Page 21 of Beautifully Shattered (Secrets & Scars #3)

A grin pulls at my lips as my Angel obeys my words, slowly prying her lids apart to watch our friends entangled in a frenzy like they can’t fucking control themselves.

I know the fucking feeling.

Abbey had been asleep for a while when I heard their boots on the porch. She’d rolled over, and I’d kept her close, wanting her to feel my arms around her, even in sleep. She didn’t even stir when they came into the room, Jols whispering and giggling quietly.

So naturally, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

It was purely for Jols’ benefit. I’ve seen JD fuck more times than I can count. Hell, for the last couple of years, he’s been my own live porn star, putting on private shows with women so I could jack off in peace, without the Doxies trying to get a piece of me .

Whereas Jols has never done anything but stand on the sidelines and watch the orgies at the club. Never participating.

“I’m gonna eat your sweet cunt, Babydoll,” JD whispers, trailing kisses down over Jols’ bra-clad tits, which is the only thing she’s wearing now.

Babydoll… I’ll have to remember to give him shit about that later.

Abbey’s legs squirm a little under the blanket, and from where I’m propped on my side with pillows behind me, I can see her eyes are still on them. Locked on the show unfolding in front of us.

My eyes flick back to the couple, lost in their own world. JD’s head is now buried between Jols’ thighs, and Abbey’s breathing deepens as we watch Jols arch her back, her hands fisting into JD’s hair, her lips parting in a silent moan.

I’m horny as fuck. My release in the shower earlier only scratched the surface, barely taking the edge off. And now, as my Angel squirms again, clearly turned on by what she’s seeing, I decide we can take a little of our own pleasure from this moment.

Sliding my hand from Abbey’s stomach, I graze my fingers down to her panties, my eyes on the side of her face as she bites her lip, before pressing my fingers over the fabric. Right against her clit.

Well, there’s a sanitary pad in the way, but I can still feel her through the padded barrier.

Abbey stiffens, but a moment later melts against me, shifting her top leg wider to give me better access, and I fucking smile.

My Angel is horny again.

Even through the barrier, I can feel her little nub is already swollen with need, practically matching how fucking hard my cock is, pressed firm against her arse.

Fuck . I’ll never get enough of her.

JD’s hand shifts between Jols’ legs, and when she arches again, slapping her hand over her mouth, I know exactly what my best mate is doing to her.

His fingers are inside her. Deep.

Grazing my digits lower over my Angel’s panties, I feel the heat radiating off her and bite back a fucking groan, because I bet her arousal is already making her slick.

“Your panties are hot. Is your pussy wet for me?” I breathe quietly against her ear, and I swear my words work like fire, her body turning into an inferno against me.

A whispered, strangled sound escapes Jols’ lips, drawing my attention to see her body going rigid as she comes, and my Angel’s hips drive forward, seeking more friction.

“Fuck, Angel. Does that make you want to come too?” I whisper as JD draws Jols’ orgasm out, and Abbey nods slightly, holding her breath as my fingers move faster over her.

Coming up for air, JD grins wickedly up at Jols before his head turns in our direction.

Jols is too busy panting through her aftershocks to notice me watching, and JD shoots me a wink, his lips stretched in a fucking cocky, toothy smile beneath his scruffy beard.

Not wanting to alert Jols to her audience, I swallow my chuckle, my eyes dropping to Abbey’s face to see her lids are shut, faking sleep like a good girl.

JD raises his brows as he nods towards Abbey, and I nod back, silently confirming that she’s awake .

What he does now is all on him.

With my fingers still slowly circling the fabric over Abbey’s clit, I watch JD shift over Jols, whispering to her, this time quieter, making it impossible for me to hear.

He shifts back, his hard cock jutting out in front of him as he reaches to the side, fishing through the pockets of his jeans, probably searching for a rubber.

“Open your eyes, Angel,” I whisper, watching her until those long dark lashes flutter open to see JD kneeling on the bed, still searching for protection as Jols quickly shifts, sitting up and taking his cock into her mouth.

My cock fucking jumps at the sight.

Not because I’m aroused by the sight of Jols or JD, but because watching a woman’s lips wrap around a man’s cock always gets me off.

“Fuck, Babydoll. You suck me so good,” he whispers, though fuck, it’s hardly a whisper. He knows we’re watching, and he’s not holding back.

Abbey’s hips start gently rocking against my fingers, building a rhythm that has my cock weeping at the tip. Without meaning to, I grind the hard fucker against the valley of her arse, and she tenses, but it’s short-lived when my fingers move faster, and her lips part, a soft pant slipping out.

Finally finding a condom, JD tears the foil packet open with his teeth before gripping Jols’ head, and pulling her away.

“You’re hungry tonight, Babydoll.”

She nods, watching him roll the condom on, and then he pushes her back to the mattress, hovering over her before slapping his cock over her mound.

Fucking cocky prick .

The move makes Jols giggle, and she quickly slaps her hand over her mouth, and this time, when they both look our way, I close my eyes.

Would Jols stop if she knew we were watching?

I’m not actually sure. This is a side of Jols I’ve never seen. She’s never risked being caught like this before.

I suppose she knows I won’t rat her out to Smitty, her overbearing stepdad, but still, getting caught by someone else is a huge fucking risk. Especially with so many people on the compound. Anyone could’ve seen her sneak in here.

The thing is, death and funerals have a way of making you reassess what actually matters. So maybe Jols doesn’t care anymore.

Too bad it’s JD that’ll pay for it.

Rustling on their bed pulls my attention, and I crack one eye open.

They’re not bothered with us anymore, their focus now back on each other.

“Watch them, Angel,” I urge quietly, pressing my hand to Abbey’s mound and grinding the heel of my palm against her as I start rubbing over the padded fabric that covers her entrance.

Her eyes fly open just in time to see Jols hook her far leg over JD’s shoulder, his hand pressing her wide open in a way that we can see nearly everything as he lines up his cock and slowly sinks it in.

They both groan, and now I’m the one shifting, fucking aching to feel Abbey wrapped around me.

I knew she was struggling to come in the shower earlier, which is why I knelt down and did something I hoped she’d like. Something I knew might push the line, but would snap her out of her head and away from the weight of her broken heart.

With that in mind, and my need to feel my cock close to her entrance, I release her pussy, feeling her stiffen as I quietly shift just enough to free my cock, and slide it between her thighs.

“Keep your legs tight, Angel,” I whisper against her ear, pushing my cock as far as it’ll go as she closes her thighs around it. “I’m gonna fuck them until I come.”

A faint whimper falls from Abbey’s lips, her legs flexing, sandwiching my cock with warm, perfect pressure, and I quietly groan against her ear.

My hand returns to her front, skating over her mound, now pulled tight to accommodate my cock, and I start pumping my hard fucking rod as I kneed her clit once again.

Our ragged breathing syncs, both of us locked in a quiet rhythm as we watch our friends fuck.

They’re too lost in each other now to care if they wake us, their moans growing louder as they chase their highs.

Dry fucking between Abbey’s thighs is gonna leave me with a sore cock later, but right now, I’m too far gone to care.

As I pump my cock between the press of her skin, her fingertips graze over my tip, feeling the fat head of my cock as it pokes in and out.

Groaning in her ear, I nip at her lobe, my eyes no longer on my mates, but focused on the side of her face and her parted lips as her cheeks flush from her arousal.

She starts writhing against me, grinding her clit harder against my fingers, even as she grips my cock between her legs, shifting it higher until I’m not just fucking her thighs, but grinding against her panties too .

“Fuck, Angel. I want to dirty your cunt with my cum, and mix it with your blood.”

She doesn’t stiffen like I expect her to when I say the word cunt . Instead, she moves again, frantic now, tugging her panties aside until my cock slides through her slick folds.

We both moan, and if she notices, she doesn’t let on, panting loudly as the fat head of my cock glides over her clit with each slow grind from behind, while my fingers rub her needy bud harder, matching the rhythm.

We’re both gonna end up painted in her blood, but I don’t give a fuck. If she wasn’t grazed inside from giving birth, I’d already be buried deep inside her.

It’s JD’s and Jols’ cries of ecstasy that finally push Abbey over the edge. Her climax ripping through her so hard I can feel her cunt pulsing against my fingers and my cock as I thrust from behind.

“I can feel your pussy throbbing,” I rasp, my voice strangled as my nuts draw tight and pleasure detonates inside me.

A second later, hot jets of cum shoot from my tip, pulsing against Abbey’s clit and drenched folds.

“Enjoy the show?”

JD’s voice is what snaps me out of my haze. That and my Angel stiffening against me before she squeaks and yanks the blankets up to cover her head.

“As always,” I chuckle, tightening my arms around my embarrassed wife as she hides, while Jols giggles in the bed next to us.

“You two are secretly gay lovers, aren’t you?” she teases, not the least bit embarrassed that we just watched them, and got off to it .