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SEVENTEEN

COLBY

Jackson is a liar. Maybe not intentionally, but I selfishly want her to decide right now.

I want her to say yes to this. To us, to letting the three of us always take care of her.

To letting Jackson and I finally love her the way we were always meant to and building the blatantly obvious connection and chemistry that she shares with Sydnee.

It could be easy. The four of us, going on tours, living our lives, finally having a reason to keep doing this shit again.

The girls and the drugs stopped doing it for me early on in my career.

The music has been worth sticking around for, but adding Hale to the mix…

I can’t let her go again. The connection we share, it may not be okay to most, but I don’t care.

There wasn’t a day in my life that I saw her as a sister. She’s always been mine.

Mine to ruin, mine to take, mine to keep .

Maybe we lost ourselves along the way, and maybe I’m too damn high to be thinking this deeply.

“But decide anyway. Be with us, the three of us. Let us take care of you, let us be yours in every sense.” My lips form the words too quickly, and Hale’s head whips in my direction.

“Is it that simple?” she whispers, her voice barely audible to me. I scoot myself across the lounge chair, close enough to touch her.

“It is. It can be.” My palm makes its way to her face, stroking one large finger down her cheek just to feel her skin beneath mine. Her breath catches, and her eyes meet mine.

“I don’t know. We said…” She pauses and bites her lip. “We said this was a one-time thing.”

“No, you said that. We never agreed to let you go,” Jackson says surely, his arms clutching tighter around her body.

Blame it on the weed or the way the lights dance across her sleepy eyes, but I can't look away from her. Maybe out of fear that once I do, the connection that we’ve shared will be over, the mirage broken.

“Okay.” Haley’s agreement is soft, causing my heart to begin pumping double time. I think it’s trying to escape, break free, and crawl home to her, to its owner and keeper.

“Okay?” I barely breathe, the two of us holding on to Hale so tight.

“We can try?—”

My lips land against hers, pulling her slightly from Jackson’s lap to cup her face between both of my hands. I try to give her all of me. My devotion, my praise, through this kiss. She breathes deeply, and I inhale the scent of mint from her.

She’s perfect. She’s perfect as my tongue pushes past her lips, and she opens her mouth wider for my exploration.

I could devour her in one sitting, but Jackson pulls her from me.

Their lips tangle together instantly, so naturally, and damn, they look good together.

She whimpers against him, and my eyes follow their bodies to see his groin pressed tightly against her.

When she releases a deep moan, he pulls her plump bottom lip between his teeth.

The sight of them causes goosebumps along my skin. As jealous as I am that another man is causing those sighs to fall from her lips, I also relish the idea that both of us will bring her pleasure together soon enough.

Jackson makes his way to her throat, biting and sucking at her tender flesh when, suddenly, Hale turns on me.

“You got to taste me. Now it’s my turn to taste you. Pants off.” Her tone is demanding, with eyes full of need. The sleepy girl who tiptoed onto this balcony is long gone now.

“Can you take us both, brat? Can you be a good girl and ride Jackson’s cock while you suck me?” I ask, rubbing my finger back and forth over her bottom lip.

“Yes, I want you both,” she says, tongue darting out of her mouth to catch my thumb. My cock jumps, straining against my zipper and longing for her beautiful wet mouth.

“So bratty, but so fucking sweet,” I whisper to her while her wet tongue swirls endlessly around my thumb, Jackson’s antics beneath her causing a moan deep in her throat that vibrates my digit.

The three of us getting undressed is messy and chaotic, but finding our places together again is equally beautiful. Hale hovers over Jackson’s cock with the tip of mine dancing in front of her.

“Do your worst, little angel. Let us see what you’re made of.

Show us you really want to be ours ,” Jackson coos as he pulls Hale’s hips down onto him in a deep thrust. Her eyes pinch shut hard, tightening her grip on the base of my cock.

I grasp her chin between my finger and my thumb, willing her to look at me.

“Open for me.”

She does as instructed, her tongue on the underside of my member shooting sparks up my spine before closing her lips around me tightly. She moves slowly at first, matching Jackson’s thrusts with her throat.

“Keep your eyes on me, brat,” I remind her.

“Give her more, she can take it,” I look over to Jackson, who nods, immediately thrusting into her harder from below, her perky tits shaking with each movement, and my cock beginning to hit the back of her throat repeatedly.

Hale’s eyes roll back when a tear slides down the right side of her face.

I can’t help but run my finger through it, taking my own cut of any juices she produces for us.

“Relax your jaw and open your throat. If it becomes too much, smack my leg.”

Hale tries to pull herself off of my cock to say something, but I don’t allow it.

“Blink twice if you understand and agree.”

She blinks twice in succession, and I try to give her a second to change her mind, but it’s too late.

A groan tears from my chest when I wrap my hand up in a fistful of her hair, slamming myself to the back of her throat.

She takes it perfectly, throat fully relaxed for me to fuck her face.

My girl tries her best to keep her lips suctioned around my cock.

Every few strokes, her cheeks hollow out, but not well.

My other hand grips beneath her chin at the top of her throat, keeping her mouth positioned so that even her small frame can accommodate most of me.

She’s taking us so much better than I expected, and is staying shockingly obedient.

“How does she feel, Jackson? Tell me how my stepsister’s pretty little cunt feels.”

“Heaven,” he groans, his head falling back onto the lounge chair as he continues to use her.

“She can fit us both, you think?” I smile, knowing full well it’s a devilish idea when Hale’s eyes go wide, staring up at me. She can’t talk around my cock, of course, but that doesn’t stop her from trying. Whatever she’s saying is surely explicit.

“Shh, you said you can take us both didn’t you?” I pull my cock out of her mouth, and the sound of air rushing into her lungs takes up the space around us.

“No, wait, there’s no way.” Her words mash together in her panic.

“We’ll take care of you,” I tell her. “If it’s too much, we stop, no questions asked.

Spin around and focus on your Jaxie. I smile over her shoulder at Jackson, who has always hated when I tease him with the nickname.

But she does as instructed, lifting herself off him and turning around in his lap before straddling him once more.

Her small hand moves between them, lining him up with her entrance before fully seating herself on top of him.

She moans the most angelic sound before they’re kissing again.

Jackson does well at keeping her distracted, claiming her lips through each moan, taking her beautifully slow while I work myself in my fist.

The tip of my cock nudges her entrance, while Jackson’s slides back and forth against my sensitive head.

Fuck, I’ve never felt anything like this moment all on its own, and I haven’t even made it inside of her yet.

Remembering the feeling, and the view, of her sucking me so deeply paired with the anticipation of what’s to come now along with the fucked-up enjoyment that I’m getting from just the feeling of Jackson’s dick slipping against mine, lubricated by our girl’s wetness.

I meet Jackson’s gaze once more over Hale’s shoulder, giving him a nod before applying more pressure at her entrance.

He gets the message loud and clear, focusing in on Hale now and watching her cues.

Her body shoots nearly upright while she gasps, but Jackson leans forward to draw a hard pink nipple into his mouth.

The eye contact they share in this moment—Hale stroking his hair and whimpering while he lavishes her beautiful tit—it undoes something inside of me.

The jealousy not quite faded, I push against her a little more, her tightness resisting every bit of my entry, but I push anyways.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a monster, but part of me needs to steal her focus, even for a moment. The sound she lets out is breathtaking, and knowing I caused it is even better.

“I’m in. You’re doing so fucking good, Hale.”

“I don’t know if I can do it,” Hale whimpers in response, her back arched, giving me access to her forehead, where I kiss her gently.

“Look at you, brat. Quivering between us. You said you would be ours, didn’t you? You wanted this, and now you’re going to take us, every fucking inch of both of us,” I grit out against her ear while she nods feverishly.

I give myself a second to breathe while Jackson continues his slow pumps, continuing to rub against me and keeping my desperation at bay momentarily. The moment doesn’t last long, though, because his hand snakes its way between their bodies, assumingly to rub against her clit.

She cries out so fucking sweetly, her pussy clenching around us both, and the very next time she releases, I slide myself deeper, my body so close to molding against hers, but not quite.

“Talk to us, angel,” Jackson says, continuing to massage her clit.

“S-so full… I can’t,” she cries, and I think it makes my dick a little harder for her. We’re tipping over the line of consensual non-consent here, but not a single one of us can get enough.

“You can't be ours?” Jackson fakes a pout, halting his thrusts, and my chest aches at the loss of friction.

“No! Please. Don’t stop, I’m yours,” she says into the open air, moaning our claim on her for everyone to hear.

“Ours,” he reassures, resuming his touches.

“I’m going to fuck you like you’re ours now,” I promise her.