“Hope you’re ready,” Ten says. “You’ve got four guys prepared for you.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Colt
You’ve got four guys prepared for you.
My heart skips a beat or two at Ten’s words and I can’t help but to ogle each of them again, seeing their excitement has my body volcanic.
“Bring it on,” I respond, wondering how smart that statement actually is. After the lake, the shower was a perfect mental distraction, but having these guys further take my mind away from life with their bodies? Sold.
It’s Bridger who brings me to a semicircle of guys. He’s at my front after rotating my back to face the others. His fingers trail up my hip, bringing a wave of chills.
My nipples harden from the shiver and Bridger notices immediately. He heads over to the nightstand, leaving me to feel the presence of the others behind me.
He brings over a strip of condoms and lube, making my eyes widen. Ten wasn’t joking about all of them being involved.
Is this really happening?
Are they actually going to share me?
My clit pulses at the idea. The need to have them and taste them and share them ignites every wet dream I’ve had since sophomore year.
“Ever done this before?” Bridger asks, walking toward me. Ten, Jordan, and Lux stand back, almost as if they’re onlookers rather than participants. The dynamic between all my guys changes constantly. There’s no alpha, not really, they attempt topping each other for that role. Literally. It’s a conundrum when I don’t know where everyone’s heads are at.
“A fivesome?” I joke, but really. No. The closest we’ve gotten was my wedding. Can’t say we were all fucking, though. Everyone simply watched Lux take me.
Bridger eyes me, heat licking his features while he stares at me in unabashed lust. “Well, firsts are always fun to experience,” he taunts.
I stare at Jordan and Lux, not realizing they must’ve not told anyone about my first time with them sharing me or what happened with Just and Pru. Or at least, that’s what I’m thinking by his question.
I’ve always wondered how deep the secrets went, but knowing they didn’t tell Bridger makes me both hot and annoyed. Bridger has made it abundantly clear, he wants nothing to do with group sex. Or groupings in general. He seems to be more of the possessive type, yet here we are. Is this his compromise for me?
Hell, with all the snaking feelings slithering up my body, I’m not sure how I feel about the boundless sex I’ve had already. My only hope is that none of my guys judge the fact that I’m insatiable and am not built for monogamy.
The world could call me a slut, pin me to an altar to purify me… fuck, with the Vestige, nothing is off the table. Would they be wrong?
I can’t trust anyone except Cass. With him being alive, I’ll have to be wary of who I give any information to. Yes, they all protect me. But for what and at what cost to me?
Lux stands behind me, his palms running up and down my sides. Whether it’s for his comfort or mine, it’s relaxing and I’m taken aback by his attentiveness. It doesn’t help the warring feelings inside me.
“Look at me,” Bridger commands. “They’re only the limbs. This moment is mine and only mine.”
“That’s not—” I begin, and he cups my mouth, covering it with his palm.
“I don’t give a fuck about their feelings, Starless. They’ve had their chance. This time, I’m in control. They can bend for me or walk the fuck away.” I can’t nod, but how he closes the distance to nip at my nose creates a myriad of goosebumps to take over. “You like the thought of that, don’t you? You want me to take your control, make you blissful and angry while I fuck the hatred away.” I whimper beneath his palm. He slides it down my swollen lips, gripping my throat with the utmost purpose. “You hate us all, pet. There’s so much there that it betrays you by dripping from your cunt.”
“Bridger,” I whisper, unable to stay silent. His grip tightens and tingles race through me. My blood pumps louder somehow, ringing, a vibrato I’m unused to.
“They can watch me fuck you, they can even enjoy it like they always do. But I’m tired of being the odd one out, Colton. I want to fuck you and make them watch, so they all know that you’re mine.” His sneer is almost cruel, his hands on me crueler, but it doesn’t change anything.
This moment will change things.
We all know it.
“I—”
He hushes me immediately, slipping his thumb between my lips. “No more talking.” He grips my throat tighter, his breath even while mine comes in gasps. Even with all the guys around me, Bridger doesn’t offer them a single glance. His attention is fastened on the way he’s holding me and the intensity in his gaze lets me know it’s his own way of claiming a part of me they can’t have. “They can argue, they can fight, but this will happen. Maybe it’s unconventional. Maybe we’re a bit fucked up. Maybe this will ruin whatever we’re building. No matter which way it goes, Starless, you’re my salvation and I’ll always be your damnation.”
I let out a gasp, biting into his finger. Somehow, his darker than the starless night eyes darken more, the depths soaking me in and throbbing between my legs consume my regular breathing.
“What a good girl,” he praises.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” I finally whisper, allowing that little bit of truth to slip free. It’s not like I have endless holes. I only have three. There are four guys in this room. Two of them I’ve shared, Ten… I’ve not been in this kind of moment with him. But something about him being my first means a lot to me.
Bridger smirks, his lips curving in a mischievous way. “That’s why you’re submissive, Colt,” he explains, and then bites his lip slowly. “Well, for most of us at least.” With his last words, he flickers his gaze at Ten, knowing I’d easily be able to dominate. He has a submissive nature that calls to me. Ross too.
“Almost,” Lux whispers against my neck, his lips touching my skin briefly, sending shivers up my spine. “Ten wanted us gone, though.” That’s not what happened. Ten was my distraction for whatever the fuck happened that night, but I say nothing.
“Let’s finish it this time, no fucking almost,” Ten concedes.
Bridger grips my jaw, pushing me into Ten more. The way Lux stares at him is with familiarity, and it’s both attractive and unsettling.
“Have you?” I barely muster the courage to say to them both. Lux’s eyes shoot to mine. There’s no guilt there, only understanding and desire. Yes. He doesn’t even have to tell me. It’s in his expression. The trust between them both. I hate it. I love it. I want it directed at me.