Page 6 of Hellbent (Snakes & Daggers #1)

TEETH brUSHED AND swallowed up in an oversized t-shirt Jake lent me, I pad across the hall to Jake’s bedroom.

And when I step inside, I freeze.

This is…not what I expected.

I’d pictured a typical guy’s bedroom—maybe a mess of clothes on the floor, an unmade bed, bare walls. Instead, I find two beds. Twin-sized. Damian sprawled on one, Jake sitting on the other.

They share a room?

“Oh,” I blurt, caught off guard.

Jake follows my gaze and grins. “Don’t worry, cutie, Damian’s crashing on the couch.”

“Like hell I am,” Damian mutters, yanking the blanket up to his neck and rolling over. “I’m too tired for this shit. I’ll be out in two minutes. Just pretend I’m not here.”

Jake rolls his eyes and pats the space beside him. “C’mon. Plenty of room for two.”

I hesitate. This isn’t what I imagined.

Kissing in front of Damian is one thing, but I’d spent the whole car ride thinking about sex—which is quite another.

Wrestling with the instinct Billy drilled into me, the one that said I belonged to him and only him.

That no one else could touch me. I was gearing myself up, ready to unlearn that. And now…

I’m at a chaste-ass sleepover.

“Should I …sleep on the couch?” I ask, but Jake shakes his head.

“No,” he says softly. “I want you close. Don’t worry. We’ll just sleep.”

He lifts the blanket, his lopsided smile sending a slow, warm pull through my stomach, punctuated by the irresistible dimple in his cheek.

He’s wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.

His chest is sculpted with muscle, the kind that comes from real strength.

Defined pecs, hard lines down his abdomen, a faint trail of hair leading lower.

The V at his hips draws the eye straight to where the fabric clings, tight and unmistakably full.

I hesitate for one more breath, and then I climb in.

Jake’s bed is heaven compared to my bed in the garage. It might be small, but the mattress is firm, the blankets are soft, and Jake’s arm draped over me settles a fluttering sense of insecurity I didn’t even realize was there.

I let out a slow breath, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest behind me. I could actually fall asleep like this easily.

Only a few feet away, Damian shifts. The lamp clicks off. Darkness cocoons us.

My thoughts drift, half-asleep, half-aware.

At first, it’s memory. A familiar warmth at my back, breath on my neck, an arm heavy over my waist. A ghost of the past.

But then Jake shifts, anchoring me here. Now.

I arch into him just slightly. His arm tightens around my waist, his breath a warm exhale against my skin. Then his lips—barely a brush—graze the back of my neck.

I suck in a breath, my body already responding.

His hand skims under the hem of the t-shirt, palm wide and warm over my bare stomach.

He moves lower, fingers trailing over the swell of my hip, then down, cupping the bare curve of my ass with the heat of his hand.

He moves, pressing closer, and I feel the unmistakable hardness of his arousal through the fabric of his boxer-briefs.

A slow, lazy grind. Testing.

Heat pulses between my legs. Maybe it’s not going to be a chaste sleepover, after all.

I reach back, fingers threading into his hair, and tilt my head back to kiss him.

His mouth is devouring, like he’s been starving for me. His tongue slides over mine, coaxing a whimper from me as his hand drifts lower, between my legs. His fingers part me, slow and teasing, stroking feather-light over my clit.

I have to bite back a moan.

Damian is right there. Feet away. And yet all I can feel is Jake—his breath, his fingers, the rhythm building between us.

Desire grips me so fiercely it’s hard to think about anything else.

He shifts, kissing down the side of my neck, and then his fingers are circling my clit in a perfect, soft rhythm.

I inhale, parting my mouth to breathe, feeling my pussy swell to his touch, electricity going over my skin.

I don’t care who’s in this room, or where I am. There is only Jake’s mouth. His fingers.

“Christ,” Jake murmurs in my ear. “You’re so wet, baby.”

A shaky moan is all I can manage for a response. It’s been so long since I’ve been touched this way, pleasure all for myself.

He bends down and kisses me again, his tongue moving in rhythm with his fingers as they stroke my clit, building slowly with my arousal, like he can sense it.

And when I’m right on the edge, verging on orgasm already, he pulls back just enough to push his boxers down and off, before positioning himself over me.

I let my knees fall open, raising my hips to feel the hard, hot length of his cock against my aching slit. He presses down, grinding into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of how much he wants me.

He kisses me again and then he pulls away just enough to whisper, “I want to taste you.”

Heat sears through me at just the prospect of his tongue sliding between my legs.

Billy stopped going down on me a long time ago, as sex became less about us and more about him.

I’m shivering with anticipation as Jake lowers himself down between my legs, the breadth of his shoulders making the blanket shift and spill away. I reach for it, but then—

He slides a warm tongue over my aching clit, soft and slow.

The contact steals the breath from my lungs. I arch my back, electricity zapping up my spine as I squeeze my eyes shut and try to breathe.

His tongue drags over me. My hips jerk, a choked sound catching in my throat.

Then he groans, tongue lapping, sucking, and teasing. I’m dimly aware that the blanket has slipped to the floor.

I should cover myself, a tiny voice whispers in my head, but then Jake sucks my clit into his mouth and everything else disappears.

I can feel the wave of orgasm swelling, rising up in me before it breaks, and turn my head just enough to see—

Damian. Awake and watching.

And then I come.

The orgasm tears through me like lightning from the base of my spine to the tips of my fingers.

“Fuck, yes …” I moan involuntarily as I convulse, hips lifting into his mouth.

Jake moves his mouth away from my suddenly tender clit and waits, his breath soft against my thigh as I shudder. Then he kisses up my belly, dragging the t-shirt higher, and takes my nipple into his mouth. I cry out, helpless to stop the sounds he’s pulling from me.

“God, that was so fucking beautiful,” he growls, lifting himself up and grinding his hips against mine. The head of his cock nudges my entrance, and my whole body answers.

“I need to fuck you,” he breathes. “And for that…I need a condom.”

As if summoned, Damian’s voice cuts through the dark.

“Here you go, brother.”

Jake doesn’t flinch. Just reaches out and takes it, like Damian was always part of this.

“Wait,” I say reactively, pulling at the hem of my t-shirt to cover my breasts—pointless, considering what Damian already saw. “Hold on.”

Jake cocks an eyebrow. “Don’t start worrying about Damian now,” he says with a wry smile.

“Just pull the covers up,” I whisper.

“No problem, baby,” Jake murmurs, reaching down to snag the blanket from the floor. He pulls it up until it’s right over our heads and we’re cocooned nose-to-nose in an extra-dark circle of our own. “I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable. You wanna stop?”

“No,” I breathe. Stopping is the last thing I want. His weight on top of me, and the illusion of privacy under the sheet are making me feel stupidly close to him. I need him inside me. Every nerve is screaming for it.

He gives a low chuckle as he moves a hand downward to roll on the condom.

I feel the blunt heat of him as he lines himself up, one strong hand steadying my hip, and then he slowly pushes his way inside of me, his thick cock stretching me open.

I gasp, fingernails digging into his shoulders as my body opens around him.

Heat spears through me, blooming outward from where we’re joined.

“Fuck,” Jake murmurs, bracing on his elbows. He holds still for a moment, letting me adjust, his forehead resting against mine. Then he begins to move.

He’s bigger than Billy. But also slower, and more gentle. He takes his time at first, letting me feel every inch of him, until my legs wrap around his waist, my heels pressing into the backs of his thighs, pulling him in deeper.

He moans against my mouth, thrusting deeper as I meet every drive of his hips with my own, clinging to him.

It’s overwhelming. The stretch, the slick glide, the rhythmic grind of his hips against mine. Every thrust sends pleasure rippling through my core, a hot, insistent pressure building between my legs.

His cock rubs right where I need it most, every stroke dragging against the swollen ache of my clit.

I gasp, open-mouthed, as the friction grows unbearable in the best way, his breath warm against my neck as he groans my name.

My whole body trembles around him, clutching him tighter with every roll of my hips.

The blanket gets shoved down again as we move, and then it’s gone.

I’m just grateful for oxygen as my breath gets higher and faster, and then Jake lets out a low groan that absolutely topples my self-control.

My core seizes, tightening around him, and he rears up slightly, shifting the angle, his cock hitting something exquisitely sensitive inside me.

“Oh my God,” I pant, eyes flying wide as the orgasm rushes up on me like a riptide. “Jake— fuck —don’t stop—”

My walls clench around him, rippling as I come, my hips lifting to chase every pulse of pleasure.

He growls low in his throat. “Jesus Christ, Max...”

He thrusts once, twice more—and then he’s there too, cock pulsing, body collapsing on top of mine in a shuddering wave. He buries his face in my neck, teeth scraping my skin as he groans out his release.

For a moment, we’re nothing but breath. His heart thunders against mine. I feel the sweat on his back, the weight of his body grounding me. I never want him to move.

But eventually, he moves. Slips out of me gently, sits up, and peels off the condom, tossing it into a small bin at the end of the bed. Then he’s back, curling around me, tucking me into his chest, pulling the covers up around us.

My body is humming, spent, still pulsing from the inside out. Jake’s warmth surrounds me, one arm anchoring me in place. His lips find the hollow below my ear, pressing a lazy kiss against it, and reaches for the bunched-up hem of my shirt, gently tugging it down.

Only when we’ve finally settled into real silence do I notice the other sound in the room. The rhythmic rustle of sheets. The unmistakable sound of skin on skin.

Damian.

His breathing gets fast and tight, escalating in bursts. I freeze for a heartbeat—and then heat up.

He watched. And now he’s stroking his cock because of what he saw. Because of me.

There’s a short, sharp gasp. His sheets rustle one last time. Then still.

Heat flashes through me. I’m shocked, titillated—and something else.

Pleased.

Powerful.

I should feel embarrassed. Maybe even ashamed. But I don’t.

The heat of my orgasm still lingers in my blood. The thought of Damian, just feet away, giving in to his own pleasure after watching...it only deepens the ache instead of dampening it.

Jake makes a satisfied noise, his lips brushing the skin beneath my ear. “That was fucking incredible, babe.”

I hum softly. My body is completely wrung out, sated in a way I haven’t felt in years. Maybe ever.

His hand drifts along my hip, fingers tracing idle shapes.

My head finds his chest.

My lashes flutter shut.

I fall asleep to the sound of Jake and Damian breathing on either side of me.