“So am I,” Ethan shot back, grabbing my hand and squeezing it around his length. Fuck, he was thick. I didn’t really need his direction, his mouth falling open and his eyes going wide as I took over the job, tracing the head and shaft through the thin fabric, then peeling it back to reveal him in the flesh.
“That’s really what you want?” Shaun asked, having unclipped his seatbelt, and pressed his body against mine. His hands slid around, teasing my nipples, sending sharp bolts of electricity straight into my clit. “We’ll make it happen if you do, but fuck…”
He was asking me relevant, important questions, but I couldn’t seem to register them right now.
“Oh fuck, don’t do that,” Ethan panted out as I licked my lips, staring down at his cock.
Big cocks like Axel’s, there was something exciting about them. Kinda the way Edmund Hillary felt when he was about to climb Everest. Like, you were about to attempt something miraculous but weren’t too sure about the end result. But these? I leaned back, wrapping my hand around the base of Ethan’s cock and giving it a stroke, then with the other hand, doing the same to Shaun.
Afterwards, I liked to tell myself that this was just the heat, but really, that state was just giving me permission to do whatever the hell I wanted, to stroke those two thick cocks, listening to their rough pants of breath as I did so. Axel abruptly pulled the car over, then he turned around in his seat and grinned when he saw what I was up to.
“What a fucking queen…” he said in a tone that damn near smacked of reverence. “Working those boys over, making them pant for you.” His smile grew and grew. “You’re gonna stalk in there and own the fucking place, put half the club on their knees for you. Get them hard, so fucking hard, right to the point of wanting to come, and then stop.”
“Fuck, I’m almost there already,” Ethan hissed, grabbing my wrist and stopping me, then unclipping his seatbelt and surging forward. He grabbed my chin with strong fingers, slamming his lips down on mine.
For a minute, that was all there was, his hard, nipping mouth, wanting entry and demanding it, his tongue snaking out to capture mine with a nimbleness that made me wonder what it would be like if he kissed me somewhere else.
“Keep going,” Ethan whispered when he pulled back, me just staring blankly at him, then his eyes slid to where my hand was still wrapped around Shaun’s cock. Ethan watched it move, swivelling slowly up and down Shaun’s length, the man himself clawing at the car seat.
“Maybe not. Getting close,” Shaun ground out.
“Keep going,” Ethan insisted, a cruel edge to his smile.
My focus shifted back to Shaun, and I saw the tension thrumming in his body, but he didn’t push my hand away. As if in reward for my persistence, fingers slid to the hem of my shorts, already pushed up by our contortions on the backseat. When my eyes locked with Ethan’s, there was a question there waiting.
“You want to do this for real, you don’t want to let your head get in the way of what you need. You need to centre here” —a finger slid across my cloth covered seam— “just until your heat is over. Let your body do the talking for just one night.” Ethan’s hand crawled over to my bare thigh, edging under my shorts. “Tomorrow, you can come back to yourself, but tonight?” He waited until I nodded, sliding his fingers up and under the garment, over my hot skin, then pushed his whole hand in, cupping my mound. A finger slid out, tracing the very edge of the lips there, just a little featherlight touch. “Drive him mad and I’ll do the same to you, then we’ll walk into that club and make everyone in it feel the damn same.”
“I’m too close,” Shaun ground out as I turned to him, but his eyes took in the way my lips fell open as soon as Ethan pushed his fingers inside me. Oh. Fuck. Yes. But to relieve Shaun’s tension, my grip loosened, my fingers just trailing along his cock rather than jacking it. “Not helping…” he growled, and it wasn’t. His cock was diamond hard, starting to twitch a little, something Axel noted as well.
“Just a couple more strokes,” Axel coaxed. “Fuck, you sound juicy, love.” He referred to the lewd sounds coming from where Ethan’s fingers were buried, curling up now and pressing hard on my G-spot. “That’s it.” My thighs spread wider, wanting Ethan harder, deeper, something Shaun knew all about, if his rapid pants were anything to go by. “Just until I count to five,” Axel insisted. “One, two, three…”
My eyes met Shaun’s, and I could see a pleasure-pain in his eyes that had to be echoed within my own, the time Axel took to count down feeling like an age. We were caught on a knife’s edge, wanting for it to slice down and knowing what would happen if it did.
“Five,” Axel said finally and when Ethan’s hand jerked free of me, mine did from Shaun. For a second, he just panted, mastering himself before grabbing me and dragging me upwards and on top of him, kissing me with everything he had.
“Fucking hell,” Shaun ground out. “I need in you tonight. I’ll fuck you in front of the whole town, all those blokes stroking their cocks, if that’s what it takes. I need you, Bec. Seriously need you.”
I stopped, pulled away slightly, and just stared for a second, taking in all the way his body communicated what he’d just said even more eloquently.
“And I needed to hear that,” I replied, stroking my hand down his face. “You’ve been amazing, supporting me through all this, but that…I want to hear that.”
“Yeah?” Something messy, something real, broke through all that calm Shaun usually
displayed, quickly followed by a smile. His arm tightened around me. “Well, you’re about to hear a whole lot more about it then.” He ran his nose down my neck, then released me. “Now, we’re here. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
“But if you do, greedy girl, we’ll be with you every step of the way,” Axel chimed in.
I looked out the windshield of the car, saw a nondescript building with a couple of shirtless guys at the front door, acting as bouncers, and then nodded.
“Let’s do this thing.”
Chapter 18
We’ve been here before, my Tirian said, which was a really weird thing to say, but I didn’t spend too long thinking about that. My body felt heavy, my mind full of a muzzy sense of wellbeing. They’d primed me, teasing me in the car as I teased them, making my steps feel long and loose as I walked towards the club. With my men. Yeah, they were mine, for now, at least. They flanked me, a solid presence at my back, by my sides, and that was when the déjà vu kicked in.
Very, very occasionally, I’d have these little brain glitches, seeing a world that wasn’t mine, a culture just as alien, see people overlaying those I was serving at work or talking to at a party, particularly when at home in Melville. It was disconcerting, especially at my job, leaving me open-mouthed and searching for words before the real world would reassert itself, but as my doctor had said when I went to get checked out, it didn’t cause me any issues. I had no delusions, didn’t spend endless hours ruminating on it, so he just said to ignore it. So when I started to get flickers of things on the edge of my perception, that was what I did.
“You’re gonna bring her in here?”