Undeniably Theirs (Book Three)

by Ramona Gray

  “Jackson? What – what are you doing?”

  He was kneeling behind her and he pushed her legs apart before rubbing her lower back. “Keep sucking Ian’s cock.”

  “But, what -”

  Ian’s hands were back in her hair and he tugged her down to his cock. “Suck, Red. Right now.”

  She took his cock into her mouth, sucking hard as Jackson pressed up against her. She squealed around Ian’s thick cock when the head of Jackson’s dick pushed into her pussy. Her wetness smoothed a path for him and he pushed into her with one hard thrust.

  She moaned again, and Ian tugged on her hair before reaching under her and pinching one nipple. “Keep your hot little mouth wrapped around my dick while Jackson fucks your pussy.”

  His crude words and the pinch of his fingers sent a line of fire from her breasts straight to her pussy. She wiggled against Jackson’s cock, her mouth sucking hard on Ian’s dick as Jackson drove in and out of her.

  She moaned again when Jackson’s fingers rubbed against her clit. She wanted to come desperately, but Jackson simply gathered some of her wetness before moving his fingers.

  “Please!” Her voice was muffled around Ian’s cock. He petted her hair and smiled at her.

  “Not yet, baby.”

  She squealed again when Jackson’s wet fingers rubbed against her back hole.

  “Shh, honey,” Jackson said. He gathered more wetness from her pussy and rubbed her tight little pucker before pressing his thumb against it.

  When the tip of his thumb slipped inside of her, she stared wide-eyed at Ian. He gave her a distracted smile, his hips rising and falling with the rhythm of her mouth. “You’re good, baby. It’s good.”

  He glanced up at Jackson. “Fuck, I’m close. Make her come.”

  Jackson pushed his thumb in a little deeper. There wasn’t any pain, but it felt strange to her. Still sucking Ian’s cock, she wiggled a little bit and Jackson rubbed her ass. “Relax for me, Chloe.”

  She took a deep breath through her nose and tongued the head of Ian’s cock as she relaxed her body. Jackson thrust a little harder, she could feel the beginning of her orgasm starting deep in her belly. Ian was thrusting hard into her mouth and she let him fuck her mouth as the pleasure of Jackson’s cock distracted her from sucking.

  “Fuck,” Ian moaned. “Fuck, baby. Swallow all of my come. Swallow…”

  His hand gripped her head tightly as his hips thrust up and his cock swelled. She swallowed eagerly when his hot come filled her mouth, and he made a low moan of approval. She pulled back and he wiped the come and spit from her lips before smiling at her.

  “Good, baby. So good.”

  “Oh my God!” She cried out with pleasure when Jackson’s hand wound in her hair. He pulled her head back and fucked her rapidly. She braced her hands on the bed on either side of Ian’s big body, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling as Jackson took her hard and rough.

  Her climax was building inside of her and she strained for it, the pleasure washing over her when Jackson pushed his thumb deep inside of her ass. She screamed, her body shaking and twitching as Jackson made a hoarse shout. He pushed in deep with his cock and his thumb, and she clenched around both as he shouted a curse and came. He thrust rapidly back and forth, his harsh breath blowing across her back, before he released her hair and eased out of her.

  She immediately collapsed on top of Ian. He rubbed her back and brushed her hair out of her sweaty face. She watched as Jackson disposed of the condom before lying on the bed.

  “Am I too heavy?” She mumbled.

  Ian shook his head and she smiled dazedly at Jackson when he turned to face her. “That was super great.”

  He laughed, and she slithered off of Ian’s body to the space on the bed between him and Jackson. Ian turned on his side and spooned her. Jackson pulled the covers up over all of them before sliding close enough that she could rest her head on his chest.

  “Are you sure it’s okay that I stay?”

  Ian squeezed her breast and Jackson rubbed her hip. “You’re staying right here with us. Go to sleep, Chloe.”

  “Yeah, okay.” She yawned and snuggled closer to both men. It was ridiculously comfortable between their big bodies.

  She yawned again. “Thank you. It was amazing.”

  “For us too. Go to sleep, baby.” Ian pressed a kiss against the back of her shoulder.

  Chapter Nine

  She eased quietly out of the bed. She had to pee like crazy, and she winced and rubbed at her thighs as she grabbed Jackson’s t-shirt and slipped into it. There was no bathroom attached to the room, and she stepped out into the hallway. A bathroom was next door and she peed before washing her hands and staring at herself in the mirror.

  She’d slept with two men last night. She’d sucked one man’s cock while another fucked her, and she’d loved every single minute of it. She was tender this morning, and she resisted the urge to lift Jackson’s shirt and study her crotch. Both Jackson and Ian were large, obviously she would be a little sore.

  But you’re still gonna let Jackson fuck you up the ass. If you think you’re sore now, just wait.

  She grimaced a little before smoothing her hair down. Even the thought of it being painful wasn’t enough of a deterrent. It wasn’t only about pleasing Jackson and Ian either. She wanted to try it, wanted to have both of them inside of her at once. She supposed that was a bit strange. Until last night, she’d never planned on sleeping with more than one man at a time, but now that she had the option… dammit, she wanted it.

  She headed toward the kitchen. It was a little past seven and she had no idea if Jackson and Ian were morning people or not. But, she would make them breakfast as a way to say thanks for all the fantastic orgasms and then maybe they’d fuck her again. She smiled a little. She was already addicted to them and their big dicks.

  Her purse was still sitting in the hallway and she snagged it as she walked into the kitchen. She grabbed her cell phone out of it, dismay filling her body when she saw the missed calls from her grandmother. She quickly called her back, pacing restlessly in the kitchen. The phone rang and rang and when the answering machine clicked on, she hung up and stuffed her phone back into her purse.

  She ran back to the bedroom and grabbed her clothes from where they were scattered on the floor. She’d just gotten into her panties and bra when Ian sat straight up in the bed.

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  His voice woke Jackson who sat up slowly and yawned. “Morning.”

  “Morning,” Chloe said. “Um, I have to go.”

  “What? Why?” Ian threw back the covers and she shook her head.

  “No, don’t get up. It’s still early, stay in bed.”

  She yanked her socks on and then tugged her jeans up. Jackson sat on the side of the bed, yawning and scratching his scalp as Ian ignored her and climbed out of bed.

  “You don’t have to leave, Chloe. If we said or did something last night that -”

  “No, it has nothing to do with that. I – I have a personal thing that I need to take care of.” She yanked her shirt over her head. “Thank you for last night, I had a good time.”

  “Chloe, wait,” Ian said. “Tell us what’s wrong.”

  She couldn’t. She had shared all of her problems with Lori with her ex and look where that had gotten her. No, it was better to keep the family shit to herself. Jackson and Ian weren’t interested in a relationship and if she shared too much, they’d drop her like a hot potato. They weren’t interested in the personal problems of their fuck buddy.

  “Have dinner with us tonight.” Jackson was out of the bed now too, and she tried to ignore the way both of their cocks were standing at attention.

  “Um, I’m not sure… can I, uh, get back to you on that?” She had no idea what was happening at her grandmother’s or how long she would be there. Panic bit at her belly. Fuck, what if her grandmother was hurt? What if Lori had gone into a rage and Nana had tried to calm her down?

 
“I’m sorry. I have to go.” Chloe grabbed her jacket and ran out of the room. She jammed her boots onto her feet and left the house. The air was bitterly cold, and she sprinted to her car, climbing in and starting it quickly. As she pulled out onto the street, she had one last glimpse of Ian, wearing a pair of shorts, standing in the doorway.

  * * *

  The neighbour to the right of her grandmother’s house was sitting in a rocking chair on her front porch when Chloe parked in the driveway. As Chloe ran up the house, the woman yelled over, “I’m gonna call the cops next time! Do you hear me? I’ll call the cops, I swear it.”

  “Nana? Are you okay?” Chloe used her key to open the front door. The odor of cigarette smoke and beer assaulted her, as well as the sour tang of vomit. She covered her nose, staring in disbelief at the living room. It was completely trashed, the books from the bookshelf covered the floor, her grandmother’s ceramic figurines smashed in the fake fireplace. The couch cushions were on the floor as well and she studied the large cigarette burn in the closest one as panic clawed at her chest.

  “Nana! Nana, where are you?”

  She hurried down the hallway, glancing into the kitchen. It was trashed as well, dishes shattered in the sink and on the floor, food smeared on the walls and a large pool of vomit on the floor next to the stove.

  “Nana! Nana, answer me!”

  “Chloe, I’m here.”

  Relief washed over her, and she ran the rest of the way to her grandmother’s bedroom. She tried the handle. It was locked, and she knocked on the door. “Nana, let me in.”

  She heard her grandmother shuffle across the room and the door unlocked with a quiet click. She opened the door and stared at her grandmother. “Nana, are you okay?”

  Her grandmother nodded and then burst into tears. “Oh, Chloe, it was so awful. She was so-so angry last night. She scared me so bad.”

  “I’m sorry, Nana. I’m so sorry.” Chloe hugged the old woman’s frail body. Her grandma buried her face in her neck and sobbed.

  “It’s okay.” She led her to the bed and sat down beside her. “Tell me what happened.”

  “She had a little too much to drink and she nodded off on the couch. Her cigarette burned the cushion and when I told her she had to pay to replace it, she got so angry.” Nana’s face was deathly pale. “She started screaming at me and then she-she broke all of my pretty figurines and she wrecked all the food I bought. I don’t have any money for more food, Chloe. I spent all of it. What are we going to do?”

  “It’s okay. I’ll buy you some more food,” Chloe said. “Where’s Lori?”

  “She’s in her room. I locked myself in here and she screamed and yelled for so long. Finally, when she stopped yelling, I checked on her. She was passed out in her bed, but I was afraid she was going to wake up, so I came back to my room and locked the door again.”

  She took a wavering breath. “Where were you, Chloe? I called and called and you didn’t answer the phone. I was so afraid and you weren’t there.”

  Guilt filled her belly.

  “I’m sorry, Nana. I wasn’t, uh, near my phone.”

  “I was so afraid,” her grandmother whispered.

  “I know. It’s okay now.” Chloe put her arm around her thin shoulders and rocked her back and forth. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

  After a few minutes, she kissed the top of her grandmother’s head. “Why don’t you have a hot shower? I’ll start cleaning up and then when I’m done, we’ll go to the grocery store and pick up some more food for you. Okay?”

  “Will you check on your sister first?”

  Chloe sighed. “Yeah, I’ll check on her.”

  She stood and helped her grandma to her feet. “Go and shower, Nana.”

  She left her grandmother in the bedroom and trudged down the hallway to her sister’s room. The door was open, and she stuck her head into the room. Lori was lying face-down on the bed, one leg and arm hanging down over the side. She was wearing stained yoga pants and a ripped t-shirt, and her hair was a dirty, tangled mess.

  She frowned and stepped into the room. That sour tang of vomit hit her again, and she grunted in disgust before picking her way across the clothes-covered floor. There was another puddle of vomit congealing on the floor next to Lori’s bed. She grimaced and stared at Lori instead. Her face was pale and half-hidden by her dirty red hair.

  She didn’t seem to be breathing and a weird combination of alarm and relief swept through Chloe. Her hands shaking, she reached for Lori’s neck. She made a soft shriek and stumbled back when Lori’s mouth dropped open and she began to snore thickly.

  Her heartbeat too fast and too high, Chloe stumbled back. She was alive. Of course she was alive. People like her didn’t pass out and choke to death on their own vomit. No, they lived forever and continued to destroy the lives of everyone around them. They were too fucking selfish to die. Too -

  Chloe, stop!

  She caught sight of herself in the mirror and made a horrified little moan at the rage on her face. Oh my God, she didn’t actually want her sister dead, did she? No, she didn’t – couldn’t – want that. It would make her a monster, if she did. She was just tired and upset and worried about her grandmother.

  Weighed down by the guilt, she turned and staggered out of her sister’s room.

  * * *

  “Ian, she doesn’t want to see us,” Jackson said. “She didn’t answer any of my texts or yours. We’re acting like crazy stalkers if we go up to her apartment.”

  Ian ignored him. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and stared at Chloe’s apartment building. He was feeling unsettled and anxious, and the fact that Chloe had run out this morning and hadn’t replied to any of their texts, was pinging every alarm bell he had.

  “Something’s wrong,” he said to Jackson. “She was upset this morning when she left.”

  “Was she?” Jackson said. “She didn’t seem upset to me.”

  Ian glared at him. “You don’t pay attention to anything until you’ve had at least one cup of coffee. Trust me, she was upset.”

  “Okay, maybe she was. But, she obviously didn’t want us to know what was wrong, or she would have told us,” Jackson said. “Listen, I want to see her as much as you do, but we have to remember that she’s sweet and a bit naïve. We probably overwhelmed her a little last night, and she needs some space to process. I’ll talk to her on Monday and – Ian, Jesus, Ian, get back in the car.”

  Ian slammed the door shut and when Jackson got out and followed him, he locked the doors before shoving his car keys into his pocket. Jackson was still talking, but he ignored him and pushed the buzzer for Chloe’s apartment.

  After a few seconds, she said, “Hello?”

  “It’s Ian. Let me in.”

  “Ian? What-what are you doing here?”

  “Let me in,” he repeated.

  “Is, uh, is Jackson with you?”

  “Yes,” Jackson said. “Hey, Chloe.”

  “Um, hi.”

  “Buzz us in,” Ian said.

  “Ian, cool it,” Jackson said. “Chloe, would you mind if we came upstairs for a bit?”

  There was silence and then she said, “I’m pretty busy right now. I’ve got some work to do, and I still need to cook supper and -”

  “I’ll cook you supper,” Ian said. “Open the door, Chloe. I’m not leaving until you let us in.”

  “For fuck’s sake, Ian,” Jackson muttered. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

  The door buzzed, and Ian grabbed the handle, yanking it open quickly before Chloe could change her mind.

  They rode the elevator in silence, but when the doors opened on her floor, Jackson said, “Ian, just be fucking cool, man. You’re gonna blow it for us if you act like a goddamn jealous boyfriend.”

  “I’m worried about her,” Ian snapped as he walked to her apartment. “Christ, aren’t you?”

  “She’s a grown woman who doesn’t need to be rescued,” Jackson said. “I know you like helping
and protecting people, but this is over the top, even for you.”

  “She needs us.” Ian knocked on the door before Jackson could reply.

  The door opened, and he stared at Chloe’s sweet face. She was pale, and the skin under her eyes was puffy like she’d been crying.

  “Hi,” she said.

  “Hi, baby.”

  Her eyes watered and without saying anything else, he stepped into her apartment and put his arms around her. She smelled like cleaning solution and he pressed a kiss against the top of head. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

  “Nothing.” Her voice was muffled against his chest and he resisted the urge to hang onto her when she pushed away from him.

  She studied the floor as Jackson said. “Have you been crying? Tell us where you went this morning.”

  Ian resisted the urge to tell Jackson he told him so. At least his best friend was finally on the goddamn same page as him.

  “I’m fine.” Chloe backed away before heading down the hallway to the kitchen. “I’m actually really busy tonight so if you don’t mind, I don’t have time for sex tonight. Maybe we can plan for this week sometime?”

  “We’re not here for sex.” Ian followed her into the kitchen with Jackson right behind him. “We’re here because we’re worried about you.”

  “You don’t need to be.” Chloe was standing at the counter, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink and her back to them. “I’m perfectly fine. Maybe a little tired.”

  He could hear the tears in her voice and he glanced at Jackson. They crossed the kitchen and flanked her. Jackson rubbed her back and said, “Honey, tell us what’s wrong.”

  “It’s been a bad day, okay? And now I’m trying to work on my sketches for Amy because she wants them tomorrow and I can’t – I can’t do it and my chance to be a designer is over and-and-and…”

  She burst into loud sobs. Ian pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly as Jackson rubbed her back. She buried her face in his neck and he made soothing sounds while Jackson continued to rub her back.