Page 76 of Decked, Wrecked and Pucked
“Roman…” I moan, my voice catching when I feel his cock rubbing against mine through the thin wall of her body. His piercing drags with every stroke, sending a sharp jolt of pressure and pleasure straight through me.
This goes beyond sex.
This is four bodies moving as one, all of us chasing the same edge, blurring the lines between who’s giving and who’s taking, desperate to fall together.
“I can’t wait for the day you give that ass up to me,” Jasper growls, eyes locked on Roman. “You’ll be on all fours taking me like the good boy I know you wanna be, and you’re gonna feel how much I fucking love you.”
“Fuck, Jasper.” I groan, my hips slamming forward as Addie lets out a moan beneath us.
“Keep talking,” Roman grits out. “She’s close… I can feel it. She just tightened up around me.”
“Our dirty girl gets off on hearing how I’m gonna wreck our captain, huh?”
“I wanna see it,” Addie whimpers. “Please, I need to watch.”
Yeah, with all of them like this—moaning, begging, fucking—I’m hanging by a thread.
“You wanna know what else I want, Zeke?” I lift my head, andthe second my eyes meet Jasper’s, it’s like the rest of the world disappears. “I want you inside me… while I’m inside him.”
His words hit like a match to gasoline.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” My hips keep pounding deep into Addie’s ass as I come, setting off a chain reaction that ripples through all of us.
“Oh my god…”
“Fuck, Addie, come on, baby, come for us,” Roman growls, and then I feel it—the snap—her body clenches tight as her climax crashes over her, and she squeezes us both. Roman groans, losing himself right after, head falling back as Jasper catches his mouth in a kiss that steals the sound right from his throat.
“Jasper…” She pants, breathless. “I want you.”
He inches forward, and the second her lips close around him, his fingers fist in her hair. He calls out her name as he lets go, and she swallows every drop. When it’s over, Jasper folds in on himself, his breath ragged, one hand gripping my shoulder tight as he tries to pull himself back together.
“Now I’ve got all three of you inside me,” Addie says with a wicked little smile.
We pull out slowly, one by one, from every hole we’ve used, and collapse together across the bed. The sheets are a mess—damp, twisted, and clinging to my skin—and the whole room is thick with the smell of sex.
I glance at Addie, lying between us. I know we could’ve been happy without her. Jesus, we were happy without her. But some part of us would’ve always missed her. She lit the match we didn’t know we needed and burned down everything we thought we were until all that was left was this and every memory we haven’t made yet.
We were whole together.
But with her, we’re complete.
We’re a mess of limbs, heat, and everything we’re about to lose, and I’m really trying to take this in for what it is.
All we’ve got left are these few remaining hours.
We’re leaving, and we’re leaving without Addison.
None of us are happy about it. Least of all Jasper, who, the moment he found out she was ready to move to us, started googling moving companies. He had tabs open for“How to pack up your life in twenty-four hours,” “Small-town escape plans,”and my personal favorite,“Professional email templates for quitting your entire life without sounding completely unhinged.”
“I’ll write it for her,” he said, furiously tapping away on his phone. “Dear whoever, I’m leaving and won’t be returning. EVER. I’ve been claimed by three annoyingly hot men with questionable morals and excellent stamina. Please forward all mail to our shared bed.”
He’s going to hate being without her—we all will, but I know the wait will be worth it.
“Can I ask you something?” Addie’s voice cuts through the quiet, all of us still wrapped up in the perfect mess we’ve made.
“What is it, beautiful?” I ask, my hand absentmindedly stroking Jasper’s hair where he’s curled up with his head in my lap.
“Do your families know? About you guys?”
