“Uh, blow each other? Can’t we do the finger in the ass thing?”
I gave him an encouraging smile, happy that he hadn’t run for the hills yet.
“Of course you can.”
He jumped when Jensen moved closer and kneeled in front of him, dipping his fingers below the waist band of his pants and started kissing his neck.
“Uh, Jense?”
“Relax and get naked for me,” he murmured, nipping his ear lobe before glancing at me with a naughty grin. “You too, baby.”
I did as I was told, smiling slightly as I watched Jensen try to keep Lukas’s relaxed.
It was a losing battle.
“I am relaxed, but it depends on what we’re doing,” Lukas laughed nervously, and Jensen rolled his eyes before yanking his own shirt over his head.
I nearly drooled as I ran my gaze down his chest and down to his abs.
“I’m not going to fuck you, so just stay relaxed. Lay on your back,” Jensen said, taking charge like I knew he would.
Lukas surprisingly did as he was told, glancing at Jensen warily.
“But what…”
“Let me make you feel good. Trust me?” He cut him off gently, waiting for him to nod before kissing down his chest and stomach, and Lukas almost stop breathing as Jensen made his way down until he reached his thick length.
I bit back a groan the moment Jensen’s lips went around Lukas’s dick and Lukas’s made a soft noise of relief that I’d never heard from him before, watching as Jensen slowly worked him.
Even though I knew Lukas wouldn’t do it back for him, I knew it was another step in the right direction.
Jensen
I saw why girls complained about their jaws hurting now.
I should send them all apology letters for the way I’d brutally face fucked them over the years.
I knew Lukas wouldn’t want to blow me, but I figured if I got him comfortable with me touching him, then he’d slowly warm up to it.
I watched him sleep, his naked body still between Rory and I, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight in front of me.
I felt better about everything now he’d announced he loved me while being completely serious, and I was so grateful to have Rory around to try and sooth his jitters, because fucking hell, he was the most avoidant person I’d ever come across.
I’d always liked Lukas more than I should have, so of course the moment Rory decided it would be hot to see me and him make out, I jumped straight onto the band wagon.
I wasn’t completely okay with the idea of a dick in my ass, but I’d do it for Lukas.
I loved him, and I had to find a way to make him trust me enough to let it happen.
Lukas and Rory were it for me, and I wanted them both to realize it before I lost my fucking mind.
Step one, get Rory committed to our unusual relationship again.
Step two, get Lukas okay with us being out to the world as lovers or whatever the fuck you wanted to call it.
Then last was step three, to make sure I got both of them under me.
I was looking forward to step three.
Chapter 4
Rory
I spent most nights through the next week with Lukas and Jensen, but come Friday night, I had a full house of my own as I decided the weekly house party could be at mine for once.
I sprawled out on Hunter’s lap as Shots for the Boys by Attila blasted through the house, to Skeeter’s annoyance.
The Psychos and Devils filled the house, as well as Caden and his guys, so the place was packed with drunken behaviour and laughter.
I fucking loved it.
Diesel wandered in with a frown, obviously bringing bad news.
I was instantly on alert.
“Some bitch is at the door, claiming she’s looking for you.”
I frowned.
I didn’t hang around with any chicks other than Jade, and the guys knew the ones who had a problem with me.
“Who?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen her before. Older lady though,” he shrugged, waiting for me to motion in the direction of the door.
“Send her in then,” I shrugged, waiting for him to get the visitor as I drained my beer, smirking as Hunter’s lips trailed across my shoulder.
His arms went around my middle, one hand resting high on the inside of my thigh as he nipped at my neck playfully.
I was so having that threesome with him and Skeeter when we went to bed.
Before I could say anything to him though, I glanced up and tensed as the visitor suddenly stood in front of us.
Oh fuck.
“Aunt Miranda?”
My aunt glanced around the rowdy house party with a disapproving frown.
“When did you move? I tried your fathers place, but no one was there. The neighbor said you moved here.”
Well, Skeeter was going to kill my old neighbor.
I had no idea how they knew my address, which wasn’t good.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
As if he knew my thoughts, Skeeter sat up in the chair beside me and grabbed another beer with a dark grin, flashing his teeth.
“The neighbor talks too much for their own good.”
Miranda scowled, looking my tattoo covered bad boy up and down as if he was filth.
“And who are you? Aurora, what is going on here?”
I raised an eyebrow, putting a hand on Skeeter’s knee to let him know I had it handled.
The last thing I needed was him trying to cut my aunt to pieces in the middle of my party.
“I own Max’s old place still, but I live here. My friend left it in his will for me. This is my family, the Bloody Psychos and the Devil’s Armada.”
“Gangs? Aurora…,” Miranda started to argue, but I cut her off.
“Crews. And it’s Rory, you know that.”
“When did your friend die? Were they sick?” Miranda continued, ignoring me completely.
Diesel plonked down on the couch, lighting a cigarette with no fucks given.
“He got shot a few months back. Saved your niece.”
Miranda’s eyes widened and she instantly stared at me.
“Shot? Why are you hanging around people who get shot? I told your father that moving you around all the time would fuck with you. I’ve been trying to get hold of you for months to let you know you were moving in with me, but you’re hard to track down.”
Hunter laughed, nipping my neck but keeping his eyes on my aunt like she was going to snatch me and run.
I mean, she could try, I guessed.
“Yeah, people get shot around here. Comes with the lifestyle, I’m afraid. Moving her around didn’t fuck with her, what her father fucking did is what messed with her head. I must say that there’s no way in hell you’re taking her anywhere though.”
“Excuse me?” Miranda spluttered, and I knew she’d argue with him for hours if I let her.
I slammed my beer bottle down on the table beside me, and Diesel cursed as it broke and I registered the fact that my hand was bleeding.
I ignored it and stood, pointing my uninjured finger at her.
“You don’t get to just waltz into my house and tell me I’m going with you. I have friends here, school here, my fucking crew is here. I’m eighteen, so you can’t make me do shit.”