Page 45 of Brazen Defiance (Brazen Boys #4)

Clara

F our of us get ready for bed, agreeing to meet in my room, Trips disappearing upstairs after the last movie. My bed isn’t any bigger than the one in the RV, but none of us wants to sleep separately tonight. Not when we have no guarantee of tomorrow.

So once I’ve brushed my teeth, I take a risk, pulling on the slip RJ got for me, the material silky, sensual in a way I haven’t felt in months.

Healing was important, but it killed my sex drive for a while.

And by the time it came back, the RV was a sweatbox and Tío Juan’s yard wasn’t exactly private, so there haven’t been many opportunities to really connect in the last few months.

But tonight, I want everyone close, to kiss and be kissed, to touch and be touched. Loved. I want us all to feel loved.

When Walker steps through the door in his pajama pants and t-shirt, a wry grin cuts across his face. “It looks like I’ve overdressed for the occasion.”

“Nah. You just wrapped the present,” I tease.

“So did you,” Jansen says, stepping in behind Walker. RJ comes in last, closing the door behind him.

And looking at the three of them there, all their attention on me, I lose my words. Then they move, Jansen crawling behind me, scooping my hair to the side and pressing a kiss to the back of my neck, Walker sliding up to my right, his grip on my chin firm as he pulls my mouth to his.

And RJ grabs one of my pink chairs and pulls it next to the bed, stripping off his shirt and leaning back, his eyes already hooded, a small smile creasing his cheek. “That slip looks just as good this time as the last,” he says, and goosebumps pebble my skin.

Walker glances at him, then over my shoulder at Jansen.

With that silent direction, RJ heads for the door, but I trust there’s a reason.

I don’t want to figure out what they’re silently communicating, what they’re planning.

Instead, I let out the needy beast that wants to play when I’m surrounded by any of my guys.

“Kiss me,” I say, clutching Walker’s shirt, tugging him closer.

“I think you’ve got me confused with Jay, there, princess,” he mutters, pulling my hand from his shirt. He trails his fingers over my lips, and I nip at them, something wild urging me to push.

His dark chuckle has the goosebumps returning, then with a tilt of his head, Jansen’s in front of me, giving me everything I asked for and more.

Our tongues wrestle, my hand tight on his braid, a small tug causing him to groan.

Meanwhile, Walker starts some sultry, wordless music, turning the volume up before kissing from my neck down my shoulder, sliding the strap down my arm as he goes, the softness of his touch and the fabric ghostly, lighting up my nerves.

And when I open my eyes, Jansen’s green gaze is dark, a dirty jade meant to cut.

“More,” I demand, my grip on the braid probably too tight, but his grin tells me otherwise.

“Gladly.”

He devours me, the click of the door barely registering as Walker slides out from behind me, Jansen pinning me to the mattress.

I let him have the upper hand for a while, reveling in being consumed, before I roll and pin him instead.

I sit back, watching his chest rise and fall, annoyed that it’s still covered.

Yanking off his shirt, I rake my nails down his front, and he flexes into my muted violence, his lids closing to slits.

“Yes,” he mumbles, as I lean down and kiss the scratches better.

Tugging off his shorts, leaving him gloriously naked, I lick the underside of his already hard cock, just a tease, before I crawl back over him, hovering with my lips right above his, but not kissing him. Making him wait.

And he does, his eyes flicking from mine to my lips and back, asking without words what I want.

Two low chuckles sound from beside us, and I turn, not giving him the kiss he wants, braced above him, the only contact between us my calves where they press into his sides and my hands where they’re wrapped around his wrists.

I notice they’ve moved my clothes rack to shield the bed, and tension I didn’t know I was holding eases in my shoulders. While I was busy, they found a camera and then protected me from it. God, these guys are amazing.

RJ’s back in the chair, stripped naked, his hand wrapped around his erection, and I want to lick him too.

Walker perches on the edge of the mattress, his grin pulling me from my wandering thoughts, the edge to it hinting that whatever teasing I give to Jansen he will return tenfold.

“What do you want tonight, Princess?” he asks, the rasp in his voice betraying his calm words.

“I want all of us, together,” I say, worried I’m asking for too much. For something that I’m not supposed to want.

But he smirks, glancing at RJ whose grip tightens on himself. And I can feel the way Jansen shivers under me at the suggestion.

Walker sets something down beside the bed that I can’t see. “Then that’s what you’ll get. Eventually.”

I glare, the daring still strong. “Not too eventually, I hope.”

“Greedy.”

“For you guys? I’m a glutton.”

I get nothing more from him, but Jansen twitches in my hold. I turn back to him, some part of me—a part that grows stronger every time we play—thrilled to have him at my mercy. “If I have to wait, you do too,” I tell him.

Walker crawls over to me, taking my mouth with force. “And if he’s good?” he asks when we come up for air.

“Then he gets rewarded,” I answer, ignoring the man under me, but feeling his uneven pulse against my palms.

Walker pushes down the side of the slip that he already loosened, the small mound of my breast freed.

Maintaining eye contact, he drops to my nipple, and with no preamble, latches onto it, causing pleasure to course through me, the urge to drop on top of Jansen only resisted because I can hear how his breaths are less controlled the longer we go without touching.

I like bringing him to the edge and forcing him to stay there. There’s nothing like it when I let go of his leash afterwards.

Walker pulls away from my nipple with a slight pop, the cool air against the wet tip already making me lightheaded enough for a whimper to escape. Jansen’s hips buck, and I dig my nails into his wrists, a warning without words.

Then Walker moves to my other side, slipping the other strap over my shoulder, the top falling as far as my arms allow.

Sitting back, he takes me in, and I have a feeling this moment will show up in his sketchbook later.

“Do you know what Jansen’s wanted for a while now?

I think it might be the perfect reward.”

“Oh, please,” he whimpers, and I try to force my brain to think instead of giving in to the haze of pleasure. The longer I have three sets of eyes staring at me like I’m the most gorgeous woman on the planet, the harder it is to do anything besides feel.

I’m saved from thinking when Walker slides a careful finger down my spine, kissing from my collarbone to my other nipple, stopping there as he grabs my ass. “Think you’re ready to take two of us at once?”

And now it’s my turn to melt. “Yes. Please.” When his tongue circles my nipple, I let my greedy self surface, locking eyes with RJ across the room. “All three of you. At once.”

RJ settles farther back in the chair, taking in the view, his eyes gleaming at my demand. Walker nips at my nipple, and I moan, the feel of his smirk hot against my skin. And Jansen gives a full body shiver beneath me.

“That, princess, can be arranged.”

While I twist toward Jansen, Walker shifts to kiss the back of my shoulder, down my ribs, lighting up parts of my body that have been nothing but utilitarian. “Will you be good?” I get out, my voice almost stern.

Jansen nods frantically, his erection bobbing between us, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he waits for me to tell him what I want.

And after a beat, I show him. I lower onto him, using his dick to grind against, trapping it between us, my teeth and tongue taking from his mouth just like my clit takes from the soft steel between us. Using his body for my pleasure.

Walker slips behind me, the kisses trailing down my back, his hands gripping my waist as I rub up and down Jansen’s length, getting wetter with every pass, the tease to him just as much a tease for me. But also, an aching pleasure, the slow rumble of an approaching summer storm.

The three of us move together, Jansen shuddering as he keeps himself from bucking up into me, and I thread our fingers together. His grip grows tight, his mouth frantic, the wildness he hides having no place to go but out, only kept back by his own desire.

He could overpower me in a moment.

But he chooses to stay pinned, under my command, and the power that gives me, the trust he gifts me, it’s like I have the magic needed to control a wildfire. Vibrant, unbelievable, and so goddamn hot that each touch burns.

My long, slow drags pick up, need building in me, and Walker notices, his hands slipping from my waist and up to my breasts, his fingers plucking my nipples, making me pant at the additional sensation.

He kisses up my back, and one hand slips around, gathering my hair, revealing my neck to him.

His teeth sink in as his grip tightens on both my hair and my nipple, and I cry out, the combination of stings and aches turning my slow build into an electrical storm, my orgasm coursing through me, startling me with its strength and suddenness.

I press against Jansen, and he mutters nonsense words that sound like names in alphabetical order, his eyes squeezed shut as the space between us gets drenched with my release.

Shuddering in Walker’s grasp, my grip on Jansen loosens, and he grabs my wrist and drags it to his lips, licking, kissing, nipping at the soft skin there as I ride continued waves of pleasure.

“Shit,” I gasp out, the ride seeming unending, Walker’s teeth loosening, his tongue soothing what will probably be a bruise tomorrow.

Totally worth it.

Walker crawls from behind me, and I drop on top of Jansen, shifting my head to watch him, catching sight of RJ’s gaze locked on us, an aftershock rushing through me at his attention.

“Was Jansen good enough?” Walker asks, squatting next to the mattress, still fully dressed, the jerk.

I nod, not trusting my words, Jansen twitching between my legs. But I turn to him, kissing him until I recover enough to give him praise. “Very good,” I whisper against his lips.

He whimpers.

“Are you ready to give him his prize?” Walker shucks his shirt, his grip on himself tight through the cotton pants.

I turn back to Jansen, tracing the shape of his cheekbones, his jaw, his body practically vibrating beneath me as he waits for my answer. I press my lips to his, chaste compared to the kisses before. “Yes.”

“Hell yeah,” he gasps out, before I’m on my back and he’s across the mattress, taking a bottle from Walker.

Lube. At some point today, one of them bought lube.

And I thought I was orchestrating this thing.

But looking at the three of them, I don’t even care. This is exactly what we all need. And I can’t wait for whatever happens next.