Page 87 of Fractured Hearts

“Not today,” Ezra says, voice so thick with lust I barely recognize it. “Shit, Jo. I need to be inside you. Oh, fuck. Please, Bambi.” I’m so wet just from having his dick in my mouth that I don’t need to prep. Throwing my legs over his hips, I grab his length and line him up with my entrance. His hands go to my hips as he helps me sink down onto him.

I hear a loud moan from behind me, and I turn enough to see Maverick’s pupils blown so wide I can’t see any of the brown.

“You’re not coming unless you’re in my ass, Maverick.” His eyes snap from where Ezra and I are connected to my face. He grins.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, moving to the bedside table to get the lube.

While Maverick gets what he needs, I turn my attention back to Ezra. He’s looking at me with so much love and adoration that I could cry. Instead, I lift and slam back down on him.

“Oh shit,” he gasps, the tendons in his neck straining. It’s just now I’m remembering he’s never had sex with a woman before. “You feel so fucking good.”

I do it again. Slamming down on him over and over again. The look on his face is enough to make me come, but I hold back, not wanting to let go until both my men are inside me. Maverick pushes gently between my shoulders so that I lower down over Ezra and expose myself to him. Cool liquid streams down my crack while a hot, slick finger massages my hole. Ezra grabs my face and kisses me fiercely.

Maverick is two fingers deep inside me before Ezra and I come up for air. I lean down next to his ear and whisper, “I love you.”

Ezra gasps, thrusting into me like he can’t help it. “I love you, too,” he says, grabbing my face and crashing his lips against mine. “God do I love you.”

“Are you ready, angel?” Maverick asks, so focused on my ass he’s oblivious to what was said.

“Fuck me, Maverick. I need both my men inside me.”

Maverick growls, but pushes in slowly, pausing when he passes that first ring of muscle so I can bear down and then pausing to let me adjust.

“Please,” I beg once they’re both fully seated. “I need it, please.” It takes a second, but the two of them find their rhythm, each of their thrusts driving me higher than I’ve ever been.

“I can feel you inside her,” Ezra moans and then moans louder when Maverick thrusts again. I can’t even begin to explain what it feels like to know that the men giving you pleasure are also getting it from each other while inside of you.

I turn my head to kiss Maverick and then turn back to kiss Ezra again, moaning into his mouth when he hits the right spot inside me. His eyes light up, and he does it again and again.

“Fuck, baby. Make our girl come. Feel how well she squeezes you when you make her feel good,” Maverick rasps, before kissing my shoulder. That almost makes me come, but then Maverick leans over me and takes Ezra’s mouth. That’s what does it. My walls squeeze Ezra and Maverick so tight that neither of them can move much as I scream out my release. They keep thrusting to help me ride out wave after wave until my vision turns white, and I collapse on Ezra’s chest.

“Fuck,” he mutters, thrusting once, twice more before I feel his hot release.

“That’s it, baby. Fill our girl up,” Maverick groans, following him over the edge.

Once we catch our breath, we take a quick shower together and pass out in a tangled heap of limbs.

We wake up twelve hours later just to eat something and have sex again. This time with Ezra riding Maverick while I sit on his face. The way Ezra lets go during sex is beautiful. Every emotion is there to see on his usually unreadable face.

“I love you,” Ezra tells Maverick. I watch the tears form in Maverick’s eyes before he leans down to kiss Ezra.

“I love you too. I love you both so much,” Maverick says, pulling me in to kiss him.

“I love you,” I murmur against his lips. He’s fully crying now but smiling. We let him be in the middle this time, knowing that he needs to touch both of us. I drift off again with a smile that seems permanently stuck on my face.

I’m curled up in bed with the men I love. I don’t think it’s possible to ever be happier than I am right now, but somehow I know these men will find a way to make it happen.

epilogue

EZRA

2 Years Later

For someone that’s moved around as much as I have in my life, you’d think I wouldn’t find living on a tour bus as strange as I do. None of the places I stayed moved while I slept, though.

Maverick offered me his place in the band once life started to return to normal, but I didn’t want it. That spot was his and from the way he played, the passion that came with every note he strummed from the bass, it always should have been his. I still play with them occasionally. Not on the stage, just in Cal’s studio or around the fire pit at the cliff house. We spent months there together while Maverick renovated the bathroom and the band figured out whether it was the end for Shattered Halo or not.

It wasn’t, at least not yet. Although Cal did point out that bands go on farewell tours all the time just to have a reunion tour and then another farewell tour. I can’t tell if that’s good marketing or just a scam.