by KC Kean
Whoever is holding the phone has clearly had enough and interrupts their perfect moment.
“Here, I’m done. Take your damn phone,” he grunts, handing the phone over, which is aimed at the floor as one of them grabs it off him. It must be Luna because Parker’s voice booms through the speakers.
“Watch yourself, that’s my wife you’re talking to.”
“Holy shit,” Roman mutters in awe.
A quick apology comes from the guy, as we hear Rafe grumble too in the distance, and Luna’s face fills the screen.
“Hey,” she murmurs, and I wish I was there with them. Holding her, and basking in the happiness of their moment, our moment.
“Hey, Princess,” Roman says, admiration written all over his face. “Are you both okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispers, her eyes looking away from the phone a moment. “I wish the three of you were here with us. Especially now, since Parker thinks it’s his job to growl at everyone who looks at me or speaks to me the wrong way. Rafe isn’t helping the matter either.” She rolls her eyes as she focuses back on us and it makes me chuckle. Parker’s face appears beside her again, but he’s still squinting his eyes and frowning at someone in the distance.
“That was beautiful, baby girl, but I need you here with me now, so I know this is real,” Oscar whispers. Looking past Roman, the strain all over Oscar’s face catches me off-guard. His eyes are tight, and he’s biting at his lip. He looks as though he’s been on an emotional rollercoaster.
“I just need to get my tattoo, and we have to have lunch with Maria, and we’ll be straight back,” Parker says softly, clearly hearing the strain in his voice. Concern fills Luna’s eyes as she nods in agreement.
“See you soon, Aceholes,” she murmurs with a wink trying to lighten the mood before the screen goes black.
We sit in silence for a moment digesting everything we just saw. Luna is ours, now and forever. This is next-level crazy, but this whole world is. We’re protecting our brother and committing ourselves, and our souls, to the girl of our dreams all at once. Our foundation is built, and we have plenty of time to find ourselves and each other in this world.
“Manetti,” Roman grunts, lost in his own mind. “Fucking Manetti. All that worry and stress, and it didn’t even fit him anyway.” He sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face. “I need to keep busy until they get back.” He jumps to his feet and starts pacing the floor.
None of us ever truly knew what his surname was, but now it doesn’t even matter. I understand what he means though, the distress it has caused Parker, all for a simple seven-letter word.
Looking at Oscar, he’s lost in his own head. I can tell by the gloss to his eyes as he stares out of the window. As much as I’m always battling my internal demons, this brings me a sense of fulfillment I never thought I’d have. I have to push down my own emotions right now, these guys need me. Luna needs them at their best when she gets back, ready to fight and survive.
With The Games upon us, and the constant shit thrown our way, there is a lot to do.
Parker was right, this is our family, and Luna is our home. I’ll do whatever it takes to be what they need.
CHAPTER THREE
(Luna)
** Six Days Before The Games **
Finally, back from lunch with Maria, and my brain is reeling. The Games are being moved forward, and apparently, Rico is banging Barbette Dietrichson. Someone in Featherstone Academy clearly wants me dead. Veronica wants me to join a new movement, which I think relates back to Totem somehow, based on what Rafe said.
All I want to do is spend time with my best friend, Red, and my Aceholes and draw my art on people’s skin. Instead, I’m dealing with Veronica breaking into my room, and Rico trying to claim me. I can’t stop the shudder that runs down my spine at the thought.
Pulling myself into the present, I look around my guys. Parker and I are still in our dressy outfits, while Kai, Oscar, and Roman are rocking their grey sweatpants like it’s their mandatory uniform. At least they're wearing different colored t-shirts so they’re not completely matching. Although, the thought of them all color-coordinated makes me grin.
“Now, I hope Agent Dominic Bridge keeps his word because when we survive The Games, it’ll literally give me a day, two at most to track him down. If not, then Featherstone will take great pleasure in killing me for that instead.” I frown at this shit.
Oscar surprises me with a kiss to my cheek, “I’m pleased with your confidence, baby girl. We’re going to tear these bastards down,” he growls in my ear.
He hasn’t stopped twirling the ring on my finger since we got back. It’s my grandmother’s wedding ring, and I almost cried at the emotion and memories it holds. A magical, vintage art deco inspired French platinum ring, with a petalled setting for the beautifully cut diamond. The slim tapered shoulders only enhance the gem, while also giving it an elegant finish.
Jewelry has never been my thing, at all, but this ring represents more than just the legality, there are a lot of emotions tied to it as well. Which I’ll make time to process eventually. My eyes flicker to Parker’s hand, where my grandfather's ring sits. A classic platinum court wedding ring, which looks like it was always meant to be placed on his tattooed ring finger.
When we were FaceTiming the ceremony earlier, there was an ache in Oscar’s eyes I hadn’t seen before. I was a little relieved when we had to cut our lunch with my grandmother short. I don’t like the reason why though. I’d rather The Games weren’t moved to November, but my Oscar, my big mouth, needs me.
Relaxing further into Oscar’s lap, I keep my hand in Parker’s which rests on Roman’s lap, and my gaze on Kai sitting on the coffee table. Leaning my head on Oscar’s shoulder, he wraps his arm around me, refusing to drop my hands as he continues to roll the ring between his fingers. A part of me wants to be irritated with the action, but I can see the comfort it brings him.
The silence that surrounds us as we enjoy each other’s company is bliss, as the sun sets through the floor-length windows.
“Let’s forget all the shit for now, baby girl,” Oscar murmurs, loud enough for everyone to hear. “We’re all safe in here, so why don’t we focus on what actually matters today? Not what they’re distracting us with?”
Goosebumps flair up my neck where his breath skates across my skin, and it continues to blow my mind how the smallest of caresses from one of them has my body reacting so much.
“And what is that?” I ask, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear them say it.
“Guys, I think our Sakura needs a reminder,” Kai says, surprising me. Leaning towards me, from his spot on the coffee table, he strokes his finger over the lace midsection of my dress. Sending a shiver down my spine as he winks at me.
“A reminder? Of what?” I’m confused. Glancing around them all, there’s a wicked gleam in their eyes, and I’m definitely slow at catching up.
“I agree, Kai,” Roman adds, his grip on mine and Parker’s hands in his lap tightening. “Our girl needs an official claiming after today.”
Oscar’s mouth finds my neck, his lips tipping up against my skin in agreement with Roman’s words.
“What do you say, baby girl? Today hasn’t really happened unless we consummate it.” I roll my eyes at his thought process, but I can’t stop the slightest moan from passing my lips as he continues to trail kisses all over my neck.
“I can’t deal with Oscar being right so much at the minute,” Roman groans, moving his hand to squeeze my thigh. My eyes shut on their own accord as my head tilts further back.
“Let’s take care of our, Mrs. Steele,” Parker adds, and I’m fucking lost to them.
Without warning, Oscar’s hands drop to my waist, lifting me off his lap slightly to turn and face him. My thighs come down on either side of his, with Roman to my left. Oscar’s blue eyes hold me captive as his fingers dig into my hips, holding me in place.
I don’t know who leans into who first, but our lips meet in the middle as
we slowly burn each other’s touch to memory. My fingers rake through his sexy blonde hair, gripping hold as I take more and more from him. I feel his hard cock beneath me, and there’s no holding myself back as I grind against him.
Moans fill my ears, but I can’t tell you who they belong to. A hand strokes down my back, and I know it’s not Oscar’s because he still has one holding my hip and the other cupping my chin.
“So beautiful, Princess,” Roman murmurs beside me.
Pulling back a little from Oscar, my thumb strokes over his swollen lips as my eyes take a moment to focus. Finally, able to see through the sexual fog, I turn my gaze to the left, and my breath catches in my throat at the pure need on Roman’s face. His hooded eyes rake over me as his chest rises in rapid succession.
His lips crash to mine, taking everything from me just as I did from Oscar. Someone unzips my off-white dress, baring my skin to the cool air. The delicate stroke down my spine tells me it’s Kai undressing me, making me need Parker too. I need all of my Aceholes touching me right now.
“Parker,” I breathe out against Roman’s lips, but he must already know because light kisses trace over my right arm.
Holy Fuck. Having them all touch me at once is like fireworks, and I never want it to end.
“Somebody sort the mattresses out. My baby girl needs spreading out,” Oscar grunts pressing his cock against my core, grinding me against him harder.
The kisses down my arm and the caresses on my back stop as I hear Kai and Parker rush to pull my mattress out and bring Roman’s over. I really just need to buy a giant bed.
Roman pulls his mouth from mine as he stands from the sofa. Coming up behind me, in between Oscar’s legs, he slowly pulls the straps of my dress down my arms. Revealing my bare pierced nipples to Oscar, whose grin widens with pleasure.
“Rome, look at these jeweled babies,” Oscar whispers, as his thumb teases against my pebbled peaks. Without wasting another moment, his lips close around my nipple to his left, his tongue swirling, forcing a groan from my lips.
Roman leaves my dress to fall at my waist as his hand trails over my ribs to cup my left breast, rubbing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. My back arches with the pleasure that rolls through my body, and Roman doesn’t miss an opportunity to bite down on my shoulder.
“Fuck,” I moan, as Oscar chooses that moment to sink his teeth into my breast. I hiss as the bite takes over my senses, the lick of pain running straight to my core.
A thump draws my attention to the right, seeing Kai and Parker arrange both of the mattresses for us. They catch me staring, and what a sight I must be with Oscar and Roman devouring me. The want on their faces, darkening their eyes, only makes me want more.
“Bring her over,” Parker calls out, as I watch him slowly start to undo the buttons on his white shirt.
Roman’s mouth leaves my skin as he looks in Parker’s direction. Oscar does the same, releasing my nipple with a pop, as we all stare at Parker shedding his clothes.
What a fucking sight.
My eyes instantly fall to his new tattoo, as I take him in. My bloodline tattoo, still red and sore but so bold, and the meaning behind them all getting it, heightens my lust.
Forcing Roman back so I can stand, Oscar’s grip loosens and my dress pools at my feet. I feel all of their eyes rake over me, as I slowly make my way to Parker, without a stitch of clothing on.
“Baby girl, do you ever wear a bra and panties?”
“Why would I add another layer between my body and yours?” I throw back with a grin as I sink to my knees in front of Parker. As he takes out his cufflinks and drops his shirt to the floor, I make myself useful and unfasten the button on his pants.
“What the fuck?” I moan, as my eyes take in his cock in my face, no boxer briefs blocking my view, as I slowly unzip his pants, teasing him like he’s teased me in this shirt all day.
“Like you said, angel. One less thing in the way.” He grins down at me, until I slowly drag my tongue up his hard length, making him throw his head back in pleasure. A curse leaves his lips in the midst of a moan, as I wrap my mouth around him.
Wanting to give him more, I pull his pants down to his feet and slowly drag my nails up his thighs, taking him deeper into my mouth. Hollowing out my cheeks, I suck on him like a lollipop, and the grunts that tumble from his lips only makes me do it more.
Suddenly lifted in the air with an arm around my waist, Roman growls in my ear. “Princess, you’re going to have him coming too quickly, and we don’t want that yet, do we?” I can feel his bare chest against my back, as his other hand strokes circles around my belly button.
My feet still aren’t touching the floor as I realize they’re all undressed. How did I miss that? Clearly, I was too busy enjoying Parker’s dick in my mouth, and now I have four wanting my attention. I wet my lips as I try to decide where to start.
“Kai, come taste our wife,” Roman says, maintaining his hold on me, as his other hand trails down to slide through my folds. Holy shit, that feels so good. “Fuck, Kai, you better make it quick, she’s dripping.”
Not needing to be told twice, Kai is instantly on his knees in front of me. His arms go under my thighs resting them on his shoulders as his tongue caresses my entrance. Mixed with the press of Roman’s cock in my back, I’m flying.
I can’t help the moans that pass my lips, as he sucks my clit into his mouth, his teeth grazing across the sensitive nub. My eyes can barely stay open, but I spot Oscar and Parker as they step up on each side of Kai and simultaneously bite down on my nipples, tugging my piercings, making my cries louder.
My head falls back on Roman’s chest, as their onslaught on my body increases. The licks and nips on my nipples and against my clit sending me higher and higher. As Kai’s tongue circles my clit, he slowly thrust two fingers into my core, and I know I’m not going to last much longer.
“You’re so close, Princess, I can feel it. Your muscles are tightening, and your pulse is thumping. Open your eyes and watch them make you cum,” Roman murmurs in my ear, as his grip on my waist tightens.
I’m lost to the bite in my skin from his grip and the press of his cock against me. Mixed with the tugging on my piercings shooting heat straight to my center, it only adds to Kai’s unrelenting touch at my core. Grinding my hips against his face as he rubs against my g-spot, my fingers wrap in his dark hair, pulling him closer as I explode against him.
None of them stop until they're sure I’ve ridden out every last drop of my orgasm, leaving me spent and weak in Roman’s arms. My forehead is sticky with sweat as Oscar swipes the loose tendrils of hair out of my face.
“Sit her on my dick, Rome. I need to feel her,” Oscar says with a grin as he sits on the mattresses. Without question, Roman places me exactly as he wants, my knees coming to rest on either side of Oscar as he pulls my core straight onto his thick length.
“Fuck,” I moan at the sensitivity, but he gives me a moment to adjust. Roman comes to stand at my side with his cock pointing in my direction. Opening wide, I take him deep into my mouth as my hands rest on Oscar’s shoulders for leverage, lifting myself up I sink back down on his cock, and his eyes roll back in ecstasy.
Humming around Roman’s cock, I look up to see the fire in his hooded gaze, as he rests his hand on the back of my head. Hands cup my breasts from behind, as kisses are trailed down my spine. Catching a glimpse of dark ruffled hair, I know it’s Kai.
Oscar takes over my movements, his fingers marking the flesh at my hips as he lifts me up and down on his cock. While Roman thrusts into my mouth and Kai cradles me from behind, his dick nestled between my ass cheeks as his hands touch me everywhere.
Parker, where’s Parker?
“Holy shit,” Roman mutters, releasing his cock from my mouth and turning my head around.
Holy shit is right, when I see Parker slightly crouched at my other side with the tip of his cock in Oscar’s mouth. I can see Oscar’s brain working overtime as he considers the we
ight on his tongue. Kneeling up a little more, I bring my tongue to lick where his lips touch Parker. They both moan in sync and Oscar’s grip on my hips tightens as he thrusts up into me.
Leaning closer to Oscar’s ear, as Kai continues to twist my nipples between his fingers, I whisper, “Do you want to taste my Parker Parker?” I ask, and he groans in response. It turns me on watching him experiment, losing his larger than life persona to let someone else take the lead.
Deciding these are my guys, and this is my show, I take control. Placing a kiss to his damp neck, I lift off him completely. He takes the hint and kneels in front of Parker, who stands just off the mattress back at his full height. Turning to my right a little, I know I’ll have the perfect view from here.
“Rome, fuck me, baby,” I murmur. “Kai, get your cock in my mouth like this.”
No one argues as Oscar tests how much of Parker’s length he can take, and it’s hot as fuck. Roman surprises me, peppering kisses over my shoulder blade as he lines himself up at my entrance, from behind. I expect him to go slow, so I’m taken back by the power behind his thrust. Kai cuts off my moan with his cock filling my mouth.
Watching beads of sweat form on Parker’s head, as he watches Oscar, is so raw I’m mesmerized. Oscar cups his balls with one hand, clearly picking up on what Parker enjoys. Running my hands around to the globes of Kai’s ass, I thrust him deeper, matching the brutal pace Roman has set.
This is all too much for my senses, I can’t get enough of the ecstasy in front of me, as Roman and Kai fill me, bringing me close to the edge all over again.
“Fuck, Oscar,” Parker grunts, gripping his blonde hair. Which only encourages Oscar to take him deeper, bringing his other hand to stroke over Parker’s ass. “Fuck. Fuck. I’m gonna cum Oscar, let go.”
