in her belly and when Jackson pressed his thigh between her legs, she rubbed her pussy against it.

  His cock was pressed against her belly and she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked him from root to tip. He groaned against her breast before raising his head. “Fuck, Chloe, you’ve got me ready to explode. I want to taste you.”

  She lifted her hips and let him tug her panties down her legs. He dropped them over the side of the bed and studied her pussy until she blushed. “Jackson, are you…”

  “Shh, honey, let me look at you first.” He pushed on her thighs and she widened them, watching his face as he studied her wet pussy. “So pretty and wet.”

  He traced the tips of his fingers over her wet pussy lips before glancing at Ian. Chloe followed his gaze, her heart hammering in her chest. Ian smiled at both of them.

  “Eat her pussy, Jackson. Make her come all over your face.”

  Jackson immediately moved down the bed. She braced her feet on the bed and kept her legs pressed tightly closed, feeling nervous and a little unsure. She barely knew Jackson. Was she really going to let him get up close and personal w
ith her lady parts? Oral sex with her ex had always made her feel self-conscious and a bit weird, and that was after knowing him for years.

  Jackson knelt at the end of the bed and rubbed his big hands up and down her thighs. “Show me your pussy, honey.”

  “Jackson, I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

  “Chloe.”

  Her gaze swivelled to Ian. He was leaning forward and he gave her a steady look. “Spread your legs and show Jackson your pussy.”

  Her legs parted almost immediately. Ian nodded in satisfaction and leaned back, his hand rubbing at his cock through his jeans again as she turned her gaze back to Jackson. He was staring at her pussy, and she chewed on her bottom lip.

  “Jackson, you don’t have – oh my God!”

  Jackson had leaned down and licked her pussy from her aching hole to the top of her throbbing clit. He smiled up at her. “You taste delicious, Chloe.”

  “Again,” she demanded.

  He grinned and stretched out on his stomach between her legs, his hands sliding under her to grip her ass. His warm tongue settled on her clit, and she squealed with pleasure, her hands gripping his head.

  Her self-consciousness, her worry that she would somehow mess this moment up, disappeared under an overwhelming tide of pure pleasure and need. She rocked her pussy against Jackson’s face, his dark stubble a delicious burn against her wet lips. He sucked on her clit and she cried out, trying not to yank on his hair as her legs trembled and her body moved steadily toward her release.

  As Jackson sucked on her clit and slid one thick finger into her pussy, she turned her head to the left. She sucked in a harsh gasping breath. Ian had unbuttoned his jeans and taken his impressively thick cock out. He was rubbing it with harsh strokes, watching as Jackson licked and sucked.

  When his gaze lifted to her face and she saw the dark lust, she came immediately. She moaned Jackson’s name and then Ian’s, her hips rising and falling against Jackson’s tongue as he licked her through her orgasm. She trembled wildly as Jackson straightened. He wiped his face on the sheet then reached into the nightstand and brought out a condom. She watched him roll it on and glanced at Ian again before giving Jackson a tentative smile. “Do you mind if I’m on top?”