Isn’t it better the devils I know?
My mind is so jumbled with urges and rationalizations that nothing makes sense except for the gorgeous, crazy woman standing in front of us, beckoning seven men into her bed.
Seven.
I know her brother shares a woman with his five friends. I’ve seen them together and imagined what it must be like to stand on the outside looking in as your buddy, or your brother fucks your girl. I thought it was crazy, but now I find myself being drawn into a similar situation there’s no madness. Only perfect and unadulterated lust.
I’m a strong man. I can bench two hundred and seventy pounds, and destroy a man with a single punch, but this tiny woman is bringing me to my knees.
“Decide,” Luna whispers, and then she tosses her long hair over her shoulder, walking back to her room with a switch of her hips.
Decide.
This rests on my shoulders. I’m the boss, even though it’s a position I didn’t really want. Now the pressure to lead in the right direction weighs like the world on my shoulders.
No one else says a thing. Seconds tick past, and I close my eyes, drawing in a deep, deep breath and holding it.
I know what’s right. I know that walking away is the only way to stop this madness. My team will follow me because that’s how things are. But I’m tired of always doing what’s right. I’m tired of being responsible and putting my own feelings and desires to the side.
When I open my eyes, I take a deep breath and follow Luna into the darkness of her room, and behind me, the six men I love most in the world, trail me into what might be the best and worst decision of our lives.
15
JAX
When Connor follows Luna, I almost drop to my knees in shock and relief. One minute he’s telling us all that we have to be strong and stick to the rules. The next, he’s trailing our half-naked client like a puppy on a leash.
And what do the rest of us do?
We follow, of course. We go where Connor goes. He’s in charge, and he’s just made an executive decision that will earn him the Best Boss in the World certificate for the next decade at least.
Oh my God. Luna looks so hot. My cock is harder than granite, and my balls are drawn so tight it’s uncomfortable to walk.
But I do it anyway because there’s no way I’m getting into Luna’s bedroom last. I’m the one who’s been imagining what it would be like to date her when this job is done. Asher managed to get between her legs first, but I’ll forgive him for that. His so-called mistake is what’s gotten us to this amazing place where one of the most adored pop stars in the world is climbing onto the center of her bed in panties so small that they don’t count as clothing. I’ve seen spiders’ webs thicker. It’s Asher’s weakness that has convinced Luna that this is a good idea. It’s his failure to keep to our code that’s driven Connor so deep into his arousal that he’s ignoring his own advice.
We’ve all been hypnotized by the prospect of Luna’s pussy and I am in no way sorry for being led by what’s between my legs.
Seven of us crowd the bed, all of us still fully clothed in our suits. We all still have our communications equipment on too.
Seven men have been drawn like bees to nectar, and now comes the realization that there is only one pot of nectar to share between us all.
How will that even work?
I mean, I’m not ignorant of what it takes for multiple men to fuck one woman. I’ve seen enough porn on the subject to earn myself a doctorate in gangbanging. But that’s very different from this. Those men are fucking for their own satisfaction and the pleasure of the men watching. They don’t give a fuck about the woman they’re using. She’s just a vessel with orifices to slide their cocks into.
Luna isn’t like that.
That isn’t how I want this to be for her.
But we’ve never fucked together before. We haven’t worked out the rules, and so there is no finesse to this situation. And Luna deserves finesse. She deserves our absolute best. She needs all the skills we can bring to give her pleasure. It’s the only way I can guarantee that this won’t be a one-off.
We’re on the road for weeks, always together in whatever hotel we’re staying in. As bodyguards, we have unfettered access to more and more of this. A dull tour filled with duty could become something so much more interesting. It could give us the chance to show Luna that we’re men she wants to keep around. This is our moment.
So why do I feel so worried that we’re all going to fuck it up?
We can’t get to know Luna the way she deserves like this.
We won’t be the men she needs if we run in, all guns blazing. If our military experience has taught us anything, it’s that a meticulously planned operation will turn out better ninety-nine percent of the time. A rushed operation will nearly always fail or at least result in some casualties along the way.
Sex and casualties are not a good combination.
I need my crew to understand that simple fact. They’re all thinking with their dicks right now, not their heads. Touching Connor’s shoulder, I whisper, “There’s too many of us,” close to his ear. “You go first. Then, if she wants more, come get us one by one.” When his eyes meet mine, an understanding passes between us. He knows how much I want this, but I’m offering to give up my place at the table for the greater good.
I start to back off, clearing my throat so that the others can see that there’s been a change of approach. Connor nods his head at the door, and the rest of the crew gets the message quickly. Luna’s eyes follow us all as we leave, her mouth opens in protest, but when Connor begins to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt, her gaze drifts to his muscular chest. Ben is the last to leave, but I hesitate with my hand on the door handle. Luna wasn’t looking for privacy, so maybe I don’t need to close it. Maybe we can watch, listen, and learn from a distance.
As Connor loosens his belt and unbuttons his black pants, I watch Luna push up on her elbows and spread her legs. There’s an almost palpable crackle of electricity buzzing between them as he climbs over her, dipping to kiss her lips, tentatively then deeper. He presses his knee against her barely covered pussy, eliciting a moan that forces me to take hold of my cock and squeeze. But when he kisses slowly downward, sucking her pretty nipples and nuzzling her navel, I have to rest against the wall to stop myself from falling.
It’s not normal to like a girl and get turned on by watching her fuck someone else. Or is it? Who knows what’s normal when it comes to sex? We all have our own kinks and fetishes, the little things that turn okay sex to amazing and mind-altering sex. Maybe I just found mine.
“I don’t know how you can watch,” Hudson says. “That shit would just about stop my heart. I don’t have the restraint. I’d be back in there, shoving Connor out of the way, the lucky fuck.”
“You should try watching,” I say. “Because today, we’re taking turns, but it might not always be that way. You know that in situations like this, taking turns isn’t the norm.”
“Luna can’t take us all at the same time. She’s too fucking tiny.” Hudson folds his arms and shakes his head. With biceps straining the sleeves of his jacket, his six-four frame is certainly intimidating. He might dismiss the idea now, but if he was watching Luna and Connor grasping at each other as though they want to rip each other’s skin off, maybe he’d have a different opinion.