I think my brain just exploded. I’m pretty sure that if I turned around, I’ll find it splattered all over the sliding glass door.
Mars was just touching Caleb’s dick. My Caleb. And Caleb was letting him! That’s what has me feeling like my brain just burst. Has Caleb been holding out this whole time? Has he been harboring a secret crush on Mars? Was this all a ploy to get to him in the group?
Before I can follow that bread crumb trail to my heart’s demise, Rachel pops up from behind the island, eyes wide as she takes me in. I stare right back, trying to weave this new reality together.
Okay…so Rachel was on her knees. Between them. Facing Cay. Something sexual was definitely about to happen, but Rachel was in the middle…
So then why the fuck was Mars touching my Cay? He was definitely touching his dick when I walked in here!
The three of them blink at me like a trio of guilty owls. Then Rachel gives a nervous laugh, pulling up her leggings. Caleb does the same with his shorts, tucking his ribbed dick away.
Unfreezing my feet from the floor, I hurry over, rattling down my tray of dirty grill tools. My heart is beating a mile a minute. My mouth feels dry. I’m clammy. I’m sweating. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“I go outside for two fucking minutes, and I come back to see Mars giving you a handy?” I cry, staring daggers at Caleb.
The asshole just shrugs at me. I want to punch him in the goddamn face, almost as much as I want to drag him into the open door of the pantry and put him on his knees. If he thinks he’s gonna become fuck buddies with Mars Kinnunen, and I’ll have no fucking comment, he is dead wrong.
I spin to face the broody Finn. This is all his damn fault. He was the one doing the touching. “Are you bi?”
“No,” he and Rachel say at the same time.
My gaze darts between them, my stare leveling on the Finn. “Well then why were you touching Cay’s cock?”
“Jealous, angel?” Caleb teases.
Oh, fuck him. He’s about to be feeling the palm of my hand on his ass. “You fucking know I am,” I snap. “At no fucking point did we ever discuss that bringing Mars into this meant he’d be jerking you off in my goddamn kitchen!”
“That’s not what was happening,” Rachel says. “Mars was just…” She glances over her shoulder at him, clearly looking for help.
“Curious,” Mars replies.
“Yeah, he’s never seen a guy with a pierced dick before,” Caleb adds, arms crossed as he keeps smirking at me. He’s fucking loving this. He knows he’s under my skin worse than a goddamn splinter. “You came in when things were just getting good,” he adds with a wink.
“Getting good? I repeat. “Was he about to drop to his knees too?” At the look of worried surprise on Rachel’s face I suck in a deep breath, dragging both hands through my hair. “Oh my god, I’m spinning out,” I mutter.
“Just a little,” Rachel replies. “Angel…try using your words—”
“I’m jealous!”
Rachel’s eyes go wide. “Jake, what—”
“I’m jealous of you, and I’m jealous of them, and I want more,” I go on, spilling my guts all over the kitchen floor.
“More?” Her voice is so gentle, her gaze so open.
“Yes,” I say quickly, taking a step closer. “I don’t think I can just sit around and wait to have my turn with you,” I admit, one hand still mussing with my hair.
“Can you explain better?” She replies.
“No,” I say. And it’s true. I don’t even know what I’ve said. In all this panic, I’ve already forgotten.
“Try,” she urges. “Kitchen, remember? Sudden death rules still apply.”
I take a deep breath, filling my whole chest with air and puffing it out as I glance from Caleb back to Rachel. “I want more,” I say again.
“More what?” Rachel inches closer to Caleb’s side.
For a second, I’m sure she’s going to take his hand. My gaze narrows on that spot between their hands. She wants to touch him, but she knows he doesn’t want it. Fuck, she knows him so well. Does she know me too? Does she know what I’m trying to say without saying it?
Meanwhile, Mars just stands there like a stone giant, watching me spin out. His presence unnerves me, even as it makes me bolder. I’m not going to hide away from him. This is my life. My house. And Rachel and Cay are mine. I was here first. I’m not gonna be afraid of him or threatened by him. If he wants Rachel, he’s gonna have to fit into our life, not the other way around. And if he doesn’t like what I say or what I do, he can show himself to the door.
With that fire burning in my bones, I move around the island, coming to stand between Rachel and Cay. “More everything,” I admit. I turn to Rachel, taking in those gorgeous dark eyes. I so rarely use her name, but the moment calls for it. “Rachel…” I let myself feel the music of the sound. “I love you, baby girl. And I want you,” I say, cupping her face with both hands.
“Every hour of the fucking day. I’m thinking about you,” I go on. “I’m obsessed. I’m possessed. On the ice, off it. You’re it for me. Rachel, you’re the fucking one. There’s not a doubt in my mind.”
“I know,” she murmurs, tears in her eyes. Her hands lift, wrapping gently around my wrists. Then her gaze trails down my face to settle on my lips. “But?”
Fuck…but. It kills me that there’s a but.
“But being with you,” I begin, searching for the right words. “Watching the way you love Cay…watching you fall for Ilmari the way you have…I think I’m jealous.”
“Why are you jealous, Jake?” she murmurs. Her touch roots me, calming the storm of my swirling thoughts and emotions.
“Because you’re free,” I admit. “You love with your whole heart. You’re all in three times over. I never thought something like that was possible. But I see you…I see you with them,” I add, gesturing to the guys. “And I know it’s real.”
Taking a deep breath, I drop my hands down to her shoulders. “And I want it too. I want to be free too.”
Holy fucking shit. What is with this kitchen? This place must have truth serum pumping out of the air vents, because I’m spilling all my deepest secrets. I want more, and that’s the truth. I want Rachel. All day. Every day. But more than that, I want what Rachel has. I want to be free to live and love out loud. What feels this fucking right can’t possibly be wrong…right?
Her hands drift down, resting on my chest as she breathes deep, her gaze locked on me. “And…how do you be free, Jake? What do you want?”
And now I can’t breathe. She wants me to say it out loud? Can’t she just use our weird telepathy? I swallow, focusing all my attention on her mouth as I say, “I want more.”
“What is more?” she presses.
Fuck, she really is gonna make me say it. I know Mars didn’t sign up for confession hour, but I don’t care. I’m fighting for what I want. And what I want is standing in this room.
Slowly, I turn, heart in my throat. My every breath lifts my chest as I face Cay. “I want more,” I admit, speaking the words out loud. “I’m tired of crawling out of my damn skin pretending that I don’t. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing here, but that’s how I feel,” I finish with an awkward shrug.
I know he already knows this. Rachel knows too. Why else was she being so cagey during our last sudden death match? All her talk of me finding someone else to love. She stood in this kitchen, right next to Cay, and told me to find my happiness with someone other than her. She wants this for me too…right?
Caleb’s dark gaze goes volcanic. “Say it,” he mutters.
“I want more,” I repeat.
Caleb’s tattooed arm stretches out, his hand banding around my throat as he squeezes, pulling me closer.
I gasp, my neck arching in his hold as I let him reel me in. My dick twitches in my shorts. Fuck, I’m a goner. All he has to do is look down and he’ll see how hard I am for him.
He holds me right before him, the pressure of his hand still at my throat. “Say it, Jake.”
I groan, fighting the urge to tremble as my body responds to the sound of his dominating tone. Never in a million years would I have guessed that I’d sub for Caleb Sanford. But the memory of being on my knees with his cock in my mouth has me squirming. I liked it. I fucking loved it. I’ve been riding the high of that moment for two days straight.
And I want more.
I lean into his hand, wordlessly daring him to increase his pressure. He does, and my cock hardens still further. I swallow against his hand. “I want more, Cay,” I rasp out.
“Say it.”
“I want you.”
My gaze drops from his face, down his chest, to the top of his shorts. I can clearly see the bulge of his erection. I breathe a little sigh of relief against the pressure of his hand. He wants me too.
Thank fucking god.
“You want me?” he murmurs, his hand softening slightly at my throat.
“I want you,” I say again, not an ounce of shame in my words.
The corner of his mouth quirks into a smile and my stomach flips.
Oh shit, here we go.
Caleb leans in, his lips so close to mine, as he breathes my air. With that half-smile still on his face, he drops his hand away from my throat and steps back, leaving me reeling. “Then beg for me.”
My whole body feels like it’s on fire, tiny little flames licking every inch of my skin. “Please,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “Please, Cay…”
“You beg so well,” he teases, those dark eyes piercing me. “Do it again. On your knees this time.”
I don’t even hesitate. I just drop to my knees, gazing up at him. Rachel stands right next to us, watching. I want her to watch. I want her to see how much I’m in this. I need her to know what I want this dynamic to be. They all need to know. Because I’m done fighting this. Done pretending I don’t want what Caleb can offer me.
“Please, Cay,” I say again. Reaching out with both hands, I grab hold of his hips. “I want you so bad. Want a taste. Want more. Please—”
Caleb’s hand brushes lightly over my hair and I fight a groan. “Then be my good fucking boy and take me out,” he orders, his soft hold turning into a vice grip as I wince.
I tug on his shorts, dropping them to his ankles. His hard, pierced, cock bobs free right in my face. The tip is already wet and waiting for me. I groan, my gaze feasting on the metal rods on the underside of his shaft. They fascinate me. I’m not surprised Mars was curious too. But I’ll be damned if he’s gonna touch Cay again without my fucking permission. I never thought I’d say this, but this dick is mine.
I glance up, unsure of what comes next. Can I taste it? I want it in my mouth. But I don’t know the rules. Do I wait?
As if he can read my mind, his hand softens in my hair again. “What are you waiting for? Hurricane can’t help you this time. She’s got her own dick to suck. Now, open that sweet mouth, and take me deep.”
If I think too hard about what I’m doing right now, I may just lose my nerve. I’m on my knees in my kitchen, Caleb’s cock inches from my lips. Rachel and Mars Fucking Kinnunen are right behind me. They’re gonna watch me suck this dick.
Fuck, why is that turning me on even harder? Who am I? What happened to Jake Compton? Is this who I always was…or is this who I’m meant to become? I decide I don’t fucking care.
I grab his cock around the base with one hand, loving the sound of his sigh. I hold tight to his hip with the other. Last time the asshole tried to choke me with his fancy hip thrusts. But I’m running this show now. Opening my mouth, I lean forward and lick his rounded head. That first taste of him on my tongue has me groaning.
The pain is sharp in my knees as I lean forward, opening my mouth to tease him a little more. I have literally no idea what I’m doing. This is only the second time I’ve had a dick in my mouth. Caleb’s dick. Only this dick. The thought of any other dick makes me wanna gag. But Cay?
I groan again, sinking around him, my own dick hardening in my pants as I swallow him deep. I work him with my tongue, tensing as I feel the ribbed roll of his piercings. I start sucking, not caring if it’s loud or if I make a mess.
“Such a good boy,” he croons, both hands soft in my hair. He’s moving his hips a bit, matching my rhythm as I suck. I like it. I like the feel of us being in sync.
Honestly that’s what I crave most from him. I want his damn walls down, and I want us totally in tune. Rachel gets me. It’s our twin thing. No, it’s the Rachel and Jake thing. We just breathe in sync. We have from the beginning.
Cay and I can get there too, but I have to work for it. And he has to surrender to it. We’ll find each other through sex if that’s what he needs. Hopefully, as his walls stay down more and for longer, he’ll just keep them down. He’ll stay with us just like this. He’ll let us love him and need him. It’s all I want.
“You’re so perfect,” Cay murmurs, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, almost like a massage. It makes my dick ache with longing. “You were made to suck my dick. So beautiful on your knees. So powerful.”
He’s right. This is powerful. Every word out of his mouth lowers his walls. I want him to keep talking, keep pretending like he’s owning this moment. But I’m in total control. I think, deep down, we both know it.
I grab tight to his hips with both hands and open my mouth wide, taking him deep. I don’t even care that I’m choking, saliva dripping down my chin. My nose brushes the soft bristles of his dark hair and I breathe him in. Fuck, my dick is weeping. He smells so good. I want to curl up against his skin and breathe him in.
Rachel says the same thing about me. She calls my body wash her pussynip. Well, this smell on Cay is my dicknip. I need to come. I need some goddamn relief. But he’s gonna blow first. In my mouth. Down my throat. I’m taking him all in. He’s fucking mine. They all are.
I glance over my shoulder to see Rachel trembling in Mars’ arms as they kiss, his hand working her clit as she whimpers.
“Back on your knees, Hurricane,” Cay orders. “Take care of Mars. Right here in front of me. I wanna watch him come down your throat. Finish him while Jake finishes me, and you’ll get that tongue-fucking we promised.”
Caleb wraps his hand possessively around the back of my head, pulling my attention back to him as he moves his hips. Behind me, I sense Rachel dropping to her knees. Fuck, this has me turned all the way on. She’s choking on Mars while I suck Caleb. We’re all in this. Mars isn’t running scared.
Riding the high of this moment, I wrap my hands around Caleb’s ass, squeezing his firm cheeks, as I bury his cock down my throat. I suck long and slow, holding him to me as he curses and groans.
“I’m gonna—”
He doesn’t get the rest of his words out before I drop a hand between his legs and cup his balls. That finishes him. He groans deep, hips hitching as he releases, his warm cum filling my mouth. I’m a mess as I pull back, his cum mixing with my saliva on my chin. I can’t swallow it all.
I lift away, huffing for breath through my nose. My hard cock is tented in my shorts. I’m aching with the need for him to touch me. But I feel sated too. I took care of Caleb. He let me take care of him.
His thumb sweeps over the mess on my chin. When he presses in at my lips, I open, sucking his thumb into my mouth, savoring more of his taste.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs again, his gaze softer, his walls lowered.
He pulls me to my feet and I stand there, swaying slightly. His hand on my shoulder steadies me. Then he turns me, making me watch as Rachel takes Mars in her mouth. She’s gazing up at him so lovingly. And yet, I know she hasn’t forgotten about us standing here. Neither has he. The energy between the four of us is charged.
Rachel whimpers, her free hand working her clit as she finishes Mars. The huge Finn grunts out his release and Rachel swallows, making it look effortless. Meanwhile, I still feel like a mess.
Caleb steps in behind me, his hand slinking around my hip to smooth itself over my hard cock. I groan, pressing into his hip with my ass, even as my cock wants to chase more pressure. He stills as Rachel stumbles to her feet.
As we watch, Rachel shimmies her leggings all the way off. The she tugs off her tank top, leaving her naked in my kitchen. Fuck, she’s so beautiful. She glances between the three of us before hopping her bare ass right up onto my kitchen island. Spreading her legs slightly, she works her clit with two fingers. “I was promised a tongue-fucking,” she says, our goddess incarnate.
I practically use Cay as a springboard to get to her first, my hands smoothing over her bare shoulders. She catches my chin with her hand, tipping my face up to hold her gaze. I look in her brown eyes, not quite so dark as Cay’s. She wants to know that I’m okay with Mars being here. That I want this. That I’m all in.
The way I see it, fair is fair. She can have Mars so long as I get Cay. Mirroring her smile, I call over my shoulder. “Mars, get over. Hold our girl open for me.”
Rachel smiles with relief, whimpering as my hand drops to tease her wet pussy. Fuck, we’re gonna make a mess of our girl. I want her squirming on this counter before we’re done. And then someone is getting on their knees to finish me. So much sexual tension in one house all the time? I’m honestly scared for my dick health.
Mars steps in beside me, hesitant but willing.
“Hold her,” I direct, moving my hand off her thigh.
He replaces my hand with his, and I take it as a win. Cay is already on my other side, holding her left thigh. Our girl is spread before us, panting with need as she lies back on her elbows, gazing up at us like we’re her beginning, middle, and end. Oh yeah, this doesn’t stop until she screams all our names.
