Shattered Chaos (Steel Roses Book 1)

by Samantha Bee

  Just like I don’t normally encourage any of my guys to spend the night, I also don't encourage them to stop by unannounced and surprise me. Not a huge fan of surprises. Maybe I’m going soft and I need to reestablish some of the boundaries in my relationships with my guys.

  Oh well, just gotta roll with it for now. Nothing I can do. I stroll out of my room and drink in the attention both of my guys are giving me. I love how their gazes linger on my legs and slowly peruse my body and stop at my chest as they both notice I didn’t bother to put on a bra. My confidence swells as their gazes turn hungry. I love that look and I love knowing I put it there.

  Maybe having my guys together isn't the worst option. Double the attention. I feel worshipped in their eyes as I sway closer to them with a smirk on my face, “Well hello there, Handsome.”

  Noah’s eyes light up and a huge smile spreads across his face. Where Kade is my most arrogant guy, Noah is my sweetest. So, it's no surprise when I take him in and notice two cups of coffee in his hands, one stretched out towards me.

  “Fuck,” I groan. “Is that for me?”

  “It sure is, sexy,” Noah grins and hands me my coffee.

  I suck in a huge gulp of the iced yumminess and moan in happiness, causing both guys eyebrows to lift as they watch me.

  “Yumm, coffee and orgasms,” I smirk. “Talk about a good way to start my day.”

  While most people would probably avoid the giant elephant in the room, I decided to just put it all out there. I don’t hide this kinda stuff from my guys and it’s fairly obvious what Kade and I have been up to based on the status of our hair alone.

  Noah just smiles at me, “Yeah, sorry man. I woulda brought you a cup but didn’t think Scar would even be up yet, let alone have company.”

  There’s no judgement in Noah's face. Funny enough, I think he’s being genuine. Interesting. I think I could probably have some fun teasing the two of them.

  “Well, you were right. I wasn’t really up yet,” I laugh and take another sip of my coffee as I stare at my guys, observing their demeanor.

  Kade is still holding the door open but he’s lost interest in Noah and is staring at my clearly visible nipples through my shirt. Noah is still standing in the doorway, he also has lost interest in the other guy in the room, but his focus is solely on the straw in my mouth.

  I decide to tease him a little as I move the straw around with my tongue. He looks up to meet my eyes and raises a brow at me, so of course I give him my most innocent look.

  He laughs, “You need to work on your innocent face, love, it's not very convincing.” I grin as I motion him inside so we can close the door and stop giving the neighbors a show. Not as much of a show as I would like, but hey. There’s still time for that. I’m an optimistic gal.

  I sigh, “I guess I should introduce you guys,” I gesture towards Kade, “Tuesday meet Wednesday,” I say and then point to Noah, “Wednesday, Tuesday,” I deadpan while cracking up on the inside.

  I have a twisted sense of humor, but I amuse myself to no ends. Both guys look confused for half a moment before it clicks for them. I get it, my brand of genius takes a moment to process.

  Kade looks astounded and I’m feeling pretty proud of myself that I managed to shock the big guy into silence. Noah looks like he’s contemplating the whole thing, “Do you really have us on a schedule?” He doesn’t sound annoyed though, more curious, and possibly amused. Which is good, cause I find myself far too hilarious to worry about people getting offended.

  I just look at him and smile while Kade bursts out laughing, “You do, don’t you!?” He keeps laughing, “Is that why you like using nicknames so much? Handsome,” he points at Noah before turning his finger back towards himself, “Stranger? Scared you’ll get us confused or accidentally call us by our day of the week?” Now he’s teasing me, but I can hear just the smallest thread of doubt in his voice. I think he might actually be concerned that I don’t know Noah’s name.

  I really wanted to push this a little farther, but I can’t hold it in anymore, I burst out laughing, “It’s not even Wednesday, Kade,” I stress his name, still laughing.

  I look between the two of them and realize they really both thought I had them on a schedule and didn’t even stop to realize that it’s not even either of the days that I assigned to the two of them. It just makes me laugh harder.

  Ah, their faces were just priceless when they really thought there was a chance, I might not know their names. I can’t help but continue to tease them.

  “Noah,” I drag out his name between laughs. “Do we only ever see each other on Wednesdays?”

  Kade is looking at me like I’ve lost my marbles, but Noah at least looks embarrassed as he answers, “Uh, no. We hung out last Saturday.”

  He’s a really cute shade of pink as he realizes just how often we hang out and how completely random the days are. I don’t have any schedule for any of the guys. I usually just follow their lead. Whoever asks to make plans first and, on the occasions, that I don’t want to be alone and have no plans, who I call depends on what type of mood I am in not what day of the week it is.

  I fall onto the middle of the couch still laughing, “You guys are so gullible,” I sigh, as I wipe tears from my eyes. “Fuck, that was great.” Sometimes I really crack myself up.

  Both guys drop down on either side of me now, Noah is chuckling quietly and rubbing the back of his neck, “You just said it so seriously,” he sighs, obviously still embarrassed.

  “What Wednesday is trying to say,” Kade teases, “is that we wouldn’t put it past your crazy ass to have us on some type of schedule.”

  “That is where you are wrong,” I tease back, “Crazy I may be, but organized I am not.” I smirk, “What makes you think any of you guys are worth the effort of putting together a schedule?” I tilt my head towards Noah, “Especially when some of you show up unannounced.”

  Noah starts chuckling again but Kade pounces on me and starts tickling my midsection, “You’re such a little shit,” he laughs as I burst out laughing again from his fingers hitting all of my ticklish spots.

  As I throw my head back against the couch, I meet Noah’s eyes and notice that pink is slowly spreading across his cheeks again. However, this time, I don’t think it's from embarrassment.

  Nope. Based on the way he’s drinking in the sight of Kade’s hands all over me and the hunger in his eyes as he meets my gaze, I’m going to say he’s turned on by the fact that there’s another guy’s hands on me. Fuck, just like that I feel my panties flooding.

  I didn’t realize I would be into being watched but hell if I didn’t just learn something new about myself. Now I’m wondering just how far I can push this before one of them taps out. Noah looks like he wants Kade to touch me a little more intimately, but I don’t know how Kade would feel about being watched. Only one way to find out.

  I shift underneath Kade and press my hips closer to cradle his manhood and arch my back, pulling my shirt tighter across my nipples making them more noticeable before pressing them against his chest. My eyes stay locked on Noah and I am rewarded with a shot of pure lust filling his eyes from my little move.

  Kade’s fingers have stopped teasing my sides and are now firmly planted on my hips as he gives me a little squeeze trying to hold me still. I roll my hips against him again and feel him hardening at the contact. He groans and searches my face trying to figure out what I’m thinking, he notices my eyes locked on Noah and turns to look at my other guy. He must see what I see as he observes Noah, the heady lust in those gorgeous blue eyes of his, and the obvious bulge in his gray sweatpants. I feel Kade growing even harder against me and smile, looks like Kade is a fan of being watched too.

  He chuckles and looks back at me, pulling away slightly so he can look down at my tightened nipples, he brings up a hand to gently brush across the hardened tips. “You kinky little bitch,” he growls in my ear.

  I lift my hand and caress him through his shorts, “Uh huh, like you’
re one to talk.”

  He groans and starts kissing my neck and caressing my breasts through my shirt. I turn my head to look at Noah again and watch a myriad of emotions flint across his face. He looks very unsure of himself. We’ve never talked about doing anything like this, I had never even really considered it before but when I saw the lust in Noah’s eyes, I realized how badly I wanted this.

  I’m so turned on right now I think I would cry if Noah backed out now. I meet his eyes and slowly nod, I don’t want to push him but I’m pretty sure he just needs a little bit of reassurance that this is okay, that I want this too.

  Kade pulls away from me and tugs on the bottom of my shirt looking at me with a question in his eyes, I nod towards him this time. He slowly lifts my shirt up and over my head and tosses it on the ground behind the couch. I hear Noah groan to the side of us.

  Their gazes burn across my skin causing my nipples to tighten even more, they’re harder than I even knew was possible. Aching and begging for attention. I arch my back, silently pleading for Kade’s touch, for his mouth, for all of him. I feel desperate with need.

  I look back towards Noah, he is staring so intently at Kade’s hands as they roam my body, it takes him a few seconds to realize I am looking at him and to meet my gaze. As soon as he does, I drop my eyes to his sweats and then bring them back up to his eyes. He arches an eyebrow at me, unsure of himself but I can see how badly he wants to free his cock and fully enjoy the show we are putting on for him.

  “Take them off,” I start to whisper just as Kade finally takes one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks, hard, and pinches the other one, so it comes out as more of a moan than anything else.

  Both of my guys groan and it just spurs me on more. I feel worshipped. Like I’m the most beautiful thing they’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m drunk on the attention they’re giving me. I crave this, I need this. I need more.

  Noah quickly slips his sweats off and I can see him in all of his glory. God, I love his naked body. I have slept with a lot of attractive guys, but I would be lying if I said that Noah and Kade weren’t at the very top of that list. There is just something about them. Especially right now, seeing them together. So similar but so different. Kade is confident and a little rough where Noah is soft and a little unsure of himself. I love the contrast between the two of them.

  I moan as I watch Noah start stroking himself and see his tip already glistening with precum. I can tell how turned on he is watching another guy touching my body and fuck if it doesn’t make every touch of Kade’s feel that much better, that much hotter.

  All of a sudden Kade moves away from me and before I can even react, he's lifting me up off the couch and forcing me to stand. I start to protest at him breaking contact with me but stop as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my workout shorts and slowly starts to pull them down as he litters kisses down my stomach and follows the path of my shorts but skips over the place where I really want his mouth. He groans against my inner thigh, “I’ve always loved these tight little shorts of yours.”

  His mouth so close to where I want it to be but not close enough causes me to let out a porn star worthy moan, “Fuck.” I’m panting with need as I step out of my shorts. I stand completely naked in front of two of my guys, Noah is slowly stroking himself as he sits on the couch. Kade pulls away and completely breaks contact with me as he admires my naked body.

  I let out a small whimper missing his hands and mouth teasing me. He’s still fully dressed and just assessing me. I take a step back and take in the situation and a genius idea strikes me.

  I give both of my guys a wicked smile, Noah groans and Kade smiles, knowing what's coming next. He’s just as kinky as I am. I meet Noah’s gaze, “Can I put on a show for you?” I ask him, my voice husky with need.

  He slowly nods, never breaking eye contact, “Please do,” he whispers.

  “Well do you know what every good show needs?” I ask, Kade chuckles quietly in front of me but my focus is solely on my more innocent beau. Noah just shakes his head at me not catching on to where I’m going with this. Yet.

  “A good director,” Kade answers for me, the amusement clear in his tone. I already know he’s on board with the idea without even looking at him. I’m more concerned about Noah’s reaction so I never take my eyes off him as understanding finally dawns on him.

  His cock twitches in his hand and I can tell he likes the idea of telling me what to do to Kade. I lick my lips, “Tell me what you want me to do to him, Noah,” my voice is breathy and husky. I'm soaked between my thighs, I can feel myself literally dripping. I can’t even remember the last time I was this turned on.

  He coughs, still a little unsure of himself but I can tell he’s going to play along. Thank god. “Strip him, first,” he says a little hesitantly. I step back closer to Kade and hook my fingers into his waistband.

  “His shirt first,” Noah interrupts me, causing me to smile. He has an idea how he wants this to play out and he’s getting a little more comfortable with calling the shots.

  I nod at him before turning back to Kade and pulling his shirt off over his head and tossing it next to mine. I look back towards Noah and wait for my next direction. He smirks looking at Kade before looking back at me, “Return the favor. Tease him the way he teased you.”

  Kade groans and I chuckle as I scatter kisses all over his stomach before dropping to my knees in front of him. I slowly unbutton his jeans and start to pull them down as I rain kisses across his pelvis until his cock springs free and rubs against my face. I smile to myself as both guys groan.

  I flick my tongue across the tip of Kade’s cock and lick up the bead of precum that was there. I slowly glide my tongue all across his head enjoying the sound of him hissing above me. I continue planting kisses lower leaving his cock alone. For now. I bite the inside of his thigh, right over his lips tattoo as he steps out of his pants. His cock twitches but he just chuckles. I know I’ll be paying for that little move later.

  I look back to Noah who is still slowly stroking himself, his breathing slightly heavier than it was before I stripped Kade.

  “Stand back up, Scar,” his voice heavy with lust but obviously much more comfortable with his role of bossing me around now. It turns me on even more and I feel my heat dripping down my thigh as I get off my knees. A detail that does not go unnoticed by Noah. I watch his eyes follow the evidence of my desire trailing down my thigh. A smirk I’ve never seen on Noah’s face before takes over his sweet face and I already know I’m going to like what he makes me do next. I shiver in anticipation.

  “Now, push Kade down on the couch so he’s sitting,” this causes Kade to lift a brow in Noah’s direction and me to laugh. Noah meets Kade’s questioning gaze, “Trust me, you’ll like what I have planned.”

  Kade allows me to push him onto the opposite end of the couch, because I mean dude’s huge. If he didn't want me to, there’s no way I could have made him sit. I look back towards Noah and see that same new smirk of his. I must admit I am a huge fan of it.

  “Scar, take two fingers and clean up that wetness dripping down your thigh.”

  Kade’s gaze snaps down to see the evidence Noah had already noticed and groans. My eyes never leave Noah’s as I use two fingers to clean myself up as he demanded. I start to shudder, and I reach the apex of my thighs, looking at him questioning. He nods answering my unspoken question, “Go ahead and touch yourself,” my moan mixes with Kade’s.

  I throw my head back as I follow Noah’s instructions, “That’s right, baby girl, nice slow circles around your clit,” he continues to give me step by step instructions on how he wants me to pleasure myself. I’m panting and close to begging him to ask for more.

  “Tell us how that feels, Scar.” I shudder at how husky his voice is. I think I’ve created a monster. He’s fully stepped into his role and I could not love the demanding tone anymore.

  “Good,” I pant. “It feels good.”

  “Come on, baby girl,” he tease
s. “Be more descriptive. Look at Kade, look how bad he wants to be the one touching you. Make him feel like he is with your words.”

  I’ve definitely created a monster. A sexy monster though. I look back and forth between both guys sitting on the couch, both pleasuring themselves as they watch me touch myself. This is one of the most erotic and exciting sexual experiences I’ve ever had. I don’t even know how to put into words how I’m feeling.

  “I’m drenched,” shivers rack my body. I can’t believe how close I am to an orgasm from just teasing. “My clit feels slick,” I continue, “I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on and wet in my life.” I’m panting as I rub tight circles around the swollen nub.

  “How does it feel to have us watching you?” Kade’s voice is just as thick with lust as mine and Noah’s was.

  I moan, “It turns me on more,” I answer honestly, “The looks in your eyes makes me feel like a fucking goddess. I love it.”

  “You’re close to giving yourself an orgasm, aren’t you?” Noah asks.

  I nod in response, not sure that I am even capable of speech anymore.

  Both of my guys must be agonizingly hard because they are both so tense but only slowly stroking themselves. I know they’re trying to drag this out for as long as possible, fuck if that doesn’t just add even more to my excitement. Knowing that they’re struggling not to finish too early from just watching me.

  Noah is panting as he instructs me to take my middle finger and insert it into myself and start slowly thrusting it in and out, “Match my pace, baby girl,” he shudders.

  I don’t think he has ever called me baby girl before this experience, but it seems to be his favorite new pet name. It feels right and every time he says it, I feel myself clench and tighten. I watch him as he slows his strokes around his cock and match my thrusts to his. I let out a string of expletives because this pace is akin to torture as far as I’m concerned.

  “You want more?” Noah asks me. I can only whimper in response. “Add another finger,” Noah’s voice shakes as his whole body shudders watching me. He waits only a few seconds before commanding me to add a third finger. I hesitate, looking at him. I am no stranger to masturbation, but I have never added a third finger when fingering myself.