I can barely look at him.
“Obviously not like this, but if we don’t do something, he could come up with a worse punishment. If not Jiko, then who? He picked this for a purpose. He wants to show me Kyla isn’t really mine and what better way than to have someone fuck her in front of me. He could get multiple someones if we don’t comply. It’ll be ten times worse. You know it, Mag. You know what he’s capable of. Next time, he’ll demand he’s in the room, and there’s no fucking way we’ll be able to get out of it then. It has to be this way.”
“This isn’t something for us to decide.” Magnum scratches his scruff. “It’s Kyla’s body. I’ll do whatever she wants. I’ll still go into the back room and put a bullet in Cardinale’s skull if that’s what she wants.”
Finally, I glance up, meeting Magnum’s gaze. The look there is indescribable, and it immediately softens me. The two guys here, right now, only want what’s best for me.
Johnny’s right. If we don’t handle this now, it could get worse. It’s not as if K’s just going to drop it. He wouldn’t.
“Okay...” I say, holding Magnum’s gaze.
Relief sags Johnny’s shoulders. He presses a kiss to my temple. “I’m so sorry.” When he straightens, he says, “I’m going to get Jiko’s phone for the pictures. You guys talk or whatever you have to do,” he says awkwardly.
Johnny strides toward the back room. Magnum moves forward. “We can leave,” he says. “Right the fuck now. I can get us out of here. We don’t have to come back.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, loving that he’s still thinking about me. He really meant what he said earlier. I think it’s time you let someone take care of you for a while. “We can’t leave,” I tell him.
“I don’t want our first time to be this,” Mag says, jaw clenching. “It’s not fucking right.”
“Then let’s not make it this.” I don’t even know what I’m saying, but I agree with it as soon as it leaves my mouth. I pull him down to kiss me.
He moans into my lips, taking control. I open for him, and his tongue thoroughly assaults my mouth, obliterating any bad thoughts. This, I can handle. Jacob and I are an eventuality. He wanted to take it slow, but this was going to happen.
“I’m so sorry you have to do this,” he breathes.
“Sex with you won’t be a chore,” I tell him, my core already heating in response to his demanding kiss.
He yanks my hips to meet his, and I’m greeted with his erect cock, lengthening right through his tactical pants. “Never,” he says. “But I’m not used to an audience.”
My nipples peak. The experience I had with Oscar and Brawler in the strip club flashes through my mind. “It can be fun,” I breathe.
He groans, nipping at my neck, turning my body to molten fire in the process. I grab the hem of his shirt and pull up. He grabs the material in the back and helps me take it off, the typical guy move that’s hot as fuck. I work my hands over the hard planes of his chest. He’s been putting that weight set in his room to good use because this body has been labored over. Cut with long training hours and sweat.
I kiss the dip between his pecs, and he moves my chin up to claim my lips again. His grip settles onto my hips, his touch just shy of biting as he pulls me toward him with needier movements.
He growls as he grabs my shirt and pulls it from my head. He reaches for me again, moving his hands down to cup my ass. It isn’t as if Magnum hasn’t seen me naked before, but this time, it’s for him. He has the control. He’s the one who gets to touch me, and if his cock is anything to go by, he’s enjoying every moment of it.
I am too.
The door to the back room clicks, and Magnum freezes. I kiss him back with more fervor. We can’t stop this now. It’s done. Plus, I don’t want this to stop now.
For Johnny’s part, he’s quiet as he moves back into our space. The bubble that Magnum and I have made for ourselves. The back of my neck tingles, so I know he’s in the room, but he’s not making himself known. He’s giving us this.
“I want you,” I whisper to Jacob.
He moans, and my words do what kissing him couldn’t. He ignores Johnny and pushes my leggings down my thighs. I kick my shoes off and then step out of my leggings and socks, so I’m standing there in my bra and panties. His hands come up to cup my breasts, and I gasp at his firm touch.
The chair Johnny was sitting in creaks.
I undo the button on Magnum’s pants and push them to the ground while I kiss him with everything I have. It’s a desperate kiss. A hundred emotions I tried to keep at bay swim to the surface, and I put them all into the kiss, sweeping my tongue over his like we’re in a private duel.
He teases my nipple through my sports bra, and I moan. “Yes.”
With a hand tight around my back, he pushes my shoulders back as he trails his lips down my chest before capturing my nipple in his mouth, sucking it right through the fabric of my bra. He gives it a sweet bite, and my pussy clenches.
With one hand, he unclasps my bra, and I don’t think I was ever so happy to take it off in my life. Now bare-breasted, he plays with each peak until I’m taut with want.
“Jacob,” I breathe.
He moans into my skin, purring his approval at my use of his real name. He dips his hand over my stomach and under the band of my panties. He caresses my slick pussy before pushing a finger inside. I grab a hold of his upper arms, moving in tandem with his touch.
The chair creaks again, and I wonder if he’s getting any pictures of this. Or if he’s upset or—
Jacob presses into my clit, and I gasp. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I want to come on you,” I breathe.
Jacob bends, picking me up by the backs of my thighs and takes me over to the arm of the couch. He sits me on it, then tears my panties down. I grasp to balance myself as he yanks his boxers down his thighs. His dick... Fuck, his dick. It’s impressive. Thick and straight.
Behind him, Johnny rises to come closer. I watch him as Jacob lowers a condom over his cock.
The anticipation has me groaning. Johnny’s face is unreadable, masked because of the blood and bruising, so I don’t know how he feels about this. Knowing him, he would never let it happen if he didn’t want it to.
Or if he knew there was no other way.
I reach out, gripping Jacob’s dick, stroking him until his body clenches. He pulls me forward, lines us up, and then plunges inside of me. My mouth falls open at how thick he is. “Fuck, Jacob. Oh, God.”
“I’ve waited for this. I’ve wanted this.”
I open my eyes to find Johnny lifting the camera. I tilt my head up and then wrap my hands in Jacob’s hair as he pumps inside me. Short pumps, testing. As if he’s unsure still.
I wrap my legs around him and pull him toward me. He grinds against my clit, and the moan that escapes me encourages him.
“You feel fucking fantastic.”
I’m lost for words. I’m surprised there’s enough room for Magnum to bury himself inside me. I can barely move against him without pleasure ripping through me at the spot he’s reaching.
Johnny moves to the side, cell phone still raised. I must be into dirty shit because my body ratchets higher and an orgasm hits me out of nowhere. I hold on to Jacob as a scream tears through me, my walls clenching around him.