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Chapter Eight

Zac

I have been a little skeptical about this entire thing. Jace needs a woman’s touch—he craves it—and though both Micah and I are fine without it, if we are both honest, we would like it as well. However, adding a fourth is complicated, as we rarely take time off work and women like quality time, but the whole hearts-and-flowers shit isn’t me.

It’s been no secret that Micah has a thing for his stepsister. It’s also no secret why he has kept us away, or more so Jace, who wears his damn heart on his sleeve.

Watching Jace take charge does things to me. He normally isn’t so dominant in the bedroom with Micah and me—it’s a whole new side to him, and I like it.

I have no issues sharing Micah and Jace with each other, but adding a woman is different. I thought I would get jealous, that a woman would take away all their attention, but I’m not as opposed to it as I once was. With the one-night stands we have shared, I always knew they would be gone once we were done, but now Jace wants something more permanent, and I wonder where I’ll fit in that scenario. I probably want a woman’s touch the least, don’t like romance, and hate the expectation of having to remember to always put their needs first. I’m a selfish bastard and the guys know what to expect. The PDA the other night with Micah was all about staking my claim on my man because I am sick of him thinking he can hide us from his family. He isn’t in the closet or ashamed of us, that much I know. Yet he’s told us about his family and how stuck in their ways they are. It’s clear he doesn’t want the fuss of having to explain himself, and I get that.

“How long are we going to do this mask shit for?” I ask Jace as he walks out of the en suite, wrapped in a towel.

It isn’t his normal style—that guy is naked more than any person should be. He smirks at me and steps closer.

I part my legs so he can step between them, then grab the top of his towel, untwisting it so it drops to the floor. His cock springs free, already rock hard. I lick my lips and my mouth waters at the perfection before me.

His hands rest on my shoulders as I wrap my palm around him, pumping his length a few times before I lean in and close my lips around the head, sucking him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, what did I do to deserve this?”

I pop off and smirk. “I’m reminding you who you belong to. In case you get lost in thoughts of her pussy.”

Jace chuckles and moves one of his hands to twist his fingers in my hair, ripping my head back. “I know who I belong to, Zac. I have ‘Property of Zac’ tattooed on my right ass cheek and your teeth marks as well.”

I snort. He lost that bet fair and square.

“Just admit she has a nice pussy, and you want to drown in it as well.”

He isn’t wrong; she does have a nice pussy. Fuck, she has a nice everything. I want to bite her and leave my mark. Everyone has weird kinks, and fuck, I love seeing my bite marks tattooed on my men. Micah’s is on his right shoulder blade, and if I had to pick a spot for Willow, it would be on her hip. The thought alone has me almost coming in my pants.

Jace drags my head back to his cock and thrusts down my throat. The door handle jiggles, and I know it’s Micah. Willow passed out cold after we fucked her and hasn’t left her room, so Micah went to make us something to eat.

“If I knew you were on the menu, I wouldn’t have gone downstairs.”

“Don’t be jealous like Zac. I think he needs a dick in his ass to make him feel better.”

Liking the sound of that, I hum around Jace’s cock, and he thrusts further into my mouth before he pulls out. Then he moves, dragging me by my hair along with him, until he is seated with his back against the headboard. “I think maybe it’s you who needs the reminder about who you belong to.”

“I think you’re right, Jace. Get that ass up in the air,” Micah demands, and I do as I’m told. Three men in one relationship make for a lot of Alpha moments. Micah’s weight dips the bed behind me, and he grabs the back of my sweats, pulling them over my ass.

“I like it when you’re all smooth for me,” Micah says, before he spits on my ass and it rolls down my crack, his fingers rubbing it over my asshole. “I’m going to fuck you onto Jace’s cock, and you will be our personal spit roast.”

After being alone for so long, it was hard when I met Jace, but he was always there and never gave up on me. Then Jace sold me on the idea of bringing Micah into our relationship. I was hesitant at first, but he just fit, and it felt right. A tightness in my chest crushes around my heart. I won’t ever go back to being alone. I need them—they always know when I’m in my head and like to fuck me out of it.

As I take Jace’s cock in my mouth again, he bucks his hips up, and I hum around him once more. I wait for Micah to fuck me. He likes to torture me by swiping his cock along my crack, stopping just where I want him, before pushing inside me at an excruciatingly glacial pace. I need him buried deep—I crave him. When I push my ass back, he chuckles and grasps my hips, slamming inside me and making my eyes roll back in my head. He knows how I like it, and he fucks me hard, straight onto Jace’s cock as promised. I tuck my lips around my teeth because Jace isn’t like me—I love the feeling of them scraping along my length.

Micah digs his fingers into my ass, hard enough to leave bruises as he bucks forward and smashes me into Jace, whose cock spears into the back of my throat as he uses me for his pleasure.

Reaching beneath my body, I wrap my hand around my length and stroke, chasing my orgasm. Fireworks explode as Jace unloads down my throat with a deep “ Fuck .”

Micah slams into me a few more times through his release, then his weight settles on my back. “Was that good enough to remind you that no matter who we add to this relationship, you belong to us? If anyone tries to take you away, I’ll kill them.”

I smirk as I push up and Micah rolls off my back. “So does that mean we are adding a pretty brunette to the mix?”

“Can we?” Jace asks Micah, hope sparkling in his eyes. He is a fool if he thinks Micah will say no.

“I guess this will be an Easter to remember. Willow’s pep talk at the bar made me realize I’m sick of caring what my parents think. If they can’t accept you, they can fuck off.”

“Do you think Willow will want us?” I ask. “She barely knows us.”

Jace scoffs. “She’ll want us. Look how sexy we are, and we can date her. It’s how you get to know someone. Plus, we already know she likes the orgasms.”

Micah shakes his head. “I hope you are ready for her feisty side to appear when she finds out it’s me behind the mask.”

“Why don’t we enjoy the time we have left before everyone arrives and then we can tell her?”

They both look at me and nod.

“Is Willow still in her room?” Jace asks.

Micah pulls up his phone and flicks through the security footage, then nods. “It looks like it. Why?”

“I’m going to set up an Easter hunt inside the house. I noticed a massive fireplace in one of the sitting rooms and I really want to fuck her on the rug.”

Both Micah and I laugh. Of course he does. He has fucked us in every inch of our house, and he can get very inventive.

“Take your phone. I’ll call if she leaves her room.”

Jace’s smile takes over his entire face. I love seeing him this happy. He does a happy dance, grabs his mask, and races from the room completely naked.

Micah sits next to me and opens his phone, then we watch Jace race downstairs and pull the hunting eggs from the kitchen along with some bigger sized ones. “Fuck those kids,” he says, not realizing we are watching him or that we can hear. Though I wholeheartedly agree with him.

We continue to watch as he sneaks up to her door and puts an egg down, and he places a basket beside it—the same one from the first night. He leaves her a trail of eggs leading to the sitting room. This has to be one of the most entertaining things he has done with no clothes on and I’m a little turned on by the mask.

Micah and I take turns showering while Jace continues to do his thing. As soon as we are both done and dressed, we get a message to meet him downstairs. We grab our masks and pull them on before leaving the room.

Once we reach the sitting room, I pause at the entry and shake my head. He has the sex toys gathered in a pile by the fire, and I wonder if he realizes how close they are. He should probably move them, as I’m not sure it will be easy to explain how a rubber dick melted into the carpet. Jace wouldn’t sugarcoat it, and poor Micah would be left to deal with his family.

I notice the handcuffs and I wonder if Willow will be okay with those after her chair dilemma. Though if I have any say in the matter, one day we will recreate that scene.

“Can we wake her up?” Jace asks excitedly, and Micah nods.

He pulls out his phone, and within a second, the security alarm goes off. We watch on the surveillance app as Willow rips her door open. Then he presses a button, and the alarm goes silent. She pauses, her hair a mess, then looks down and notices the basket and trail of eggs.

While we wait, Jace unwraps a large, hollow egg and takes a bite. I already know what he is going to do, so I elbow Micah and we both watch as he slides it over his cock.

“It’s going to melt,” Micah says, stating the obvious.

“I’m betting on it,” Jace throws back.

Micah pockets his phone and Jace tells us both to sit on the lounge because we will be watching this time .

The lounge is along the side wall and we both take a seat, and within a minute, Willow is standing at the entry. Her eyes lock straight on Jace’s cock.

He curls his finger, motioning for her to come in, and she does, closing the distance between them until she is standing right in front of him.

“On your knees, Bunny, it’s time for your Easter treat.”

She lowers herself to the ground, setting the basket of eggs beside Jace.

“Y-you want me to eat it?” Willow asks.

“I do, and if you’re a good girl, you’ll lick it clean. Then I will make sure our Bunny is rewarded.”

She places her hands on his hips, leans forward, and bites the end of the egg, causing the rest to fall to the floor, revealing his chocolate-covered dick. She leaves the egg where it fell and licks his base.

My hand finds its way into my pants of its own accord. I stroke myself beneath them, thankful I’m only wearing sweats. Watching her lick and kiss her way up and down his length has me ready to come in minutes. Jace moves slightly, and Micah grabs my hand, leaning in closer and subtly lifting his mask to whisper, “He has the same tattoo as me and your name on his ass.”

I quickly jump from the couch, almost tripping over my legs in my rush to move around behind him. Pressing my front to his back, I grab a handful of his ass right over his tattoo.

Jace leans his head back onto my shoulder and I bring the fingers of my free hand to his asshole. Inserting one slowly, I massage his G-spot, knowing damn well he will fill her mouth in no time.

She wraps her lips around his swollen head, and as soon as she takes as much of him as she can fit, I add a second finger. His body twitches, and poor Willow coughs. I look down at her now that she has pulled off his cock, and she has cum dripping out of her nose. Unfortunately, my robotic laughter gives no context that I am not laughing at her, just at the situation.

“Oh my god,” she says, burying her face in her hands.

I push Jace aside so he can get his ass covered, then I kneel before her and lift her chin. Her tears make me feel awful. “Don’t cry, Bunny. Seeing you leak cum is fucking hot—I shouldn’t have laughed.”

Her eyes sparkle as I wipe away her tears. “You’re not grossed out?”

I shake my head. “Of course not.”

Micah comes to stand beside us and hands me a blindfold. I take it from him and slide it over her head. “I want you to lie back, Bunny, and I will show you just how much I’m not grossed out.”

I help her to the ground, then rip off my mask, putting it beside me on the rug. Straddling her, I slowly unbutton her top and let it fall open to reveal her perfect palm-sized breasts. I take one in my hand, leaning down, and lick her nipple. Then I blow on it to see it harden before sucking it all the way into my mouth.

“There is nothing gross about you,” a distorted voice says.

Looking to the side, Jace is beside me. I know this was supposed to be his show, and I go to move, but he shakes his head and hands me a pink vibrator that somewhat looks like it has bunny ears. I press the button and it purrs to life. This thing could take an eye out.

Placing the tip on her collarbone, I run the pink weapon down along her breast, and she shivers as I circle her nipple. I continue slowly down her body, and her stomach dips when I reach it—I fucking hate that she feels the need to suck it in. Repositioning myself, I lean down and press a kiss to her stomach, then help her shimmy out of the rest of her clothes. The guys must understand what I’m doing, as they both lie down and kiss her stomach, and I shuffle back, kissing her thighs while strategically placing the vibrator against her pussy lips.

I lift her hand and make her hold the vibrator. “Oh fuck,” she whispers .

We feather kisses on her skin, everywhere she could perceive as a flaw—her stomach, her thighs, her hips. As her orgasm nears, her body trembles. I kiss my way back to her upper thigh and lightly bite, and it sends her over the edge. She screams, louder than any of the other times we’ve made her orgasm.

Not allowing her to come down from her high, I rise onto my knees and take out my cock. Micah and Jace each grasp one of her ankles and lift, holding her legs up and bringing them toward her head, making her ass lift slightly off the mattress.

“Let us know if we bend you too much.”

She nods, and they pull her legs back a little more. Swiping my cock through her slick pussy, I make sure the head is good and wet, and when she lets out a needy whimper, I thrust deep inside her.

I need to fuck her.

I keep thrusting, not slowing as she moans, and my balls slap against her ass.

“You should see how perfect your cunt looks taking his cock.”

Micah has a dirty mouth and an excellent view.

Willow’s hand self-consciously moves to her stomach, which jiggles as I pound into her.

“Don’t you dare hide yourself,” Micah bites out, his voice distorter in his mask making his reprimand sound harsh. Willow winces, and he quickly adds, “Your curves are fucking perfection.”

I look over at Micah and smirk. He shakes his head at me and pushes Willow’s leg down a little and toward Jace, making her body slightly roll to the side, and her pussy tightens around me. As I move, she swears under her breath. I take her legs myself and the guys drop their hold on her now that she’s getting close. Jace stands and slips my mask over my head before he takes her blindfold off.

“It’s time to get your reward.”

Jace starts to jerk off above her, and Micah stands and slips his cock from his sweats, joining him. Both move closer to her head as she screams, “Fuck me harder!”

I do exactly as she asks, watching her tits bounce with each thrust.

My pelvis smacks against the perfect globes of her ass as I roll my hips into her, while Micah and Jace jerk themselves at a frantic pace.

“I’m going to come!” she cries out, and she completely shatters around me.

Jace lets go first and cum spurts onto her face. He’s quickly followed by Micah, and then I blow my load with a deep grunt, my hips stuttering as I fill her. Satisfaction washes over me when I pull out and she flops onto her back. Jace vanishes, but I stay between her legs, pushing my cum back inside her, while Micah strokes her hair. Every time we fuck her, it kills me that we have to walk away. I might not be good at the whole comfort thing, and I know I screw it up with the guys more often than not, but Jace and Micah are good at it. Jace needs to be cuddled, and Micah has the perfect arms for it. Fuck it . I scoop her up into my arms and she panics.

“I won’t drop you,” I say.

Willow thinks her weight is too much for me to carry, and it’s laughable. I may not be able to just pick her up and toss her over my shoulder like a rag doll, but she isn’t as heavy as she thinks she is.

She clings to me as I storm toward the stairs that lead up to her room. Micah doesn’t follow, and I’m grateful, because something has come over me and I need to make sure she knows she is fucking special.