I try to protest, but Phoenix grips my jaw, forcing it open.
“Obey,” Phoenix growls.
And I do.
Jax pushes inside, thick and hot, and I choke on the intrusion, tears stinging my eyes. His groan rumbles above me, his hand threading into my hair. “Fuck—he’s tight.”
“I told you,” Phoenix snarls.
Then, Phoenix’s inside me too—slamming into me from behind, punishing thrusts that drive me into Jax’s cock deeper and deeper.
The sound that rips from my throat is filthy, desperate. I can’t stop.
Phoenix grips my hips, relentless. “Take him deep. Show him how good you are for me.”
Jax moans, fucking into my mouth shallow and rough. Phoenix pounding into me like he’s determined to split me in two. The rhythm is brutal, overwhelming, and all I can do is cling to them, lost in the heat and the filth and the way it feels too real?—
I start bouncing my head, trying to fit Jax’s long shaft deeper. His moans fill the bedroom as Phoenix spears into me, punishingly. A filthy gasp tears from my lips…
“Rookie, wake up.”
My eyes snap open. And I realize I’m not the connector of an Eiffel Tower, but I’m lying on Phoenix’s chest, basically dry humping my erection against his. My underwear is sticky and wet. Jax is asleep with an arm thrown over his eyes, snoring.
Phoenix smiles knowingly. “Good dream, baby?”
I feel my face turning red, my heart hammering in my chest. I must have fallen back asleep thinking about Jax and Phoenix...
I stiffen, my cheeks burning. “I—It was just a nightmare,” I croak, voice thick with shame and heat.
Phoenix chuckles, dragging a finger lightly down my chest. “A nightmare, huh? One that made you come in your shorts?”
I try to twist away, but the arm around my waist locks me in place. He’s ridiculously strong, impossibly close.
“Don’t fight me, rookie,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. “I don’t care if it’s a dream or not. You’re mine. Even in your sleep, you think about me.”
I swallow hard, heart hammering. My thoughts are messy, spiraling. I want to deny it, want to push him off, but I can’t. His body is heavy against mine, his hands warm and demanding, his lips tracing the line of my neck.
“And we weren’t alone,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of my ear, “Jax…he was helping me, wasn’t he?”
I freeze. My mind flashes back to the dream, the way Jax followed Phoenix’s every instruction, how I was completely at their mercy. My cock twitches. I hate myself a little for remembering it so vividly.
Phoenix laughs softly, as if he can hear my thoughts. “Don’t lie, baby. You loved it. You were so obedient…so hard for us, huh?”
A blush shoots up my neck to my ears.
“I didn’t think we needed to spice up the bedroom just yet, but I can wake Jax up if you’re interested...” Phoenix chuckles darkly.
“Stop.” My voice breaks out harsher than I mean it to, strangled by heat and shame.
But he only laughs under his breath, low and dangerous, like he’s savoring my unraveling. His fingers flex against my hip, not quite pulling me closer, just reminding me hecould.
Something in me snaps.
I shove the blanket off, jerking upright so fast that Jax grumbles and rolls to his other side, still dead to the world. My pulse is hammering so loud I can barely think.
Without looking at Phoenix, without giving him the satisfaction of seeing the flush burning across my face, I stalk toward the bathroom. My knee twinges from the sudden movement, but I don’t care. The door slams harder than I intend, the echo jolting Jax awake in the other room.
His groggy voice carries through the wall, confused and slurred with sleep. “The hell was that?”
