by A. J. Macey
If I don’t have a cock buried within me in the next few minutes, I might scream.
And not from pleasure.
Ciar
Chase had given me control easily when I pressed against the partition of our shared mind, able to feel the need that flared as I watched Kiera squirm under Garrett’s hand. I hated these bastards but seeing Kiera melt into a puddle was well worth the annoyance of dealing with them. The longer I watched, the more I found myself appreciating how Garrett handled Kiera and how she responded to his commands. While Chase and Brooks felt comfortable enough to share, I had never considered it, but the longer this went on, the more the urge to join them built.
To use Garrett and their dynamic to bring Kiera to release under my directive.
I was stiff as steel, aching to bury into her, but as much as I wanted to do that, I held back. I wouldn’t take away her time with Garrett. If I let him finish, she’ll be putty in my hands. Each moan and gasp she made tested my patience, but Chase and I weren’t known as Skill Shot for nothing, so I waited. Finally, she couldn’t take anymore, pleading to be fucked, and that’s when I moved.
“You don’t want to pay back Garrett, Dove?” I murmured, glancing at Garrett who was eying me with a narrowed, suspicious gaze.
“How would I do that, Ciar?” She nearly slurred her words, eyes dazed and pink splashed across her cheeks in her arousal.
“I do know you’re pretty talented with that mouth, so why don’t you wrap those lips around him, hm?” The coaxing in my voice might sound teasing to some, but my Dove recognized it as the command it really was. Garrett picked up on my plan, unzipping his jeans the rest of the way. Kiera’s gaze narrowed, but she didn’t argue, choosing to shrug and slip to the floor between Garrett’s knees. Dove didn’t wait, slurping Garrett up immediately, but I tangled my hand in her hair and pulled her back.
“Did I say you could suck him off yet?” I whispered in her ear. She chuckled, the melodic sound breathy as she realized what was happening.
I promised to pay her back for her sassy behavior, and that’s exactly what I was doing.
“He’s not the only one who gives you commands, Dove. Isn’t that right? So, how about I fuck that ass? I know how much you love that,” I quoted.
She glanced up, her glazed eyes holding a hint of excitement, and her lips parted as she waited. Smirking, I kissed her hard, not caring that she had just had her mouth wrapped around another cock. Digging into the hidden compartment of the coffee table, I pulled out the small bottle of lube.
“Now you can suck him off, Dove, while I get you ready for me,” I told her, letting go of her hair. She immediately resumed her pace on Garrett, his gaze fixed on her bobbing head. Working my clothes off, I watched the two of them just like Brooks and Stone were doing. Brooks sat slightly behind me, looking like a king atop his throne, while Stone was a few feet down the couch, his free hand strangling the fabric of the cushion. Both men pumped and stroked slowly, dragging out the pleasure and enjoying the show. All three of us watched Garrett and Kiera with rapt attention and heated eyes.
I squirted some of the lube into my palm, running it over my cock as I knelt behind Kiera. Her ass was bright red, and the fingerprints scattered on her ass and thighs urged me to take her, but I restrained myself. When I was ready, I circled my thumb around the tight ring of her ass, massaging the bud before slipping in. Working slowly, I stretched her with my thumb before switching to two fingers.
When she grew impatient with me only using my fingers, she pulled off Garrett, pumping her hand over him and glaring over her shoulder. My grin grew at the anger in her eyes, her spark fueling my own fire. Taking my fingers out, I wiped them on my discarded shirt and gripped her hips. I lined up, staring at her until she turned back to Garrett. As soon as she started to bob her head, I inched forward.
Fuck. My eyes rolled back as I sank farther in. The tight ring of muscles squeezed me deliciously, the pressure and slick heat encompassing my cock as I bottomed out. As much as I tried to keep myself contained, not to move roughly, I couldn’t stop myself. Kiera cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into Garrett’s thighs. His moan mixed with hers, nearly echoing off the hard surfaces and tall ceilings.
I started to grow dizzy, that edge of lightheadedness hitting me with the flood of arousal the more I pumped into her, and Chase nudged me in an offer to take over. While I wanted to come deep within her, I also wanted this to last for her, and at the rate I was going, I would finish way before we were done with her. So, much to my reluctance, I gave control to Chase.
I may no longer hold control, but I can definitely enjoy the view.
Kiera
“You’re just dripping, Kittycat,” Chase whispered, cluing me in to the change of their personalities. His fingers slipped between my legs, the tips coming back soaked from the pool of my own juices coating the inside of my thighs. “Why don’t we fill that pussy, then. I’m sure Garrett’s just aching to sink into you.”
Without warning, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. The surprise movement had me gasping. My head whipped around to look over my shoulder, and I gaped at Chase. He was smiling brightly, very pleased with himself. Not only did he hold me suspended off the ground while staying seated inside me, he stood and carried me a couple steps forward to where Garrett was seated in front of me. Realizing what he was doing, I spread my legs and straddled Garrett’s lap as Chase set me down. Garrett’s emerald gaze was heated, his eyes trailing over my chest before looking up to me.
“Can’t say I’m mad about this situation,” I murmured, leaning forward and kissing Garrett. Needing more, I sank down immediately on his cock. My eyes rolled back as the rungs of his piercing rubbed against me, pressing into where I was already being stretched by Chase.
Instead of riding him like I wanted to, my muscles tensed and relaxed as I fully settled onto him, letting them set the pace. It started slowly, warming me up to being stretched until it was almost painful. Picking up the speed, Garrett and Chase shifted from moving oppositely from each other, to pumping in tandem.
My release built quickly, the wash of pleasure growing in my lower belly until I was panting between them. I didn’t know what fell from my lips, my lustful fog thickening until I was a puddle of desire. Starting to tighten around Garrett, I neared my release quickly, but when he sucked one of my peaked nipples into his mouth, I was gone. I cried out, coming hard enough that I barely caught myself from slumping against Garrett’s chest as my body gave out.
Garrett didn’t slow, thrusting up roughly. Chase, on the other hand, moved leisurely, his fingers trailing over my thighs. The softness of his touch left a trail of goosebumps in its wake, and with Garrett’s ruthless pace, the mix ignited another orgasm. This time though, when I clamped around Garrett, I brought him to release.
I wasn’t sure how Chase knew, but right as Garrett came, Chase lifted me off and set me on Garrett’s thighs. When my pussy was emptied, Chase’s movements shifted. No longer was it slow and gentle but hard and unforgiving. The power with his pumping hips had me clawing at Garrett’s chest to stay upright. My moans were cut off, muffled when Chase’s hand came around and gripped my throat just tight enough to cut my air intake slightly.
Everything was heightened, a rush of adrenaline making every thrust, touch, and surge of pleasure that flooded my core amplified as Chase restricted my breathing. My racing heart pounded in my ears, growing louder, my eyes rolling back as I melted right there on Garrett’s lap. Right when I thought it was almost too much to handle, Chase released, his cock spurting deep within me. Gulping air, I tried to calm my galloping heart.
Chase peppered my shoulder blades with kisses as he slipped out before stepping away. Kissing Garrett one more time, I stood from his lap and waited until I steadied as my legs wobbled. I had just straightened when I felt the brush of a soft T-shirt on my back. I didn’t need to look to know it was Brooks, his golden tanned skin appearing as he cupped my tits.
“My turn, Baby,” he whispered, his beard rough against the skin of my neck. “But then again, my enforcer still hasn’t gotten off. What do you plan on doing to make up for that?”
“Easy,” I said softly, pulling away from Brooks to strut to where Stone sat in the corner of the sectional. Absently, I noted Garrett and Chase moving to sit in the armchairs, ready to watch the show. Kneeling between Stone’s legs, I ran my palms over his muscled thighs.
“Stone loves my mouth, more so than anyone here.” Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against his. “Likes to put me in my place that way,” I whispered, reminding him of what he had accidentally let slip all those months ago when we first met.
“Someone has to with that sassy mouth,” Stone countered with a smirk. His palms ran over my arms and across my shoulder blade before his fingers tangled in my hair. Letting him guide me, I lowered my head, opening my mouth for his cock.
“Hot damn, Baby, you look sexy as hell with that pussy on display for me,” Brooks nearly purred. His whiskey smooth tone was husky and thick with heat as he slipped in behind me. Grabbing ahold of one ass cheek, Brooks moaned, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. “So wet for us.” A shiver wracked my body at being filled once more, Stone’s tight grip on my hair adding to the tension.
Me and my greedy pussy could abso-fucking-lutely get used to this sex sharing thing.
Stone
My cock was so hard it ached; watching Kiera with the others was torturous. When first presented with the thought of sharing her, I was reluctant, worried about being in this kind of dynamic with the men I was so close to. As we got started though, I found myself growing comfortable, more open to seeing our dynamic grow. Especially with the threat of death looming over us. Knowing our future might be cut short, I was glad I’d quickly reconsidered.
Thank fuck too, because with her lips wrapped around my cock, I was slowly starting to drown in ecstasy. The little moans and whimpers she made as Brooks pounded into her were muffled as I guided her head up and down. With each pass, she swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, bringing me closer to release.
Mossy eyes stared up at me from under her lashes, and two pink patches bloomed on her tanned cheeks. Kiera was fucking beautiful, inside and out. Even with that feisty attitude and smart mouth, seeing her look up at me with such passion and pleasure in her gaze made me fall that much harder for her.
But when she started to hum, the vibration running over my cock, my sappy thoughts vanished. In their wake was nothing but fire, my balls quickly starting to tighten as she deep throated me. She took over the pace, bobbing faster in time with Brooks’s thrusts, my hands leaving her tresses to fist the cushions. An orgasm whipped its way through her as her humming turned to a muffled cry. Seeing her release shaking her body, I finally approached that edge. A groan rumbled in my chest as my cock twitched, the pressure finally becoming too much.
My cum shot into Kiera’s mouth as she slowed. Waves of almost painful shudders washed over me. My hips bucked sending my cock surging deeper into Kiera’s mouth as I rode out my own pleasure. Brooks cussed, yanking back and coming across her ass.
We all panted for a moment, trying to catch our breaths after our threesome. Chase stood, walking over to his shirt and picking it up. Coming up to us, he started to clean her skin, shaking his head at Brooks who had flopped back onto the couch in a huff.
“Can’t even bother to clean her up, Boss? We’ll have to work on your manners next time,” Chase chastised playfully. Everyone chuckled softly while Kiera burst out laughing. The lighthearted sound made me smile, and my grin only grew when she flopped onto me in a heap with a groan.
“I’m tired. Let’s all go upstairs to the master and get comfy in a Christmas cuddle puddle before I pass out. Though, someone has to carry me to bed,” she grumbled. “Merry Christmas, boys.” Her words softened until they were barely audible, lips brushing against my skin. Everyone echoed the sentiment, looking at our girl with a smile. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, I glanced down at Kiera too, knowing I had a grin just like the rest of them. She hummed with a contented sigh, eyes drifting closed. Before any of us could start to move up to the master suite, she was sound asleep.
Merry Christmas indeed.
Chapter 18
December 25th
Christmas Day - Early Morning
Garrett
The roads were empty, Reno quiet in the wake of the holiday. The cold wind whipped around me, keeping my mind settled as I rode around aimlessly. I hadn’t been able to sleep after our time together. My thoughts were too cluttered to calm enough for sleep even with Kiera in my arms. Riding helped, the passing landscape and wind on my face was meditative, allowing me to zone out and let my body finally settle enough to think clearly. The quiet of the road and the way the scenery blended together was almost a sort of white noise. Ever since I’d first gotten a bike, this had been the quickest escape from the ugly parts of life. After another little while, I pulled over to the side of the dirt road.
As soon as the kickstand was down and I could relax back from the handlebars, I reached into my pocket. The soft material of the ring box met my fingers from where I had it stashed inside my jacket. The box itself wasn’t that special, a typical black velvet outside with a creamy satin interior. I stared at the ring, unable to look away as the thought of Kiera wearing it hit me with an almost stinging pang of need.
The band was a faded gold, the years of wear almost non-existent with how well maintained it had been. A large square diamond in the center was crystal clear, the facets sparkling in the light. Two rubies sat on either side, and the swirl of gold metal holding them to the band was decorated with tiny diamonds. Each time I looked at this, I appreciated its beauty more.
But will Kiera like it?
That was the question I had been asking myself since I had found it at an auction when I was twenty, right after Kiera had left Frankie’s house for good. Five years I had held onto this, Kiera’s nickname engraved on the inside of the band. She was it for me, ever since I had walked into Frankie's posh mansion and saw her for the first time. I had spent years telling myself that we would never happen, that she didn't want me like that. Once she did want me, I ruined it, like I had worried I would. Now though, we were back together, and I wasn't going to lose her again.
But will she say yes?
I went back and forth, debating whether I should take the risk today. Propose for Christmas, possibly our one and only. With that thought in mind, I knew the answer.
I wasn't going to lose the chance now that I had it.
Grinning absently, I closed the box and tucked it back into my jacket, but before I could kick up the stand to my bike, a black SUV careened to a stop next to me.
What the fuck? I thought, my heart starting to race as I tried to get my kickstand up, but they were faster. Jumping from the vehicle, four men ran over. Realizing there was no time to get my bike going, I climbed off, kicking out when they got closer. I got some hits in, but they quickly overpowered me, dragging me into the back. My adrenaline pumped when a needle pricked my neck despite my fighting. I saw a familiar face, and my stomach dropped, my vision dimming quickly as I succumbed to whatever drug they had given me.
"Hello, Garrett," Jace murmured with a cruel and crooked smile.
Fuck.
Nausea rolled through me as I shifted, coming back to consciousness with no idea of how long it had been. When I tried to move, I found my wrists, chest, and ankles bound. Forcing myself to push past the fog, I opened my eyes and glanced around. I was secured to a metal chair in a concrete room, but I wasn’t alone. Jace and Frankie stood a few feet from me, their cold calculating gazes glaring down at my seated form.
“Finally awake, I see,” Frankie murmured, his tone filled with judgement, as if I should have woken myself up from being drugged earlier.
What a fucking bastard.
“Fuck you,” I spouted, the words slightly slurred as th
e drug lingered in my system.
The stinging backhand came next, no doubt because of my defiance, but I didn’t care. Laughing, I focused on Jace who was fixing his shirt sleeve and then switched my attention to Frankie, my cheek throbbing with the stretch of my smile.
“You’re both as good as dead,” I told them. “When Kiera gets here, oh you’ll wish you had never laid a hand on her.”
“My daughter is nothing more than a nuisance, and her association with The Aces is a threat to the livelihood of my empire,” Frankie countered dismissively. “When she gets here, she’ll either do as I say and go back to work, or she’ll find other arrangements with someone more suited to handle such behavior.”
His wave was directed at Jace whose smirk was pleased, and I felt the nausea grow. Kiera will never be under the thumb of her father again, nor will she submit to Jace, I thought vehemently. She won’t have to, I reminded myself, snarling at them. Frankie simply hummed, unimpressed, before turning toward the door.
“He’s all yours.” The door slammed closed behind him. Once his boss was gone, Jace trained his gaze on me, a smile spreading over his scarred face. I inhaled a deep breath and readied myself for what I knew was coming.
I wouldn’t break, not when Kiera’s safety was on the line. Jace would have to kill me if he wanted my Kitten.
Kiera
I was deliciously sore as I stretched for the second time that morning, having woken up a few hours ago surrounded by my men. When I went to curl into Garrett’s chest, I found his spot empty. My eyes popped open, scanning the room. Chase was on the opposite side of me, snoring ever so slightly while I heard the shower running in the en suite. Crawling out of bed, I grabbed my robe and tossed it on.