I step back, but he doesn’t let me get far, stepping with me so that we stay chest to chest. I throw my hands up between us, landing on his pecs. “I get it, Bentley. Please just go so I can pull myself together on my own.”
“Absolutely not,” he says. One of his arms comes up, banding around my waist and pulling me further into him as the other wraps around the back of my neck, long fingers sliding into the back of my hair. Goosebumps erupt across the skin, but I only have a moment to process the feeling before his lips meet mine and we’re kissing. It takes even less time than before for me to respond in kind, digging my nails into his chest and feeling the rumble of his answering groan vibrate beneath my palms. He pulls away much quicker this time, only moving back an inch to look down at me, rubbing the tip of his nose against the length of mine as he does so. “Better, or still confused?”
I narrow my eyes on him, digging my nails in a little further. “This is your way of clarifying the situation?”
He shrugs, releasing my head and reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone, his other arm still squishing me against his chest. “I thought it was enlightening,” he mumbles with another shrug.
I roll my eyes and he puts his phone away after sending a text. His free arm joins the other, holding me against him while I drum my fingers against his chest.
“We just going to stand here now?” I ask, not even moving an inch away from him. Warmth radiates from him, oozing into me at every point of contact.
“Give him a moment,” he says, reaching his hands down to grip my ass.
Noise from the bar suddenly floods the alleyway for a moment and Bentley lifts his head, looking over mine. “Getting started without me, I see,” Axel drawls from behind me. My spine snaps straight, head turning to look at him as he leans against the closed door and lets his eyes roam over both of us.
“You were taking too long,” Bentley says with a smile, squeezing my ass. Axel’s eyes jump down, and he licks his bottom lip, watching Bentley’s hands flex. “Janette here is under the impression that we’ve decided to be together without her.” Axel’s eyes fly up to mine, mouth hanging open. “She thinks we’ve decided she’s a problem and that she’s the reason we’ve been fighting.”
“Oh, Blue, no.” He steps toward the two of us, and my heart squelches.
Bentley reaches up and snags my chin between his index and thumb, turning my head back toward him to look me in the eyes. “We were going to try to make this a slow seduction, but it seems like we need to clear some things up.”
Axel brackets me in from behind and he loops an arm around my waist, sliding it between Bentley and me. He hunches down and his chin lands on my shoulder. He pecks my cheek. “You are not a problem, Blue.” He steps in closer, and Bentley moves his hand off my ass to press against my lower back and rest against Axel’s stomach. “And you were not the reason we were fighting. I told you I was attracted to you in the stairwell. Do I need toreinforce the point?” He squeezes my middle and I stare into Bentley’s eyes, breath stuttering as I stand sandwiched between the two of them.
“Pretty sure my attraction is evident,” Bentley says, rubbing his finger along my jaw as he presses his hips into my stomach. The hard length of him rubs against me and my mouth opens at the contact, a moan escaping when Axel starts trailing his lips along the side of my throat. I tip it back, giving Axel more access, and close my eyes. Letting go of my chin and brushing my curls back, Bentley leans forward and nips the shell of me ear on the other side.
Already attuned to each other, they both pull back at the same time and a whine escapes my throat without my permission. I bite my lip, looking back at Bentley, who smiles down at me.
“We were fighting because we're both stupid, not because of you. It was never a jealousy or ‘fighting over you’ thing, sunshine.” Bentley pecks my lips, lingering a bit and nipping my bottom one when I pout.
Axel laughs next to my ear, cuddling closer into me. “I don’t think I ever even considered choosing between the two of you, if I'm being honest.”
I turn to look at him, rolling my eyes when he can see my face. “Of course, you didn’t.” He leans forward and captures my lips, slowly teasing them open before rolling his tongue against mine. I moan and he shuffles forward, meeting the brick wall that is Bentley.
Someone whistles at the mouth of the alleyway, and we all break apart instantly. My blood spikes with fear, as I glance around, seeing a laughing group of drunk kids passing by and not the flash of cameras my mind conjured up. The three of us glance between each other, the heat of the moment still presentbeside the adrenaline of getting caught. I lick my lips and both boys follow my tongue with their eyes.
“Maybe we should take this back to West Tower?” Bentley says, shifting his weight and running a hand through his hair.
“Let’s go,” Axel says, reaching forward and grabbing my hand before rushing toward the end of the alleyway.
“Wait,” I say, pulling him to a stop and grabbing Bentley’s hand with my other. “I need to go tell Layla I’m leaving.”
“Text her,” Axel says, before continuing on his way, pulling the two of us in his wake.
20
The door to our suite closes behind Bentley and the tension between the three of us ratchets up to an eleven. I want to reach out and devour each of them, but I don’t know which one to start with. My eyes ping pong between them, chest heaving as my breathing becomes shallow. Janette pants as well between us, and Bentley looks over each of us slowly, hand still on the doorknob behind him.
“Bedroom,” Bentley says, and we both head toward his room without a second thought. I pull my overshirt off on the way, letting it fall to the floor in his room. Janette wears a striped, blue sweater and tight black jeans and I click my tongue when I turn around, still finding her fully dressed.
“Turn around,” I say when all three of us are in the room, pulling my tee shirt over my head. Janette turns to face Bentley, who smirks down at her, before using one hand to pull his burgundy sweater over his head at the back of his neck. His stomach and abs appear first, followed by his broad and tanned chest smattered with hair. I step in behind Janette, placing my hands on her hips and sliding them up slowly under her sweater, trailing my palms against the sides of her waist. She lifts herarms up when I hit the edge of her bra and I whip the sweater away. She leans back against my chest, warm skin meeting mine and making me shudder as my hands land on her jean clad hips again.
Bentley steps up, grabbing her jaw in one of his hands and tipping her head back. “How do you want us, sunshine?”
She opens her mouth, eyes widening as she stares up at him. “How do you want me?” she asks, and he chuckles.
His eyes meet mine and he reaches out with his other hand, grabbing my jaw the same way he holds hers. He pulls me forward, pecking me on the mouth over her head. “I want you to taste her first, before I fuck our girl and then you can call the shots. Good?” I nod as he speaks, my jeans feeling impossibly tight now.
He leans down and kisses her quickly too, before releasing both of us and stepping back. I spin her around, smiling down at the dazed look on her face. She stares up at me through lidded eyes, hands landing on my bare chest. “Hi, Blue,” I whisper, moving my hands to pop the button of her jeans and slowly sliding down to my knees as I pull down her zipper at the same pace. “You good with Bentley’s plan?” She nods vigorously, following my descent with her head. I grin, grabbing the sides of her jeans and shimmying them down her legs, kissing her skin as I reveal each new inch.