Page 103 of A Knight’s Revenge: The Complete Series

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

BENNETT

F ate was kind enough to let us enjoy a few days of peace, safely ensconced in our tower fortress away from the bullshit of the Academy, the City, and my father.

It was Tuesday morning, and I was feeling very content as I lay sprawled on the couch with my Angel draped over me like a blanket. I sorted through my email on my phone with one hand while I ran my fingers lazily up and down Jolie’s back, reveling in her happy sighs.

I was also reveling in the current quiet of the penthouse.

Noah was outside, braving the still-cold pool, intent on swimming laps in his wetsuit under the midmorning clouds.

Zach had gone down to the security floors to lift weights and see if he could goad Rocky into a fight.

Max had disappeared with Mari on some kind of brunch or shopping date, in what was probably an attempt to ensure his position as best-guy-friend was still solid now that he’d been challenged by Frankie.

The only sounds in the house were the faint sloshing of Noah’s strokes out on the pool deck and the low hum of the old Dashboard Confessional song that played through the living room’s speaker system.

Bliss.

“Has your father tried to call you again?” Jolie murmured, her cheek still pressed tight to my chest .

I dragged my fingertips through her loose blonde hair. “Not since yesterday morning.”

“I wonder what he thinks he’ll accomplish by calling you incessantly like that?”

I let out a wry laugh. “Force of habit, Angel. I do something to piss him off, he calls to yell at me.”

And I had no doubt he was very pissed off.

He certainly wouldn’t have given a shit about the welfare of Elise’s sister, but Jolie had made a very violent and public example of his mole by tossing her battered body onto the front steps of Spencer Tower.

To make matters worse, the Montgomerys published an exposé on the whole thing the next day.

When Jolie had returned from the basement soaked in blood and her knuckles torn all to hell, my heart had broken for her even as my already deep admiration had increased tenfold.

My Angel shouldn’t have to sink into the brutal violence of this heartless fucking City—she had her three jaded boyfriends to do that for her now. And she had Frankie , for fuck’s sake.

But she would never allow that. Jolie led by example, and her people respected her first and foremost because she was on the front lines of this fight right alongside them.

Zach had taken one look at her and led her upstairs to get cleaned up, then Noah, Max, and I huddled around the kitchen island and listened to Mari describe every detail of Jolie’s brutal and righteous punishment of Elise’s rat of a sister.

That woman was also on borrowed time, and I hoped Jolie’s message had Elise shaking in her stripper heels.

“Mmm, well,” Jolie said as she snuggled deeper into my embrace, “he can’t touch you here, Bennett. Not on my watch.”

I hummed approvingly, and I marveled at what kind of fucking idiot I’d been, trying to push this perfect woman away from me under the ridiculous pretense of keeping her safe.

The elevator sounded, and Zach waltzed into the living room wearing a stolen Knight-branded gym towel around his neck, a tight tank top, and his joggers.

His wet hair hung in disheveled strands across his forehead, and his dark eyes zeroed in on Jolie where she lay—relaxed and very cozy—across my body .

I knew that look. Jolie wore tiny sleep shorts under her oversized sweatshirt this morning, and I’d taken the opportunity to run my hand over the tight curve of her ass several times already.

Zach’s gaze snagged on that perfect ass and didn’t waver as he dropped his gym bag and crawled onto the couch.

“Princess, you look delicious,” he purred as he straddled my calves and grabbed two handfuls of her butt. “Has Spencer had you all to himself this morning?”

“Yes, so fuck off,” I retorted lazily. “We’re relaxing.”

He tsk’ d, shaking his head as he hooked his fingers in Jolie’s waistband and dragged her shorts down to her ankles. “It’s time for you to learn to share, my friend.”

“Zach!” Jolie gasped as he exposed her bare ass to the chilly air of the penthouse. “What are you doing?”

He hiked her hips up high, and her knees came down onto the couch cushion on either side of my thighs as she looped an arm around my neck for balance. I dropped my phone to the floor to hold her steady, and I watched as she shut her eyes tight and pressed her face into my shoulder with a deep moan.

Zach had buried his face in her pussy, taking what looked like slow, deliberate licks up her center as she squirmed in my arms. I was equal parts annoyed at his interrupting our time together and turned way the fuck on by watching my Angel writhe on his face.

“You’re not gonna deny our girl this pleasure by being a selfish dick, are you, Spencer?” Zach taunted me, pinning me with a challenging stare as he dipped his tongue back into her folds.

I grasped Jolie’s face with two hands, pulling her from my shoulder and forcing her to bring those gorgeous eyes to mine. “Do you like that, Angel? Do you like what Zach’s doing to you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “It feels so good.”

“Do you want him to keep going? Do you want to take us both right here on this couch?”

“Yes,” she hissed, arching her back as Zach spread her ass wide and dove back in. “Share me with him, Bennett. I want you both.”

I knew I could never deny my Angel anything she wanted.

My dick was already so hard that I was in physical pain. I knew exactly what Zach was up to, and it wasn’t helping. “Where’s Zach’s tongue, Angel?”

He chuckled, giving her another long lick. “He knows where it is, Princess, but go ahead and tell him anyway.”

“My ass,” she panted. “He’s licking me there.”

Fuck. “Do you like that?” I rasped.

“Yes,” she moaned. “But I need one of you to give me your cock, like, immediately.”

Zach pulled back and sank a finger into what I was certain was a dripping wet pussy. “Just because I am a gentleman and an excellent co-boyfriend, I’ll let you take Bennett first, baby girl. Get ready.”

He snaked a hand underneath her and yanked on the waistband of my sweats, freeing my cock just as Jolie positioned herself on top of it. She wrapped her little hand around it and guided me to her entrance. Then she sank down, all three of us groaning in unison as she went.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re so goddamn tight.”

She rocked her hips, bending forward to brace herself on either side of my head. I pulled her lips to mine, kissing her possessively as she rode me.

Suddenly, she gasped, and I felt the intrusion that had caused such a delicious sound. Zach had slipped his slick finger into her ass, letting her rock gently against it as she fucked me.

“Oh damn, I can feel that monster in there, Princess,” he cooed. “I bet you’re so fucking full right now, baby.”

“I am,” she cried, moving her hips faster. “Oh fuck, I’m close.”

“Feel good, Angel?” I bit out through gritted teeth. “You like us filling both holes like that?”

“Yes, I want to be able to have all of you someday,” she purred. “All of my boys. All together.”

Fuck me, I might die. Never had I contemplated sharing a woman with the men I called my brothers, but never had I contemplated that the girl we’d all loved since childhood was still alive, walking this earth, and would turn out to be so fucking perfect for each one of us.

Zach caught my eye over Jolie’s shoulder, and he winked at me before he commanded, “Switch.” He jerked Jolie off my dick by her hips and tipped her back down onto all fours, then he plunged inside of her, fucking her roughly while she hovered over me .

“Bennett,” she whimpered as our eyes locked. “I’m going to come.”

I stole another filthy kiss. “Yeah? If you come for him, you’ll have to come again for me too. It’s only fair, Angel.”

“Okay,” she promised, nodding vigorously. “Just let me come.”

“You heard her,” I barked at Zach. “No more fucking around.”

He rolled his eyes at me, his brutal pace never faltering. “Get her clit, then, man.”

I reached between Jolie’s legs, finding that bundle of nerves and rubbing it with rough, vigorous strokes. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and I felt her body tense above me as Zach swore viciously.

“That’s fucking right, Princess. Choke the life out of my cock. Fuck .”

She screamed, and I slammed my lips back onto hers to swallow those sweet sounds as she came. Zach let out a pained groan, signaling the end of the road for him.

He slipped out before gently sliding her right back onto my dick, and she took my girth easily this time. She sat up, rocking lazily, her eyes hooded and her grin satisfied as she stared down at me with all the love and affection I craved.

“You want to come inside me, too, Bennett?” she asked. “You want to claim me just like Zach did?”

I growled, “I’m going to fill you so fucking full, Angel. But you have to earn it. You have to come again first.”

“His Highness has spoken,” Zach teased, kneeling behind her and helping her stay upright as I pumped my hips upward, fucking her from below. “Give us one more, baby girl, and then you can have all the cum you want.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, throwing an arm around Zach’s neck as he pressed her back to his chest. “Give it to me, Bennett.”

I roared, slamming up into her while she held onto Zach for dear life. He shoved his tongue into her mouth as she cried out, and I knew we’d won as she clamped down hard on my dick, her second climax arriving just in the nick of time.

“Bennett!”

“Oh fuck , Angel. Fuck.” I let myself go with a low groan, emptying into her as spots danced across my vision.

She sagged, leaning back into Zach’s arms as she reached for my hand, threading her fingers through mine. Zach placed a tender kiss into the crook of her neck, and I did the same as I brought the inside of her wrist to my lips.