Page 40 of Pucking Tangled

THIRTY-NINE

Waylon

He’d never been scared of anything.

Fists.

Blood.

Expectations.

He’d taken punches from guys twice his size and skated full-speed into hits that rattled his teeth.

He could charm his way through any fight, grin through any bruise.

But when Mia looked at him like that —all soft fire and quiet purpose—he felt his damn heart stop.

Fuck. He was a lucky son of a bitch.

The weight of what they’d all just done hung thick in the air, like the moment after a prayer.

She looked at each of them, one by one. Her eyes lingered on every face, every hand, every word left unsaid. She’d been brave already—publicly, fiercely—but this… this was something quieter. Intimate. Hers.

Then she said his name .

“Waylon.”

Just that.

She stood. Slow. Deliberate. And when she leaned forward and her hands found the hem of his t-shirt, he knew.

“You gave me everything this morning,” she said, soft but sure. “Now I want to give something back.”

Waylon searched her face, like maybe she was offering something else—some metaphor, some moment of comfort.

But her hands slid beneath his shirt, warm and familiar.

Her fingers spread across his ribs, and he swallowed hard.

“Mia…” he said, barely above a whisper.

Her eyes found his. “I want all of you.”

She didn’t just mean him .

She meant them.

And when she turned, the look on her face told the others it wasn’t a question.

She was ready.

Not just to be touched.

To be theirs.

Together.

He wasn’t certain who moved first.

Maybe it was Mia who reached for Luca’s hand and tugged him to his feet.

“Kiss me,” she demanded.

And the rookie did.

Or maybe it was Casey who wasted no time standing up and stepping in close to her.

Maybe it was Owen who was hot on Casey’s heels and pressing a kiss to her temple like it was his own kind of benediction .

But the moment cracked wide open, and suddenly they were all surrounding her.

It wasn’t chaos.

It was reverence.

Waylon sat for a moment too long, watching her melt into them. . He couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. His chest felt too tight, like everything he’d wanted for weeks was finally unfolding and he didn’t know how to hold it.

Then Mia looked at him again.

“Come here,” she said.

That was it. That was all he needed to kick his body into gear.

He stepped into the center of them and let his hands find her waist. She was warm. Soft. Real. And if he wasn’t careful, every instinct he’d been holding back would break loose.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Tangled her tongue with his. Moaned into his mouth. Then she turned to Luca and did the same.

Casey moved behind her, pushing her t-shirt off her shoulder and pressing a kiss to her bare skin, murmuring something Waylon couldn’t hear but felt anyway.

Owen stood at her side, his knuckles brushing down her spine like he was memorizing her vertebrae one notch at a time.

Waylon cupped her chin and turned her back to him again. She looked up at him, lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded with need and trust and love.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, his lips pressed against hers

“You all do,” she breathed back.

“Our room?” Owen offered.

“Neutral ground?” Waylon asked. “None of that posturing bullshit?”

They all agreed.

Feeling a little extra possessive, he picked Mia up and flung her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing. He carried her to Owen and Casey’s room while the others followed.

He playfully dropped her in the middle of the bed and she giggled when she bounced.

Waylon fully expected their first time together as a group to be frantic. Crazy. Furious.

But it wasn’t.

Not yet anyway.

He and his teammates worked together, stripping her bare.

They all joined her on the bed.

Hands and mouths and murmured names. The brush of skin. The sound of breath hitching. The feel of four bodies orbiting hers, because of her.

Waylon kissed her neck and felt Casey’s hand brush against his as they both held her hips.

He glanced over, half-expecting Casey to flinch.

But Casey met his eyes.

And nodded.

Waylon swallowed hard and looked down at Mia again, the gravity of what they were doing slamming into him like a punch.

She wanted this.

She chose this.

She was offering herself not like a prize, but like a partner. A force. A flame they were all willing to burn for.

“I love you,” Waylon whispered against her throat .

She turned her face to him and said it back, her breath catching.

Her skin flushed with heat that stretched across soft curves and eager muscles, hips twitching with anticipation. Waylon could feel the hum of her body through his palms like she was electric . Alive in a way he’d never seen anyone come alive. And she was looking right at him.

“I want you,” she whispered. “But you’re all still overdressed.”

There she was. His version of Mia, with her sassy mouth.

“You heard the woman.” He looked between the guys. “What are we waiting for?”

They wasted no time. Clothing was tossed around the room until they were all as naked as she was.

Owen, ever the responsible one, grabbed condoms and lube.

The bed dipped as Casey kissed the inside of her ankle, slowly dragging his lips across her skin and nudging her legs to fall further open.

Luca’s hand found hers, holding her tight as he settled with her head in his lap.

Owen slid down her body. He spread her thighs wide and settled between them. Then he looked up, caught her gaze, and held it as he leaned in.

She cried out the moment his tongue touched her pussy.

Not loud. Not dramatic. Just this sweet, broken sound like relief. Like someone had finally pressed the right button. Her hips rolled up instinctively, and Casey pinned her down.

“She tastes like fucking heaven,” Owen murmured, voice thick with reverence .

Luca made a choked noise in response.

The Rookie was going to have to learn how to play tonight.

Waylon circled the bed, gesturing for Luca to shift so he had better access, then Waylon rubbed his cock over her lips. “Open,” his voice came out gravely.

Her lips parted, and he stuck his cock in her mouth. He moved in and out, slowly, torturing himself as she sucked on him. “Fuck, Mia. Just like that, baby.”

For a second, he locked eyes with Luca, who looked unsteady and unsure.

Waylon pulled out and turned her head. “On your knees, Luca. Shove your dick in her mouth.”

“Please,” she whimpered.

Luca knelt near her head and fisted himself before he slipped between her lips.

She hummed around him as Owen continued eating her out.

“She sucks so good, doesn’t she?”

“Y…y…yes,” Luca stuttered.

A few moments later, Mia came, mumbling Owen’s name around Luca’s cock.

“Such a good girl, Mia,” Waylon praised her, tracing his thumb over her cheek.

Waylon turned to see Owen pull away and wipe his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fucking perfect,” he growled.

Casey slid between her legs, condom already on; kissing up her belly, licking the hollow of her throat.

“I need to be inside her,” he said, his voice frayed.

Mia nodded, reached for him, and when he slid into her, everyone in the room seemed to hold their breath.

Casey buried his face in her neck, whispering something Waylon couldn’t hear, but Mia’s answer—soft, desperate—made Luca suck in a breath.

They moved like they'd done this a hundred times. Like they'd never get another chance. Casey fucking her pussy, Luca stuffing her mouth with his cock.

“Your turn,” Luca pulled out and squeezed the base of his cock. “I want to be inside her when I come.”

Waylon hesitated, not because he didn’t want his dick in Mia’s mouth again, but because he sensed Casey’s need to have a minute.

And when the man started to shake, when Casey’s rhythm turned frantic and his mouth spilled broken confessions against her shoulder, Owen was there, beside them. Kissing the back of Casey’s neck to ground him.

When Casey finally collapsed beside her, boneless and stunned, Luca moved without a word.

There was no rush.

No lines to cross.

No one asked “who’s next?”

They just…moved.

Shifted.

Touched.

Gave.

Luca was quiet. Almost trembling as he rolled the latex down his shaft.

The way Mia reached for him—like she’d been aching for him—made something crack open in Waylon’s chest.

He kissed her slow. Slid in slower. Luca didn't fuck her—he worshipped.

Held her face like she was a relic. Pressed his forehead to hers and moved inside her like every second mattered.

Waylon had never seen something so intimate in his life. He almost felt like an intruder .

“Need…both…of…you…” Mia panted.

Luca glanced over at Waylon. “She needs you,” he said, their eyes connecting.

“How are you real?” Waylon asked, leaning in to kiss her. “I’m right here, baby.”

“More…” she begged. “Please.” Her gaze stayed locked on Luca.

He nodded, seeming to understand what she wasn’t saying.

“She wants us all to stop holding back with her,” he stated, clearly. Confidently.

“Is that what you want, dirty girl?” Waylon teased, sucking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around her flesh.

“YES!” she screamed.

Waylon laid down, rolled on a condom, and looked at Luca.

He pulled out.

Mia moved to straddle Waylon, sinking down on his cock. “Luca.” She reached back, hand extended for the rookie.

“Right here,” he said, taking hold of it.

“I need you to fuck me, too.”

Luca’s eyes almost bugged out of his head.

Waylon tried not to laugh. “Just pretend I’m not here. Stuff her full, man.”

Casey chuckled beside them.

“Kinda hard to pretend you’re not there,” Luca mumbled. “There’s no way I’m going to fit.”

Waylon spread his legs, making room for Luca between them. “Lean forward, dirty girl.”

Mia did .

“Take your time,” Owen coached him. “You’ll fit. Trust me.”

It took him a minute, but Luca was finally inside of her. “So. Tight.” He gritted his teeth.

“Tell me about it,” Waylon tried to move.

“Fuck!” Mia screamed.

“Owen, get over here and shove your cock down her throat before she screams so loud that the Amish neighbors hear her and call the cops.” Waylon commanded.

“Oh, God.” Mia cried out.

Owen stood over Waylon’s head.

“Do. not. fall. on. me.” he warned.

“You’re the one that said I needed to shove my cock down her throat,” Owen said with a smirk.

“Let me help you with that,” Casey moved closer so he could take turns sucking Owen’s dick too.

Mia wrapped her hand around Casey’s length, fucker was already hard again, though Waylon couldn’t blame him.

He wasn’t a huge fan of staring up at Owen’s ass but watching his captain being sucked off while Mia’s tits bounced with every thrust sure as hell wasn’t a bad visual.

They all found a rhythm that brought them to the brink.

When they got close, Owen and Casey stepped back to watch.

Luca and Waylon let go. Exploding as Mia rode them into her own frenzy.

Owen was the last one to fuck her.. Of course he was. Steady and controlled like he always was.

Until Mia rolled over and kissed him first. Deep and sweet.

“I want you,” she whispered, raw and honest. “Please.”

Waylon watched as the man who never lost control finally gave in.

Mia took him in with her legs wrapped tight around his waist, her body arched into his like she wanted to disappear into his skin.

Waylon ran his hand down her chest as she moaned. Casey played with her clit. Luca brushed her hair off her face and whispered her name like a promise.

And when Owen came with a shudder and a roared her name, it didn’t sound like possession.

It sounded like surrender.

Tangled in rumpled sheets, sweat still glistening on their skin, Mia made sure they all heard her when she said, “I’ve never felt more loved in my life.”