Page 25

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jared

The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the heater kicking on. Savannah disappeared upstairs with Noah a little while ago, and Jamie’s in the kitchen pouring drinks, looking far too relaxed for the tension building in my chest.

Troy’s leaning against the counter, his arms crossed, watching me like he’s waiting for something. Probably waiting for me to crack. I feel it too—the tightness, the weight of the night—but I’m holding it together. Barely.

“You good?” Troy finally asks, stepping closer, his voice low enough not to carry.

“Yeah,” I say, but it’s too quick, too sharp.

He raises an eyebrow. “You sure? You’ve been staring at the ceiling like it’s got answers.”

I huff out a laugh, but it’s forced. “It’s just...different. All of it. I don’t know how you guys do this shit.”

Troy smirks. “Practice.”

I glare at him, but he shrugs like it’s no big deal. “You’ll get used to it,” he says. “But only if you want to. Don’t force yourself into something you’re not ready for.”

I rub the back of my neck. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I’m just…”

“Overthinking?”

“Yeah.”

Troy claps me on the shoulder. “Relax. This isn’t about us, man. It’s about her. Focus on her, and everything else will fall into place.”

I nod, but before I can say anything else, Savannah’s soft footsteps echo on the stairs.

She appears in the doorway, still in the jersey and that tiny skirt, her hair a little messy now, like she’s been running her hands through it. She hesitates, her eyes darting around the room, and then she says, “He’s asleep now.”

Jamie grins, lifting a glass toward her. “You want a drink?”

Her eyes flick to him, then to the bottle on the counter. “Please,” she whispers, walking toward him.

Jamie’s already pouring something into a pretty glass. It’s pink, with a little garnish on the side. He hands it to her with a grin. “It’s called Blush Temptation. Try it.”

Savannah raises an eyebrow but takes a sip. Her eyes widen, and she licks her lips slowly, clearly surprised. “Oh, wow. That’s...amazing.”

“Good, huh?” Troy asks, leaning back against the counter, his arms still crossed but his focus entirely on her.

“Yes,” she says, her voice soft but firm. “It’s fantastic.”

Jamie smirks, leaning in closer. “Take another sip.”

She does, slower this time, and Jamie watches her like she’s the only thing in the room. When she sets the glass down, his lips are on her neck, kissing softly at first, then harder.

Her breath catches, her body leaning into him.

Troy moves in next, stepping behind her. “Let me,” he says, tilting her head slightly and kissing the other side of her neck.

She sighs, a sound that makes my stomach twist. Jamie’s hand moves to her waist, and then higher, cupping her breast through the jersey.

“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, my eyes locked on them, heat pooling low in my stomach.

Savannah’s eyes flutter closed, and she places her hands on the counter for balance. The jersey slips off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin that Jamie doesn’t waste a second kissing.

“Join us whenever you’re ready,” Jamie says, his voice low and rough, directed at me.

I swallow hard, my throat dry. My hands clench into fists at my sides as I try to keep it together, but I’m failing. Miserably.

The room hums with a thick, electric tension as I pick my glass of whiskey back up.

The dim lighting casts shadows that dance across the space, the sound of soft laughter filling the air. My gaze is fixed on Savannah. Her blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, and her skin is flushed under the attention she’s getting from Jamie and Troy.

She looks like she’s caught in a storm—torn between control and surrender. Her miniskirt rides high on her thighs, the jersey clinging to her curves, making it impossible to look away. Jamie’s hands are on her hips, steadying her as Troy brushes a finger down her arm, murmuring something that makes her laugh softly, nervously.

I take another sip, the burn of the liquor doing nothing to dull the fire that’s started low in my gut. The way they’re touching her—gentle, teasing—is mesmerizing. She’s practically vibrating with anticipation, and I know, without a doubt, we’re all heading down the same path tonight.

“You feel so good,” Troy says before kissing the corner of her mouth,

She lets out a little whimper.

Troy tilts her chin up, his lips brushing against hers, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. Jamie trails his hands lower, his fingers dipping under the hem of her skirt. Savannah’s breath hitches, and I feel my pulse quicken, my grip tightening on the glass. She’s responsive, pliant under their touch, her soft sighs filling the space.

Troy glances at me, a smirk playing on his lips. “You just gonna stand there, Jared?”

I take my time answering, setting my glass down on the table beside me. “Just enjoying the show,” I say, my voice low. But even as the words leave my mouth, I know it’s only a matter of time before I’m pulled into the gravity of what’s unfolding.

Jamie grins, his attention still on Savannah. He presses a kiss to the side of her neck, and she tilts her head, giving him better access. “You sure? She’s looking a little lonely over here.”

Savannah glances over at me, her blue eyes wide and glassy, her lips parted. There’s a flicker of something there—hesitation, maybe—but it’s quickly overtaken by curiosity. Desire. My restraint is hanging by a thread.

“Come here,” Jamie says, his voice steady but filled with heat. “She wants you.”

“Okay,” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.

I step forward, every nerve in my body on fire. Savannah turns her head, her heavy-lidded eyes meeting mine. She looks...wrecked…already, and we’ve barely started.

That’s all it takes to snap the thread. I move toward them, my footsteps slow and deliberate. As I reach them, Jamie shifts, giving me room to step closer. Savannah’s breath catches again as I cup her face, my thumb brushing across her cheek. She leans into my touch, her body trembling slightly.

“Hey,” I say softly.

“Hey,” she whispers back, her lips parting just enough to pull me closer.

I kiss her, slow at first, testing, but the second her lips move against mine, I’m gone. Everything else fades—Jamie, Troy, the room itself—and it’s just her.

Her hands slide up my chest, and I’m dimly aware of Troy’s laugh somewhere behind me. But I don’t care. Not anymore.

I want her.

“You good?” I ask her, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nods, swallowing hard. “Yeah.”

Troy slips behind her, his hands sliding over her waist as he presses a kiss to her shoulder. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

Her hands find their way to my chest as she leans forward, capturing my mouth with hers. It’s hesitant at first, but when I deepen the kiss, she melts against me. Jamie’s hands are on her thighs now, pushing her skirt higher, revealing smooth skin that feels like fire under my fingertips when I reach for her.

Troy’s voice is low, almost growling in her ear. “Let’s get you out of this.” He pulls at the hem of her jersey, and she lifts her arms, letting him strip it off. The movement leaves her bare except for a lacy bra and that impossibly short skirt. The sight of her like this—flushed, exposed, trembling—makes my chest tighten with need.

Jamie sinks to his knees in front of her, his hands gripping her hips as he leans in, pressing kisses to her stomach, her thighs. Savannah’s breathing picks up, her fingers tangling in my hair as I kiss her again, harder this time, unable to hold back. Troy’s hands are everywhere, stroking, teasing, adding to the overwhelming sensation of it all.

When Jamie nudges her thighs apart, she gasps, her head falling back against Troy’s chest. The sound goes straight to my core, and I realize I’m not just a spectator anymore. I’m part of this, caught in the same current that’s pulling all of us under.

“Sofa. Now,” Troy growls, leading her to the sofa in the middle of the living room.

My cock presses to the inseam of my pants as I follow behind. I need to be inside her.

Within seconds, Jamie’s hands are on her thighs, spreading them wider as he leans in, his lips brushing over her inner thigh. The heat from his breath makes her shudder, and I watch, transfixed, as he moves lower. She’s so responsive, her body trembling, her hands gripping the edges of the sofa as if she’s fighting to keep control.

Troy’s hands slide up her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. It falls to the floor, leaving her bare, and for a moment, she hesitates—eyes flicking toward me. There’s a mix of uncertainty and anticipation in her gaze, but I can see the way her body is reacting, the way her breath quickens. She wants this.

“Let go,” I murmur, my lips brushing her ear as I step closer, one hand reaching out to trace the curve of her neck, the soft skin there warm and smooth under my fingertips. “Trust us.”

She exhales shakily, and I know that’s all the encouragement she needs. Jamie’s lips are on her again, pressing against her stomach as he slowly moves lower. She shudders, her legs trembling under the pressure of his mouth.

Troy slides behind her, his hands grabbing her hips as he starts to undress. The sound of his zipper sliding down sends a ripple of tension through the room.

Savannah’s eyes flicker back to me, her mouth slightly parted, waiting for something—anything. I move closer, my hands brushing across her thighs as I kneel in front of her, locking eyes with Jamie.

“She’s ready,” Jamie says softly, his voice thick with desire as he looks up at her.

She nods, her breath shallow as she shifts her legs apart, revealing herself to me completely. I can smell her, that intoxicating sweetness that has me aching. I’m already half hard just from the sight of her, the anticipation building, the hunger gnawing at the edges of my control.

“I’m going to touch you now,” I say, my voice rougher than I expect, as I slide my fingers along her wetness, feeling the slick heat of her. She’s trembling again, but this time it’s from need, not fear. Her body seems to melt under my touch, and I can’t help but groan low in my throat.

Jamie glances up at me, his fingers already working to open her more, holding her wide, and the sight of her like this—spread out for us—makes something dark stir inside me. “She’s so wet for you, Jared. She wants you.”

I can see it in her eyes now, in the way she clenches her fists in the cushions, her breath ragged as she struggles to stay still. I slide my finger inside her, and she gasps, her back arching off the sofa as a soft moan escapes her lips. The sound is addictive, pulling me deeper into the moment.

“Tell me what you need,” I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear.

She trembles harder as I slide another finger in, her body yielding to me as I move slowly, teasing her. “I need you,” she whispers, and my control starts to slip away.

Jamie grins as he moves, standing and sliding behind her, his hand on the back of her neck, guiding her head back to his cock. “Open your mouth, sweetheart,” he demands, his voice thick with lust.

She hesitates, but only for a moment, before she parts her lips, taking him in with a soft gasp. I watch, entranced by the way she sucks him in, her mouth moving with ease as she lets him guide her.

My pulse is thudding in my ears as I continue to finger her, moving faster now as she’s pushed to the brink. Her legs are shaking, her body taut, and I can feel how close she is. She’s writhing on the couch, the pressure building inside her as I stroke her harder.

“Are you close, baby?” I whisper, my voice dark and low as I curl my fingers inside her, hitting the spot that makes her cry out.

Her hands clutch Jamie’s thighs as she sucks harder, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the room, mixed with the harshness of her breaths. “Yes,” she gasps, her voice strained, “Yes, I’m so close.”

I pull my fingers away and stand, watching as she groans in frustration, her body twitching from the loss. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and desperate, and I know that’s my cue. I roll on a condom quickly, the sensation of latex against my skin only adding to the urgency.

I lean over her, my lips brushing against hers as I align myself with her, the heat of her body making everything inside me tighten. “Ready?” I ask, my voice a mix of anticipation and control.

She nods, eyes filled with need, and before I can think, I thrust into her, hard and fast. The sensation of her tightness enveloping me makes me groan in pleasure. She’s perfect, every inch of her, and I start to move, each thrust making her cry out, the sound like music to my ears.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” I mutter, pulling her hips to meet mine as I thrust deeper, harder. Her moans grow louder, and I can feel her body start to shake with pleasure. I lean down to kiss her again, my hand cupping her jaw as I guide her mouth to mine, swallowing her cries.

Jamie’s hands are on her chest, kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, and she’s gasping for air as Troy moves behind her, his fingers working her in sync with mine. The pressure inside me builds, and I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Come for me,” I growl, my fingers gripping her hips as I slam into her, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. Her back arches, her body spasming as she finally shatters, her cry of release sending a wave of heat through me. I can feel her tighten around me, pulling me deeper as I fight to keep my control.

But I can’t stop. I keep moving, riding her through the wave of her orgasm, my own release building. “Fuck, you’re so perfect,” I groan, my movements becoming frantic as I feel the pressure rising.

And then, as her body jerks again, I lose it—releasing inside her with a low, guttural groan. She’s still trembling beneath me, her fingers digging into my skin as she fights to steady herself.

I pull out slowly, my body still pulsing with the aftershocks. Jamie grins, his eyes hungry as he leans in to kiss her, his hands pushing her back onto the couch. “My fucking turn,” he growls, his hands on her hips as he positions himself between her legs.

Troy moves in next, following Jamie’s lead, and the cycle begins again.

***

The room is quiet now with the kind of stillness that feels earned. Savannah’s curled up between us on the couch, her head resting on my chest. Jamie’s on her other side, tracing lazy patterns on her arm, and Troy’s sprawled out in the armchair, his eyes half-closed but still alert.

“You okay?” I ask her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.

She nods, her smile soft. “Yeah. More than okay.”

Jamie chuckles. “That’s what we like to hear.”

Troy shifts, sitting up. “You need anything? Water? A snack?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m good.” Then, after a pause, “Thank you. All of you. For…everything.”

“Don’t thank us,” Jamie says, squeezing her hand. “This isn’t a one-sided thing.”

“Still,” she says, her voice quieter now. “I didn’t know what to expect, but…you made me feel safe. Seen.”

Troy smirks. “Damn right we did.”

I kiss the top of her head. “You’re incredible, you know that?”

She laughs, a little self-conscious. “I’m just me.”

“And that’s enough,” I say firmly.

The conversation drifts after that, light and easy. Jamie cracks a joke about how Troy’s gonna complain about being sore tomorrow, and Troy fires back about Jamie’s age catching up with him. Savannah laughs, her eyes bright, and I can’t help but smile too.

Eventually, her eyelids start to droop, and she snuggles closer. “I think I’m ready for bed,” she murmurs.

“Let’s get you upstairs,” I say, and Jamie and Troy nod in agreement.

As we help her up, I catch her looking at each of us with that same soft smile. It hits me then just how lucky we are to have her.

And as we settle in for the night, I promise myself that we’ll keep earning her trust—one day, one moment at a time.

Maybe by Christmas, we will be more than just her fuck buddies. The thought fills me with warmth.