11
Rude
D espite my best attempts, I'm up early today and have extra time to ogle the boys while they work out in the basement. I'm not in here nearly as regularly as they are, but they don't spend nearly as much time as their wolf as I do.
When I come downstairs, I use the mats, do a little yoga, do a HIIT circuit, or do bodyweight exercises, like lifting my body parallel to the floor using one of the metal beam posts to support myself.
The Whites' home gym did not feel...particularly inviting while any of the others were around. There was one on the compound, sure, but it was in Stephen and Cordelia's house. The large room was obscenely outfitted with every contraption you could ever dream of, including the new tech machines that give you an entire workout in four minutes. The entire wing had been painted a sterile white and grey, and the walls were lined with mirrors to reflect their ugly mugs.
They all used the gym. The boys preferred the weight machines, and their wives stuck to boring treadmills and bikes, with scowls permanently carved into their faces. This is how I ended up on my regular long walks around the compound. I'd much rather entertain myself in the woods than step inside that particular arena.
This morning, Jay, Saint, and Dante are here, each doing exercises on different machines, rotating through them together. Their synchronicity is almost hypnotic, sweat gleaming down muscled arms. Dante is easy on the eyes, but I know he has something going on with Ivy. Crushing on him is not my style.
Watching Jay turns into watching Jay and Saint. Neither of them has a shirt on anymore, and since they're nearing the end of the workout, there is a flush to their skin, a glow. Jay's shoulders look delicious, as does his neck, and the indentation of his hip points down into his light grey gym shorts, which are practically obscene. The outline of his dick bounces with every rep on the bench press, and I don't know how that's not a constant distraction. Hell, his backward hat is enough of a distraction all by itself. Saint's blue shorts are also slung dangerously low across his hips but aren't quite as obscene as Jay's. The light color of Jay's shorts reveals every ridge on him. I do suspect, however, that Saint is going commando. The waistband of his shorts is simply too low for there to be anything under, not to mention the very short inseam. And there is too much of that vine tattoo peeking out for him to not be going commando.
Saint shorts are so short that they're practically slutty. Every time he squats, the fabric rides up a little higher until I wonder if, at any minute now, he's going to have a dick slip.
And I guess I have it coming when I miss the jump on top of the plyo box, slamming into it on my ribcage because I'm entirely distracted by Jay and Saint's bodies.
" Fuck, " I pant, flopping onto the floor, hearing the boys thundering over to me, feeling it through the floorboards.
"Everything okay, Gorgeous?" Jay asks, peering down at me with depthless blue-green eyes.
"Super!" I chirp, giving him a wide smile.
"What happened, Tiny?" Saint chuckles, offering me a hand up at the same time Jay does. I accept both of their hands, letting the boys lift me off the floor.
"I slipped and didn't make the jump," I chuckle, wincing at my tender rib.
Jay notices and lifts my cropped tee even higher, exposing my sports bra. The area is already red, and I will probably have a nice bruise for the rest of the day. He makes me stretch and move my arms and body around to ensure I haven't broken anything.
Despite myself, I let him fawn over me, only rolling my eyes once. Saint sees and smiles softly at me, but then Jay lays kisses across my ribs, making my heartbeat ratchet up. Saint's green eyes are still on me, a flash of his wolf rising.
Then, he says, "I'll go make you some fuel." Saint disappears upstairs with Dante, back muscles rippling as he takes down the bun at the back of his head, blonde curls bouncing.
"You okay, Darlin'?" Jay asks again, pulling my shirt back in place.
"Yeah, just missed a step, Handsome," I answer, smiling softly at him.
Jay kisses my forehead, throwing his arm over my shoulder and enveloping me in his scent. "Just making sure, Gorgeous."
Suddenly, I'm of the mind to pull him into the corner of the gym, pull my shorts down, and make him lift me over those delicious shoulders and make me scream his name over and over. Immediately, I'm doing just that, pulling him along by his hand with a sly smile.
Jay follows me with only a furrowed brow.
"Do you want to make me feel better?" I ask when my shoulders are pressed to the mirrored wall. I hook my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and pull them down an inch.
Jay's answer is immediate. "Absolutely."
"Good," I mumble. "That's good." Jay watches my every move. Slowly, I pull my shorts and underwear down, ordering, "Bend down." Jay does what I say, kneeling before me without hesitation. Sighing, I kiss him once, deep and thoroughly, our tongues dancing together. Then, placing my legs on his shoulders, I say, "Make me feel better, Handsome." His eyes shift, more blue than green in the soft lights. Jay presses a single kiss to each of my thighs while he stands, quickly lifting me, my shirt sliding against the mirror.
"I thought you'd never ask," Jay murmurs, lowering his mouth to my center, licking up my core, swirling around my clit. With one hand on my ass, he roughly rocks me back and forth, fucking me with his tongue.
His hat hits the floor with a thump as I thread my hand through his hair, holding him in place. He grunts, sucking my clit with a hum. A moan slips out of me when he hooks his thumb into my pussy, not moving it, just filling me while I ride his face.
Jay's free arm starts shaking beneath me, and I know without looking he's fucking his hand while he devours me; the thought makes my eyes roll back in my head, my hand pinching my nipple through my shirt.
"Jay-" I whine his name; my skin feels alive with pleasure, humming for release.
"That's it Gorgeous, fuck my face," Jay encourages me, his hand helping me rock, chasing pleasure on his tongue. With another cry that turns into a delirious moan from Jay lapping at my clit I cum, holding his face to my pussy. He groans softly, hips jerking.
And, for the second time this week, Saint walks in on Jay and me just as we finish. "Anybody want waffles?" he asks, green eyes watching my heaving chest, roving over my bare legs.
I can't help but laugh and say, "Yes, please, Cinnamon!" Jay chuckles against my clit, making me gasp and arch into him— forgetting Saint lurking in the doorway.
"You heard her. Yes, Chef." Jay murmurs back, swirling his tongue around my clit again. "But I need another ten… maybe fifteen." Then Jay's moving, pulling me down his body, hooking his arms under my knees. A very undignified, shocked squawk leaves my mouth as I'm being pulled down off of his shoulders, pinned against the mirror, and then impaled on Jay's cock. The sound turns into a whine as Jay starts to move, and then I meet Saint's green gaze over Jay's shoulders for just one second before my eyes roll back.
Another moan slips free of my mouth when Jay steps back, fucking me rough and deep, and I catch Saint's receding form in the mirror as he leaves the room.
" Jay -" I pant, trying to scold him for being rude, but his name comes out more like a moan.
"I can call him back if you want him to watch," Jay chuckles, still pounding into me.
"Just stop being rude-" I moan, rocking my hips in time with him.
"Don't worry, he's a big boy. He can take it. Just like you can," And then, Jay pulls out, slams my face into the mirror, and says, "Look at how beautiful you are while I'm fucking you." Our eyes lock in the mirror as he rushes back in, roughly filling me up again and again.
"Fuck, that feels good-" I moan, my scolding forgotten.
Saint
Hearing someone moaning someone else's name shouldn't turn me on this much. But fuck, if Jay wasn't the luckiest son of a bitch in the fucking world. The way Artemis gripped her chest, rolling her nipple in her fingers, holding Jay exactly where she wanted him?
A wolf could get off on the sight alone.
Dante is nowhere in sight when I reach the kitchen, with his waffles and mine gone.
Typical Dante, my wolf mumbles.
Whistling, I set about whipping up a new batch of waffles and putting strawberries in Artemis' stack because I know she likes the berries inside and on top with whipped cream and butter more than she likes waffles with syrup.
Twelve minutes later, Jay and Artemis emerge, her cheeks flush, lips puffy, and a line of bite marks down her throat. Her brown eyes positively glow. The golden striations around her iris tell me her wolf is close to the surface. The way her hair is mussed just makes me want to thread my fingers through it and pull her face to mine.
She'd tasted like honeyed liquor- sweet with a hidden fire. Like she could be the sweetest sin or your undoing. I'm dying to know if she tastes like that everywhere.
I want her. More than I think I've ever wanted anything in my entire life. As Jay meets my eyes, settling into the bar stool next to Artemis, I am thankful he knows and supports it.
Even if, in the meantime, the rat bastard is practically getting off on fucking her in front of me. I do have to find out why she's suddenly calling me Cinnamon, though. I doubt it has anything to do with my wolf's fur color.
Artemis
"You know, I think I could get used to this," I comment, lifting the last piece of strawberry waffles to my lips, smothered in whipped cream.
"What's that tiny?" Saint asks, smirking.
Whipped cream is on my lip, so I lick it quickly before responding, "This." Gesturing to everywhere .
Jay chuckles, squeezes my thigh in his hand, and says, "That's the idea, Gorgeous."
Saint, on the other hand, reaches out, swipes whipped cream from the corner of my mouth with his thumb and then sucks it clean. With his green eyes flashing, Saint smirks at me and fuck. Heat spools in my core again, a flush rising to my cheeks. My wolf's claws echo in my skull.
Rising from my stool, I say, "Well, thanks for breakfast, Cinnamon. And thanks for the ride, Big Guy." I smile at Saint and kiss Jay on his cheek. And then I turn on my heel, disappearing up the stairs.
Fuck. Fuck Fuck .
Do I have a crush on Saint?
No…I love Jay. Have loved him my whole life.
So why do I get butterflies every time Saint smirks at me?
But I don't think I'm imagining it when he flirts back at me. It feels genuine. Fuck.
Fuck.
My wolf stays silent, resuming her ever-relentless pacing, looping round and round in my soul. Waiting for the opportunity to come alive again.