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Mare
Reclining on the bed and dropping my hands to the already loose waistband of my borrowed sweats, I rolled them down my legs and kicked them over the side of the bed with a grin as I stared into the lens of the camera set in the shelves beneath my entertainment center. He was watching, I knew he was. Perhaps both Ian and Jensen were watching. When Archer got back to them, I knew he would too.
I sat up and scooted down to the end of the mattress, slowly—teasingly—pulling my shirt off. Letting it dangle from a single finger as I raised a brow, I silently dared Ian, silently dared all of them. It felt strange to do this while knowing for sure they were watching me. There were no probabilities, no more maybes—it was all fact. They were watching every movement I made, but they were on one side of the camera, and I was on the other. They could watch all they liked, but they couldn’t touch.
Getting off the mattress, I bent forward. I pulled out the bottom drawer of the entertainment stand, making sure to let my barely covered breasts hang in front of the camera as I retrieved what I’d been looking for. After wrapping my fingers around the object, I grabbed up the remote, and with the press of a button, a soft rock ballad began to play from the old home stereo I’d bought for cheap at the local pawn shop. Music set the mood, after all.
Already, I could feel the low hum of arousal moving through me. Seeing them after so long had brought it all back. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted them. I set what I’d retrieved from the drawer just slightly behind me where I knew they couldn’t see. At least, not without checking a different camera and zooming in. I’d get to the vibrator in due time.
I started with my breasts, running my hands over them and just under the lace before I reached around my back and opened the clasp. Catching the white cups just before they could reveal my nipples, I held it close as the straps slowly slid down my arms. Only when the straps caught at my elbows did I finally drop my bra to the floor and kick it away so that I was left in nothing but my white thong.
Closing my eyes and reaching up, I cupped the soft undersides of my breasts and used my hold to squeeze them. It felt good, naughty even, fire burning in my veins as I shifted slightly. The only thing that would make this feel even better was if Ian or Jensen or Archer were doing it instead of me; a fresh wave of desire threaded through me at the thought. My memory brought up our previous times together as if they’d happened yesterday. I pictured them in my mind, surrounding me, circling me—like predators descending on prey. We liked to play that game—to pretend that I was nothing but a damsel in distress, but what they didn’t realize was that I was a lot stronger than they gave me credit for.
I resisted the desire to return to them after everything had happened. I’d taken self-defense classes on my own, ensured my survival when the fucking Marshals had told me I was—essentially—shit out of luck. Even when I’d been scared out of my mind, I hadn’t given in. I hadn’t cared thatIwas in danger. I’d only wanted them. The only thing I’d cared about was them, and I’d held back to keep them safe. But five years was a long time to spend alone. Maybe we couldn’t last forever. I might have to leave again. But right now, in this moment, all I wanted was to enjoy, to revel in, what we’d had before everything had gone to hell.
My nipples were hardened little points against my palms. I scraped my nails against them, shivering as the feeling lit a fire within me. Heat pooled in my core and already, the place between my legs was seeping arousal. I could feel it against my inner thighs, my memories teasing of the times Archer’s face had been buried between them, and the ache of wanting it again only grew. As I continued to tease them—and myself—I found my mind drifting to the past, to the beginning of my downfall.
I laughed,giggling as Archer held my hand and reached around me to tickle my side. “Stop!” I squealed. He merely grinned and nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck. Up ahead, Ian and Jensen walked, their heads dipped low together as they talked. They weren’t paying attention to us at all. I huffed out a breath, leaning into Archer’s chest. “Guys!” I called ahead. “Where are we going?”
Ian and Jensen stopped at the street corner, both looking over their shoulders as Archer and I came up behind them.
“Where do you want to go, Mare?” Ian asked.
I thought about it, and then, with a grin, I left the warmth of Archer’s embrace and thrust myself at Ian—trusting that he’d catch me. And catch me, he did. His arms encircled me and lifted me back to my feet and higher until all I had to do was reach up and hold onto his shoulders so that I could wind my legs around his hips.
“I want to go to your place,” I said, blurting out the desire that had taken root in me since we’d started seeing each other a few weeks back. Perhaps, I was in over my head. I was a virgin dating three guys—and they weren’t the college boys I was used to. Ian, Jensen, and Archer were men, already midway into their twenties. Nerves grew as I clutched onto him, my wishes were officially out in the world, but I didn’t regret finally admitting what I wanted. Excitement overpowered the nerves quickly, my mind racing with all the things that we would probably do.
A sliver of me started to wonder if I was asking because it’s what I thought they expected from me, but before that thought could even fully form, Ian’s blue eyes zeroed in on me with that intensity that only he seemed to be capable of, and I knew. I knew that I wasn’t asking for this because I thought it was what they would want. I was asking becauseIwanted it. I wantedthem.It was almost scary how much I desired them. I’d had crushes before, I’d thought I had felt love before, but I’d never felt likethis.
This was more than infatuation.
This was more than desire.
This was an obsession.
I wanted to claim them—the three of them—in such a way that no one would ever be able to deny who they belonged to because it would be fucking obvious that these three men—Ian, Jensen, and Archer—weremine.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” he asked. I could feel Archer move closer to my side as Jensen stepped up against my back. I was pressed between them, unable to move, unable to get away. That was just fine with me, I didn’t want to get away.
“Yes.”
Little had I known what that would lead to.
Coming back to my senses,I opened my eyes as the memory fell away. The ache that had started to build, ignited, burning brighter as I slid my hands away from my breasts and down the curve of my stomach until I touched the edge of my panties. I lingered there for a moment, tracing the hem with a smile as I wondered what they must’ve been thinking. The mischievous spark that formed with my teasing made my skin pebble.
If Ian were here now, I knew he’d command me to get on my knees for him. He’d want my mouth or perhaps my ass up so he could spank it again. If it were Jensen, he wouldn’t be able to help himself from ripping my underwear down just so he could fill me with first his fingers and then his cock. And Archer. Sweet, handsome Archer. God, what it would be like to have his tongue back right where it belonged.
I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. Before I could temper myself, my fingers were hooking into the sides of my thong. Pulling it down and off my legs, I lifted my feet and spread my thighs apart as soon as I was fully naked. The sole of each foot found a corner of the bed until I was opened impossibly wide. Wide enough that I knew they would be able to see just how wet I was.
My muscles trembled. I hadn’t even touched my pussy and already I felt like I might combust. They were the ignition to my fire, and I had no clue what it was about them that lit me up. When it came to the three of them, they could probably look at me a certain way, and I’d come on the spot. Perhaps it was better this way, with a locked door and distance between us. This way, I could last a bit longer, and they could get their voyeuristic rocks off.
My lips twitched.Maybe, I mentally corrected.If I let them.
Letting my hands trail up and down my stomach, I reached back up to my breasts and tweaked a still hard nipple.I must be driving them crazy.Smirking, I enjoyed the idea. Reveled in it honestly because it was what I wanted, after all, to drive them crazy.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I finally let my fingers find the folds of my core. One fingertip touched my clit, rubbing in a slow circle. My lips parted, and a moan escaped. The sinful sound mixed with the smooth music, tangling together through the room. I wondered if they had audio too. I shivered when the heater kicked on and blew warm air across my skin. Despite the temperature, goosebumps lifted along my arms and thighs once again. Electricity raced through my veins.
