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Chapter Twelve
Jace
After our discussion, Willow went to her room, leaving us to wonder if we screwed everything up. Zac and I might not have known her as long, but Willow is the kind of woman that once you meet her, it changes your life.
Zac sits with his head in his hands. He grappled with the thought of letting her in, and now the possibility that she might walk away has hit him hard.
“She will come around, I know it,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
Micah sits beside Zac and pulls him into his arms. “Get up,” Micah demands after a while. He knows what his man needs, and I decide to give them some privacy.
I have a woman to comfort. Should I give her space? Yes, but that’s not who I am. I will always be in my people’s space, touching and praising them. I honestly think I require it more than the guys do. They simply let me do what I need. Loving on people is my love language.
After quickly swinging by Micah’s room to throw on clothes, I reach her door; I give it a little tap and twist the handle, not giving her a chance to tell me to fuck off. Though if she really doesn’t want me here, I will leave—I’m not an asshole who can’t respect boundaries when they are given.
Willow is curled in a ball with the comforter wrapped tightly around her body, eyes red from crying.
“Can I come in?” I ask, and she nods. Closing the door, I move across the room and slide into the bed beside her, lying so we are face to face. “Are you okay?” She sniffles and gives me a small nod. “Please talk to me.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m just having a hard time believing you all want to date me. And I hate feeling like this. What went so wrong in my life that I think so little of myself? ”
Reaching over, I move her bangs from her face. “Baby, I wish you could see yourself how I do. You know what? Maybe you need to take a leap of faith and let us build you up. And I have no problems bearing that burden—actually, I have an idea.”
I roll off the bed and leap to my feet, running out of the room. I probably should have told her my plan before bolting, but too late now. Instead, I hurry to the kitchen and open the drawer, grab what I’m looking for, then race all the way back up to her room, slamming the door behind me. Willow furrows her brows at me when I hold up a permanent marker.
“Blanket off,” I say, and she looks at me as if I have lost my mind—and maybe I have.
She flips the blanket off, and she is wearing too many clothes.
“I realize you haven’t known me long enough to trust me, but I’m really hoping you’ll take a chance on me and do exactly that.”
She bites her bottom lip, nodding hesitantly. “My best friend always tells me I’m too trusting.”
“I can’t wait to meet him, but ignore his opinion for the moment. Now, can you please strip down to your underwear?”
Her eyes widen. “But you will see everything. My cellulite and stretch marks. What if you see me differently?”
“Baby, you could grow a second head and be covered in body hair, and even then, I don’t think I would see you differently.”
She snorts and shimmies out of her shorts. I wait as she slowly takes off her oversized shirt and I’m pleasantly surprised to see she has no bra on.
“Now that is a sight which is going straight to my spank bank.”
I move closer until I’m sitting beside her, then take the cap off the permanent marker.
“You won’t write mean things, will you?” she rushes out.
“Fuck no, just wait and see.”
I start with her stomach and write:
My body is unique and beautiful.
Then move to her chest.
I am worthy.
Continuing, I write on every free space I find.
I am loveable.
I am brave.
I accept myself for who I am.
Next, I add Jace and an arrow to her pussy because, well, I hope it makes her laugh.
Then I write sexy and hot a few times over her ass and tits. I don’t stop until her entire body is covered, and as I am finishing, there is a knock at the door. Micah and Zac walk in to find Willow lying on her stomach and me straddling her waist. Both stop and raise a brow, making me laugh, and Willow joins in.
“What’s going on here?” Micah asks.
“I guess you are both in time to have a look. Up you get, baby. Let me show you my artwork.”
Scooting back, I hop off the bed and help Willow up. She tries to cover herself, but she thinks twice and drops her arms.
“Good girl,” I whisper, and she shivers at my words.
We walk to the en suite, and I stand behind her. I watch as she reads what I have written, and her eyes water.
“No one has ever made me feel like this before,” she whispers, running her fingers over the words. Micah and Zac stand in the doorway, watching quietly.
“Every word is true, and if you don’t believe it, I will write them on you every day if that’s what it takes.”
She giggles. “I think using your words would be better—it might take a while to wash this marker off.”
Her fingers slide down her stomach until they land on my name, and she giggles. “Yours, huh?”
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror, and I nod with a shit-eating grin. “I’m hoping so. I know this is overwhelming, especially with the three of us all coming on so strong, but I can promise it’s not as hard as it sounds. Out of all of us, I’m actually the neediest—I love to cuddle a lot.”
“What about sex?” she asks. “Won’t adding me to your relationship make it weird?”
“Who you have sex with and when would be entirely up to you—the same as it is for us. Sometimes we have group sex, other times we seek the one we need in that moment. Like just now, those two were banging.”
Willow looks over at Zac and Micah.
“We were. I get in my head sometimes, and Micah tells me what to do. Giving him control stops me from overthinking,” Zac admits.
“You will have all the time in the world to figure out if this kind of relationship is for you, but just know, now that we are in your life, good luck getting rid of us.”
Willow laughs at Micah, but his words couldn’t be truer.
“We would love an opportunity to get to know you,” I say, letting the enthusiasm in my voice reflect how keen I am. “Will everything be rainbows and butterflies? It’s unlikely. But please give us a chance to show you how worthy you are. You might see this face and muscles, but underneath I’m a needy slob. I forget to put my dirty washing in the hamper, and if it wasn’t for Micah, I would never have clean clothes for work. Zac never has matching socks—I don’t even understand how he loses them. And he is insecure, while Micah is the jealous type, but he is also our protector.”
Willow nods. “Okay.”
My eyes widen and excitement oozes out of me. I would never admit to it, but a little squeal also escapes. “Okay, as in... you’ll give us a chance?”
She nods, and I wrap my arms around her waist and squeeze. “You won’t regret this.”
“She might when our families show up,” Micah says.
“I can’t promise I won’t throw hands if anyone says something stupid,” Zac adds, and both Micah and I laugh. We know he’s serious.
“Why don’t we start by telling them about us three? Let them lose their minds over that first. We could always save telling them about Willow for Christmas.”
“No,” Willow says, straightening, and she rolls her shoulders back. “If we are doing this, we stand together. I have spent years trying to be what they wanted and look where it has gotten me. You three have made me feel so special in a way I have never felt before.”
Micah and Zac move to stand beside us, and all four of us look at each other in the mirror.
“Maybe we should show you exactly how special you are,” I whisper in her ear.
“Or...” she says with a mischievous smile, her face turning a pretty shade of pink. “You three can show me how you fuck when I’m not around.”
“Anything for you, baby, as long as you promise to touch yourself. Let us smell pussy in the air.” Before anyone can say anything else, I step back and drop my clothes to the floor—pants, shirt, everything until I’m naked.
Micah grabs my arm and rips me from the bathroom, manhandling me all the way to the bed, where he pushes me down onto my back, and my cock stands at attention.
“You want a show? We’ll give you one. Take those panties off and sit in that chair, legs over the armrests,” Zac demands, and when I look around Micah’s large body, she is already removing her underwear. Zac is positioning the armchair where I can see her, and fuck, she’s a glorious sight as she follows his orders. Our girl has her legs spread just for us. “One day soon, I want you tied to a chair just like the day we met, but this time we won’t be untying you quite so quickly.”
Zac’s words draw up the memory of her all tied up with her blindfold on and I can’t wait until she does that for us.
Micah leans over me and wraps his hand around my throat, then closes the remaining distance to press his lips to mine.
I moan into his mouth as he curls his hips and rubs his still-covered cock teasingly along my aching erection.
“Fuck, you’re so hard for me,” Micah growls against my lips.
“I’m always hard for you,” I pant out.
Micah pulls back and hooks my legs over his shoulders, pulling his cock from his sweats. He runs the thick head over my ass—lube would be great, and he must have the same thought.
“Zac, get over here and spit on my cock.”
Zac appears and leans between us, fulfilling Micah’s demand. I hear Willow moan and turn to see her circling her clit.
Zac must know what I’m thinking because right as Micah thrusts inside me, Zac drops to his knees in front of Willow and licks her pussy.
“Fuck, I think I have died and gone to heaven,” I mumble as Micah thrusts hard inside me. He bends my legs as far as they can go, so my knees almost touch the mattress.
Micah fucks me into the bed, and Willow’s accompanying moans and whimpers have me ready to blow my load all over my stomach.
“I’m going to come,” I huff out, and Zac appears out of nowhere.
Micah shifts back a bit, loosening his hold on my legs, and Zac leans down, smashing his lips to mine. The taste of Willow on his tongue and his hand wrapping around my cock combines with the ecstasy of Micah’s thrusts. My entire world explodes, and I come harder than I ever have before. It doesn’t stop as I dig my fingers into the sheets, shouting out a jumble of curses.
When I finally come down from my high, Zac lies down beside me and runs his finger through my cum.
“Can . . . can I join in?” Willow whispers.
“You never have to ask,” I reply, and her smile lights up the room.
She nervously gets up and moves to sit on the edge of the bed beside me. She joins Zac in playing with my cum, and when she leans down to lick my stomach, my eyes roll back in my head. Where has this woman been my entire life?
Micah disappears, and I hear the shower start. He will kick himself when he finds out what he is missing. Zac stands and moves around the bed, always the quiet achiever.
“Hope off for a minute,” he asks Willow, and she moves off the bed.
I’m instantly disappointed she isn’t touching me anymore.
He lies down beside me after shucking off his pants—his cock looks like it might explode—and holds out his hand for Willow, pulling her toward the bed.
“Climb on,” he says. “I need your pussy on me. I want these assholes to be jealous that I will be the one going to bed smelling like you.”
She chuckles and straddles him. Willow’s hand finds his cock, guiding him to where she wants him before sinking down. Her eyes momentarily close as she takes his length. I want to see that face every day, the one where she is focused on how she feels and, from the looks of it, she is feeling fantastic. Zac grips her hips and rocks her, but she takes over, grinding her pelvis into him. And fuck if I want to be left out. I maneuver my body until my head is so close to their good bits I can smell them both, and my mouth waters. Zac lifts Willow, and I know it’s for my benefit, so I move my head and lick his shaft, which is covered in her juices, before flicking my tongue over her clit.
Getting my fill of them, I move back and watch them fuck. Micah steps out of the en suite and must have the same idea, hurrying over to the chair where Willow was sitting, and we both watch until she screams Zac’s name. A slight pang of jealousy hits me—I need her to scream my name, but I remind myself we have time. Just wait until the morning, when I’ll make sure she wakes with my head between her legs.