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“I think someone needs to realise that she isn’t in charge,” Chester says, tangling one hand in my hair as he pushes in to fill my mouth, then pulls back before driving forward again. His thrusts speed up until he’s matching the rhythm of Creed’s thrusts into my pulsating pussy. My body quivers with excitement, my nipples so impeccably hard I want to roll them between my fingers to ease the pain.
The sensation from the bars down Creed's shaft rubs along my G spot. His cock begins to swell as my orgasm starts to roll through my body.
“Fuck, Tenshi, you’re so wet it’s dripping down my sac.”
Chester tenses and with no warning, his cum squirts down my throat; I cough as it goes down the wrong pipe. Creed uses this as a distraction, pressing his thumb firmly against my ass.
“Hold up there,” I screech. “That’s a no-go zone.”
“It’s about to be open for business. You think you can handle ten men, Little Angel? There needs to be more holes on the go.”
“I have a shiny butt plug in my room that should do the trick.” Creed laughs.
“Creed Taylor…oh god, that feels good. Fuck.” His thumb presses into my ass, and I find myself leaning into it. The feeling is foreign, but with his Jacob’s ladder rolling up and down over my G spot, tiny white spots start to appear in front of my eyes.
After a few more punishing thrusts, Creed cums; Japanese falling from his lips, which hardly even makes sense. Something about smelling my sweetness on his hand later. I flop face first down onto the bed with an exaggerated groan. Chester flips me over–my breasts bouncing with the movement–and I let out a surprised giggle before locking eyes with Chester, who now hovers above me.
“Forever,” he growls, sliding himself inside, completely rock hard again. The spots in front of my eyes build as his toned arms hold him above me, his pelvis grinding into my clit. Pleasure tingles over every inch of my body and my legs shake. He doesn’t take his time; he claims me, punishes me, loves me until he pulls out and cums all over my stomach, “Mine,” he whispers.
Yours.I don’t know if the words leave my mouth, but I certainly think it.
I don’t know if I can stand at this point, even if I wanted to. Both men fall down beside me; Creed pulls me into his body and Chester lays facing me. A girl could get used to this.
16
Kai
Jolie’s outburst was expected; I just figured it would have been today, once she had a decent night’s sleep.
I sit with my back against the wall as I watch Chester and Boston throw punches at each other–also saw that coming. Brennan the asshat woke up early to take Jolie to breakfast. That damn ass kisser is always up before the rest of us. I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t go back to sleep after Jolie woke us all up. I know that I have no issues sharing her, but if I’m being honest, I don’t think we’re ready to have sex yet–though god knows I want to.
Her declaration about us all being together last night was weird. She acts like it’s a choice, but really it’s not. There will never be anyone else that we could truly give our hearts to. Our sole purpose of existence is her.
I know she hasn’t screwed Trace yet, either and maybe it’s just so she doesn’t prolong the inevitable.
Observing other teams that just came together, it's easy to see their cracks. Usually the alpha in the group gets the girl. There are a few teams who have figured out that being a team and all having the girl is the better option and it makes them stronger as a unit. And Jolie isn’t stupid, she would have figured that out in the time she has spent with Summer’s team or even with Colt and his unconventional team. Blayne likes chicks, so it takes the feelings out of it and they’re all stronger for it.
“You couldn’t even wait,” Boston spits, throwing a right hook connecting with Chester’s lip. The blood drips down his face, but he just licks his lip and smiles.
“So? We did what you all did when she first returned.” Chester throws back charging for Boston, grappling him around the waist and taking him down to the ground.
“She was ours, always has been. You were her handler, you knew that.”
“No, that’s what you knew. We always knew it was more. We just never acted on it until now,” I say from my position against the wall, pushing myself up. I might be shorter than them and smaller in frame but my skills match theirs. I have done the same training and have the same strengths. I find it useless to fight about it because whatever she wants, she's going to get, and I’ll make sure it happens.
“Shut up!” Boston snaps, getting to his feet.
“It’s pointless arguing about it. She made her choice and it’s the most rational one she can think of, since her biological makeup is telling her to do it. You have to remember that we were created for her, each one of us in our own ways. And her for us. You dipshits just have to figure out what part of you she needs, besides your cocks. It really isn’t that hard to work out. Chester, she calms your beast, that fire deep in the pit of your stomach and you, Boston, she makes you feel more than you ever have. I can see it in your eyes. That void look of doing the mundane shit that is expected of you and in she walks and fucks all that up and makes you actually live. But by all means continue punching the shit out of each other, and by the way it’s her birthday soon and I’m planning a masquerade party, so everyone can be there. You’re welcome.”
I turn my back on the idiots and head inside. It’s really starting to warm up again now, and my pale ass skin isn’t equipped to deal with the sun. I need to figure out the best place with a large enough ballroom to hold her party and actually book them in. This wouldn’t be classed as keeping a secret, especially not if I ask Sinclair and Jimmie to take over; that way I can tell her I have plans for her birthday and I wouldn’t be lying.
Brennan and Jolie walk into the kitchen, the both of them laughing. It’s good to see that Brennan is over his misconception that he took advantage of Jolie. Even with all of the intelligence in his damn brain, sometimes he can be so damn stupid. He holds himself accountable for things that he has no control over.
“I have to get to Olympia. I have a meeting with Mr. Z; he wants an update on how we’re all getting along. So I will see you later.”
Jolie nods her head and throws her arms around his neck, her eyes sparkling as she looks into his. All that talk of not being jealous is thrown out of the window–that green eyed monster is sitting in the pool of my stomach just waiting to jump out and scratch Brennan's eyes out. Maybe Chester and Boston were on the right track with punching the shit out of each other after all. Her lips press against his and he hesitates for a split second before he reciprocates. I turn my head, not wanting to intrude on their moment.
Boston and Chester both choose that moment to walk inside, Chester smiling while Boston's signature scowl is plastered on his face. I can almost bet he's picturing all the ways he could hurt his brother. This whole reverse harem thing–which I had to google the name for–is going to be hard on an alpha male like Boston, who is very weird with protecting what is his. I know all about the first night Jolie spent in his house, where he stripped her naked from his clothes because the thought of a random girl touching his shit sent him into a spiral.
