His dad raged, and then he had to move away.
It’s been weird without him and Prudence.
“Are you ignoring me because you don’t think we’ll be friends?” Maxim badgers, and I turn to him. There’s this hope in his eyes, like he knows we have a connection.
One I’ll never broach.
“Yeah, Maxim, I do.”
When I reach the same area, I can’t help but settle on top of it, staring at the starry sky. There’s no smoke here like the township and school, when the fires are going. It’s beautiful and dark but not pitch black, and the stars shine brightly.
After a few minutes, I wonder if I should have hidden more.
Maxim always told me this place was safe. We would hang out here for hours, and no one could ever find us. Now, that I’m here again, I wonder how much of that was a figment of my childhood imagination rather than factual.
“Lux?” Just calls out. His voice isn’t too loud, but it carries. I don’t know how I know it’s him. I just do. While him and Pru are identical twins, their voices are completely different. Not just that but their tastes, facial expressions, and idealisms too.
“Here,” I respond, wanting him to find me. I wonder if I knew all those years ago that I’d have feelings for not one, or two, but several guys.
Ross is a hard spot for me. We’ve always had a connection that scares me. No matter who ruffles our feather or tries coming between us, it’s always been us.
We’re inseparable and strong.
That is, until I fucked Jordan, and Ross took that as a jab.
In a way, it is.
He’s wanted me for years, and I’ve wanted him too. We’ve double-teamed on many occasions but never fooled around as much as we’ve both wanted it. Ruining us was never in the cards for me. He means too much.
He doesn’t want to see that, though, which is a big issue. My intentions were to save us, but it seems to have separated us and created the biggest wedge known to man.
“There you are,” Just says, coming toward me.
Fuck, I missed him. It’s weird, since I hate him, but him being gone and Jordan and Colt... hell, everyone, it’s been hard.
Maybe it’s just human connection I’ve missed. That must be it.
“Hiding,” I admit, though it’s obvious.
“I bet. They’re looking for you all.”
“Where are Colt and Jordan?” The question leaves quickly, too quickly, showing my cards. I’m getting rusty on the don’t show or tell I’ve mastered.
He smiles. “I saw them in the hall. It seems Colt is panicking, and he’s talking to her, but I’m sure they’ll make themselves show soon, especially before they send the cavalry.”
“When are you going to tell her?”
He knows what I’m talking about without having to ask. It’s the blessing of knowing him for so many years. He’s not stupid.
“She’ll hate me and Pru, and he really loves her.”
I shake my head. “He can get in line. There are several others in love with her.”
“What, like you?” he teases, coming to lie next to me.
“Yeah,” I admit, staring back at the sky. Some clouds have come overhead, and I stare at them, thinking of the first time I ever wanted to kiss Justice Krane.
“Why didn’t you ever make a move on me?”
He turns to me. We’re both facing each other, our eyes and mouths barely apart.
“Why didn’t you?” he breathes, and I feel it tickle my lips.
“Scared.”
He chuckles. It’s deep and honeyed. “I thought Maxim would kill me.”
With his words swirling in my head, I lean forward and taste his mouth.
A month ago, when we tongue-fucked out of hate, I’d say that was our only mode.
Hate.
Hate.
Hate.
The over-abundance of it overwhelmed me often, but now, while our tongues tease each other and our hands grasp for control, I realize much like Jordan, our hate is wrongly fueled.
We pull apart, and I think of his words again.
“Wait, you wouldn’t make a move on me, but you fucked my boyfriend behind my back?” It takes a minute for the annoyance to register, but it isn’t as heavy as a month ago.
“If I couldn’t have you, I didn’t want him to either, but it seems that worked so fucking great anyway,” he complains, sitting up.
“Guess you’re going to have to prove how much you wanted me then, huh?”
He stares at me in anticipation, and then he’s grabbing my throat and forcing me back onto the grass. Not a moment later, he’s straddling me. My dick hardens, and his presses against it.
We groan in unison as we grind together, our bodies creating a beautiful friction.
“I’ll show you, Lux.”
His other hand snakes down my slacks, slipping underneath. He grips my shaft, his fingers wrapping around the rigid flesh as he grinds into me. Our lips battle for dominance, but when his hand cups my balls, the groan I let out makes him smile against my mouth.
“Like that, Lux?”
I grunt in response, wanting to push him away and pull him close at the same time. I hate what he does to me and that I like it as much as I abhor every second.
Jordan
Lux grips the back of Justice's messy hair, forcing their lips together once more. I watched them from afar, approaching like a hunter, ready to pounce. Lux flips them over where he’s on top now, and as if Justice can't help but cry out in lust, he growls like a wounded animal. A groan rumbles deep inside me in response.
Their teeth gnash, almost like animals but less gratuitous. It's all I'm craving, both their surrender, their animalistic loss of control all while heeling to me.
“You know, partying without the host is kind of a dick move,” I taunt.
I’ve never seen two people move quicker or look guiltier than these two. They stare at me.
“By all means, I’m enjoying the show.”
If there was more light, I’m sure Lux would be blushing. While my guy doesn’t get embarrassed often, he’s kissing someone other than me, doing more if you see the way his slacks are parted.
Especially Just.
The one person I told him I didn’t want him fucking.
“Is there a reason you’re being a freak and watching?” Just grunts.
I laugh lowly, thinking of the audacity this guy has. Lux is mine.
“I like watching,” I state plainly, not lying at all. “Plus, if my man is tongue-fucking someone, I’d rather watch than find out later.”
Lux starts to stand.
I stop him. “Don’t go being shy, babe,” I further taunt with my words. “Start undressing him.”
Justice shakes his head. “Nope.”
“Why, Jay?” I mock his nickname. “Scared you’ll enjoy fucking two guys?”
“Two?” Lux coughs over the question.
“Yeah, my dick in you, yours in him.”
Justice lets out a cough that is partially laughter. “Why the fuck not? We’re in the middle of the woods on a fucking Estate that’s determined to kill us all. Might as well get off while we’re at it.” After a pause, his voice full of intention, Justice asks, “What say you, Lux?”
“There’s no lube or condoms. Do you know how much getting fucked hurts without prep? We haven’t fucked in weeks,” Lux directs at me.
“I’ve got lube in my wallet,” Justice says. “Plus, we’re clean. Right?”
I look at Lux, thinking of when we proved we were both clean of STDs.
“I don’t know if I trust you, Jay,” I add.
He grunts and says a “fuck you” under his breath. “To be a part of Dad’s task force with Pru, we’re tested regularly. I don’t think y’all understand how much blood is shed at our place of work.”
“Then it’s settled,” Lux tells us both. “Let’s do this before I get too nervous to get my dick hard.”
“Suck my dick,” Just directs
.
I just know Lux isn’t one for being told what to do.
Justice takes no time to release himself from his slacks and boxers. "Don't tell me you're scared to suck my dick," Just teases, his face probably full of humor and lust, gloriously mixed.
Lux pushes at him, his morale low, hunching his shoulders for an attack. He's like a cornered animal. Striking is the only option he sees fit. Questioning his strengths have him angry, callous almost. If he dropped down to his knees to deep-throat Justice's cock, it would be based simply on being challenged.
Lux is only allowed on his knees for me.
If I have to show that to Just myself, I will.
"You don't get the pleasure of Lux’s mouth, Just. His dick in your ass is your only privilege."
He rolls his eyes at me.
I look at Lux. “Trust me.”
He nods, and I kiss him hard. My cock presses against my clothing, the soft fabric stretched to its capacity.
I can’t even enjoy their bodies in the dim light. Lux begins to soften to my mouth, and he grunts in my mouth. His hands wander me, his nervousness disappearing with heat.
Justice kneels behind Lux, and I crook my finger at him. He comes forward, his mouth touching Lux’s neck, licking, sucking, and biting into the tender flesh. The moan leaving my guy has me desperate to sink inside him.
“Passeroto,” I hiss, breaking our kiss. “Kiss him.”
He rotates, and Justice takes his mouth. As they meld together, I lower Lux’s slacks, exposing his bare ass. Reaching into Just’s pocket, I find his wallet and several lube packets in there.
It's not lost on me that he's prepared for anything sans condoms. Does that mean Colt has been having unprotected sex with more than me?
She's not yours. She can do what she wants.
Ripping open the one lube packet, I force Lux forward. He's now leaning into Just as I lubricate him. He's not prepared, or that's what his shudder tells me when I stretch him. By the time he's ready, my nerves are eating at me.
"Fuck me, Jordan," Lux hisses, his voice steel and strong.
Control is something Lux always has in the bedroom. Be it his dominating nature or his need to be the master of actions during sex, I'm not sure, but I'm okay with him taking the rein.
I whip my dick out, the nice air hitting me. It's humid tonight, not much different than any other night at the Estate, let alone in North Cal, but it's nice.
Pressing forward, I breach him. Our panting breaths are raspy but in tune as I tease his entrance. He rotates his hips, and my knees farther dig into the grass as I jostle for control. When I'm delayed, Lux takes that as an okay and pushes back, forcing me inside him. We both hiss in pleasure, and Just watches us both with an awed expression.
After I'm fully seated, my balls ache. It's been so goddamn long since I've touched Lux. He growls when I don't move, but I'm scared to bust before we've all sought out our pleasure. That's not what I want for us.
Lux grips Just's throat, biting his lip before spearing his tongue in his mouth in a messy kiss. "Pants, gone. Let me prep you."
Just closes his eyes for a moment almost as if he's stuck on a memory.
Lux shakes his head. "He's not here, and he's not allowed to be. If you want my cock, Just, you need to bend the fuck over."
Just swallows loudly, a low whimper releasing with his exhale. For some reason, his battle makes my dick harder. It throbs inside Lux, needing friction.
Just starts to lower himself, ass up, spread beautifully. The view is shadowed from the night and highlighted by the moon. He's spread for the feast, and I wish I'd have waited to enter Lux because right now, Just's ass looks like an entire entrée, and I really fucking want a taste.
Lux seems to have the same inkling because he leans forward, and I follow, not wanting to pop out. His tongue laves at Justice, and my balls literally ache in tandem with my heartbeat.
My cock strains and wants to be milked. The sight before me reminds me of my own personal porn, a voyeur to the most intimate of moments, and I'm thirsty for every fucking moment.
Just groans as Lux penetrates his hole, and I can't help but rock slowly into Lux, gasping as pleasure shoots through me. The zinging pleasure lets me know I'm near combustion, something I'm not ready for.
Knowing how close I am, I reach and squeeze my balls, allowing pain to shoot through me and keep me on the edge.
And I called myself a sadist... Masochism seems to be my real label.
"Lube," Lux hisses, and I can hear the strain his voice. He's on edge too, and he hasn't even fucked Justice yet.
Handing him the unopened packet, I hear him spit it out, as if he's ripped it with his mouth. Then I watch as he lowers, and his mouth is once again at Justice's hole. What I would give to see the pink flesh, watch as Lux tongue-fucks him and brings him to the brink too.
Once Lux is done prepping him, he scoots forward, and I follow. "I need you to push yourself on my cock, Just."
Justice nods, his face hidden from my view. If his moans earlier and now are any indication, he's into it.
I bite my lip as I watch Just sink onto Lux. It's single-handedly the hottest sight I've ever experienced.
"If you don't fucking move, Jordan, I might bite off your dick."
I chuckle in response. "Who knew you'd be such a slut for my cock, Lux. Seems like you and Colt have something in common."
I wait for Just to be up in arms about it, but much like Lux, he is moving his hips, begging to be fucked. Instead of warning Lux, I pull out and slam home, and the loud groan that escapes him is worth every fucking curse I'll get later when his ass hurts.
I set the pace, punching my hips into him and cussing as my balls scream for release. I'm not a quick fuck, but right now, with his ass squeezing me more than usual with his own thrusts inside Just, I'm practically a goner.
"Your ass feels so good, Just," Lux hisses.
I hear the smack. My cock pulses, my chest heaving with the energy it takes to hold back my orgasm.
"Start fisting yourself, Justice, moan for me. For us," he emphasizes, making sure I know exactly what he's saying.
My hisses are near snarls, my knees digging into the earth more as I fuck Lux, wanting so badly for this to never end.
"Harder, Jordan."
Using my one hand to take his throat, I use the other to brand his hip with my grip. My fingers dig into him as I piston, and I make sure I'm not cutting his air supply, instead, going for a blood hold. When he begins to weaken, I let go and fuck him harder than I ever have before.
Wishing I had a knife, I allow the fantasy of me cutting him take over. "I want to cut you next time, Lux."
"And you call Colt a vampire," Justice jokes, resulting in a punishing thrust from Lux that causes him to cry out, "Fuck, I'm going to come."
That's my cue.
I take the back of Lux's head, pulling his hair, angling his head back. Taking his throat with my mouth, I rut punishingly into him and only pop off his neck to roar his name and release.
Then I hear Just shout a loud "Fuck!"
Lux comes soon after, mumbling, and I rub his prostate with my cock as he comes faster.
"That was so hot," Just pants, and if I could coherently speak, I would agree.
"We need to clean up and get back. Midas sent me to get Lux. It's been at least an hour since I came this way. If they didn't hear our loud fucking noises, then we'll be safe to pretend we found each other out here somehow.
"We're probably a fucking mess," Lux grunts.
When I pull out of him, I realize he's right.
"Think the bunker still has running water?" I ask.
Lux raises an eyebrow. "I wanted to ask," he starts, standing and pulling up his slacks. "How did you know about this place?"
Before I can answer, Justice does. "Didn't your lover boy tell you, for many years, he was Maxim?"
The flinch response from Lux has me nervous he's going to hate me. It's not like we have the greatest an
ything, let alone trust, but right now, he looks absolutely betrayed.
"The fuck does he mean?" Lux barks, his brows pinched.
Justice just raises his eyebrows, offering me no help. It’s just like him to be a dick.
"When I was younger, I'd pretend to be Maxim and escape out here with you. I was the pariah. Being him seemed more productive than trying to explain why I was a wimp."
My explanation doesn't seem enough to Lux, and instead of going to the bunker, he heads towards the Estate. "If I'm going to get fucked again, might as well take it at full force." His voice is devoid of anything nice.
Justice really fucked up this moment.
I follow Lux, and by the time we're back at the place, it feels empty. I know it's not. They will have the party going for hours, so unless someone died, we'll easily be able to act as if we were conducting something less scandalous than a threesome in the fucking woods.
Chapter Thirty
Colt
After I've calmed down, I finally replay what happened. Lux ran. Jordan helped me find everyone, and then his father backhanded him so badly, he already started have a bruise, and the blood? Fuck. I don't even think it fazed Jordan, which is worse since it only confirms what I already guessed. He's abused.
"That was horrifying," Mom finally states, her hands on her waist. "I'd heard there was abuse among the Emeralds, but I had no fucking clue it was so bad."
"You knew?" I confront her, giving her the dirtiest look known to man.
She just grimaces. "Yes, Colt. It may seem like I'm purposely a shitty person, but I promise it's more to do with protecting you than completely sucking."
"You left me here with that psychopath!" I scream, knowing it's far too loud, but unlike them, my mom doesn't hit me. Yeah, she slapped me that night, and it surprised us both, but she's not one to raise her hands. She's more of the abandon to punish type.
She tries getting closer to me, but my retreating steps let her know I'm not okay with it.
"My intentions aren't always something I can push, Colton. You don't understand how little power I have with men like Elijah."
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