Page 20 of Climbing Everest

Everest

A t my request – or maybe it was a demand – Brix shoves to his feet, one of his thick arms under my ass, the other raised to tangle a hand in my hair as he continues to kiss me, devour me, licking into my mouth with such desperation that my heart races and thuds against the back of my ribcage.

He doesn’t stop kissing me, even as he makes his way through the penthouse, stopping at a wall and pressing my back against it, holding my weight up with his hips as he cups my breasts through my shirt and kisses the swells.

His hand is rough as he yanks the front down, the sound of fabric tearing mixing with our moans and pants, then sucks one of my nipples between his lips, teasing it with his teeth and tongue before releasing it and returning his mouth to mine.

The sting from the tattoo is barely even noticeable through the throb of my pussy and the want burning through my veins.

Kind of funny that I really didn’t mind the fact that Brix wanted to brand me with their initials. I’d grieved the loss of their marks on my skin almost as much as I’d grieved the loss of our child and our future together.

It’ll take a lot more than a few swipes of a knife to rid my skin of what Nico started.

Brix pulls me from the wall and begins to walk again, but neither of us are paying much attention, our eyes closed. He bumps into a wall periodically, but one of his big hands is cradling the back of my head to keep me from getting hurt.

I can tell the moment we step into the bedroom by the influx of his warm, spicy scent.

But there are other smells in here, too. Both masculine and feminine.

An overwhelming surge of possessiveness makes me pull from his mouth to frown at him. “You are not fucking me on the same bed you fucked countless other people.”

His eyes are glassy with lust, his lips pink and kiss swollen, but he smirks. “Is my sweet girl jealous?”

“Fuck yeah, I am,” I say, grabbing a handful of his long hair and pulling so he has to look at me.

The growl that erupts from his chest and the way his cock twitches against his jeans is all I need to know about how he feels about me pulling his hair. Yep, I’ll be doing that a whole lot more.

I love how silky soft and warm it feels in my hands. And really, it’s the only thing anyone could consider soft about my hulking man these days.

“Fine,” he says, turning and placing me on a couch. “No one’s been fucked here,” he says with a teasing twitch of his dark brow and a sexy as sin smirk.

I can still smell his previous lovers, their perfume and cologne, but I need to remind myself I was gone. He thought I was married, that I’d abandoned them. I never believed for a second any of them would simply remain alone and celibate for the rest of their lives.

Doesn’t stop the green fog from slithering through my gut as I turn my head toward the bed and wonder whether Brix fucked Nico on that very bed.

Yeah, the thought of the two sexy men together makes me wet, but I still hate that someone enjoyed him all that time while I’d simply endured the touch of other men for survival.

He pulls away and yanks his shirt over his head, revealing so much hard muscle and so much ink. His entire upper body is covered in dark designs. Not one speck of color and most are dark in nature, skulls, monsters, and the like.

I lift up and run my fingertips over the art, my gaze running over the hoops through each of his nipples. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say as my mouth goes dry and my pussy becomes soaked.

“I think now’s a good time to tell you quite a few things have changed since you’ve been gone,” he says as he pops the button on his jeans and pulls down his zipper.

His cock is barely revealed and already I can see jewelry glinting in the dim light coming from the setting sun through those large windows.

“Holy shit,” I whisper, lowering my hand to run a red painted fingernail over one of the piercings. “Nico?” I ask.

“Yeah. He did all the ink and the piercings.”

I lick my lips and lock eyes with him. “Is this before, during, or after you two…?”

He smirks. “I can’t tell whether you’re jealous or turned on.”

“Both?” The word comes out as a question because, honestly…I don’t know.

Bullshit. I’m definitely turned on by the visuals I’ve conjured in my mind, but I’m jealous someone else enjoyed what was mine for so long.

“You do realize I share you with two other men, right?” he teases, grabbing the bottom hem of my sweater and tugging up, careful of the plastic covering my tattoo.

My head drops back between my shoulders when he carefully cups my tits and runs his tongue and lips over them, paying attention to both, teasing and tasting my nipples.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t be jealous,” I say around a breathy moan.

He pulls away and works the skirt over my hips so he can remove my panties. Except he doesn’t pull them down my legs. Instead, he grabs the side and rips it apart, tossing the ruined fabric over the back of the couch.

When he pulls away, standing beside the couch to shove his jeans down his legs, my eyes nearly bug out of my head.

Holy shit. Not only are there piercings lining his cock…but I swear it got bigger. How is that possible? I mean…yeah, we were still pretty much kids. But I’ve got to be honest…

I’m a little nervous about whether or not I can take all of him, especially with those ribbed for her pleasure studs lining the length of him.

My eyes dart to his face. “Holy fuck, B.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that pretty cunt is ready for me before I fuck you.”

His words are like a vibrator directly to my clit and I release a sound somewhere between a moan and a sigh.

Because Brix always was the king of foreplay. He was the thickest and longest of my three guys – which is saying a lot considering how big Madd and Kato are – so he always made sure I was primed and soaking wet for him before he slid inside me.

“Are you clean?” Normally, I would demand he use a rubber. But I want to feel all of him, need to feel him, and I’m on birth control to avoid getting knocked up.

If things go the way they have planned, and we’re able to go through the wedding without all four of us ending up like characters on Game of Thrones , a baby will absolutely be in the near future. We deserve the chance of being parents that was taken away from us.

“Yes. I’ve only ever gone bare with you, and I get tested regularly.” He raises his brows at me.

“I’m clean.” Because a majority of the men I’d fucked for money preferred my mouth. Those who wanted my body were required to use a condom. And like Brix, I made sure I was tested on a regular basis.

Shame over how I’ve lived the past few years squeezes my heart and makes the backs of my eyes burn with tears I’m struggling to hold back.

I don’t have to say a word for Brix to know exactly what’s going through my mind. “You did what you had to, to survive. And you’ll never have to worry about that kind of shit again. We’ll take care of you, sweetheart. We’ll keep you safe. I swear on everything I am.”

A tear rolls over my lashes and down my temple.

Brix settles between my thighs and kisses the tear away. “I’m so sorry I treated you like…I’m so fucking sorry. I will spend every second of the rest of my life making it up to you.”

It has only been two days, but I can admit seeing the hate and anger in the eyes of the men I love with everything I am nearly broke me. I was willing to go along with their demands while trying to find a way to escape again. To protect them .

Once I lost our baby, I was content with losing my own life, as well. All that had ever and will ever matter to me is Brixton, Kato, and Maddox. Once I lost our child and had to walk away, it was a feat to make myself get out of bed every day, to do mundane things such as eat to stay alive.

But that’s the past.

I have Brix here. I have him now. I haven’t been able to make Kato shut up long enough to listen to me, to let me explain, to warn him. But at least I have my big teddy bear on my side.

I huff a teary laugh, making him pull back to frown down at me, the head of his cock nudging against my bare core.

“What’s so funny?”

“I can’t stop thinking of you as my sweet, gentle giant. My teddy bear. You’re a beast now, B.”

“Oh, I’m still your gentle giant.” He leans closer and whispers, “Just don’t tell anyone else.”

He slowly begins to kiss a path from my mouth, across my jaw, nipping and sucking on my throat, then down to where the plastic covers the tattoo.

“Fuck,” he mutters so softly I barely hear him.

He regrets it, regrets taking me to his friend.

I don’t. Sure, I wasn’t overly happy about being forced to do anything, not being given a choice in the matter. But since marriage is really nothing more than a piece of paper and a wedding ring can be lost or stolen, this massive design on my chest will be a permanent brand of ownership to my men.

Running my fingers through his hair, I tilt his face up to look at me. “Don’t stop,” I whisper, the words both a command and a plea.

I need him. I need the connection I’ve missed so badly it was hard to breathe at times.

Careful of the still raw skin, he spends time on my breasts, kneading one while sucking and licking the nipple of the other.

He lowers further, kissing a path down my stomach, the whiskers of his short, trimmed beard tickling my sensitive skin and causing the most delicious sensations.

“Open those thighs wide for me,” he orders, his voice gruff as he rolls from the side of the couch to make room to bury his face between my legs.

One of my feet stays planted on the couch cushion while he lifts the other and hooks my leg over his shoulder, ensuring I’m wide open for him.

The first long, flat tongued swipe through my folds tears a moan from my mouth. Fuck. I can’t remember the last time anyone licked my pussy, and all three of my men are so fucking talented in that area, always able to get me off with ease.