Page 24 of Give Me What I Want

She nodded hesitantly, her lower lip dragging between her teeth. “This won’t hurt the band. I won’t let it.”

“Good girl,” I whispered, my throat bobbing. Then I sniffed and hardened myself again. No soft emotions. Not here. Not tonight. By morning, we’d be family again. But right now… I needed to be cold. Hard.

“Cole,” she whispered, craning her neck. “You in?”

“All in, gorgeous.” He tightened his hold on her, then dropped his lips to meet hers, kissing her as though he was finally giving in to something he had wanted for too many years.

The thought made me uncomfortable. Wondering if I would look the same way in his eyes when I claimed her too. But I hadn’t been secretly pining over her, so I hoped that it was just my imagination seeing things in him that weren’t real. He was simply enjoying this one night to its fullest, that was all.

I needed to stop watching them and focus on something that wasn’t the place where their lips touched. A place that would bring my mood back to one that wasn’t fearful. My gaze fell onto her knees, those bright blue plasters peeling at the edges. She needed to replace them. The stupid fucking colour of them made my eye twitch, combined with those socks, too bright, too playful. I didn’t want playful. Playfulness could lead to something wrong. So I stepped forward, releasing Ronan, and ripped the plasters from her knees.

She yelped, pulling away from Cole to scowl at me. I flicked the plasters onto the floor with a cruel smile, then grabbed her knees, my calloused hands rough against the angry grazes on her skin. “Jordan, get over here. Ronan, stay the fuck down.” I instructed, then nodded at Cole, hoping he understood as my gaze flicked for barely a second to Bea’s chest.

He grinned; his uncertainty replaced with pure excitement as his hands slid over her body bunching the fabric of the shirt she had stolen from him, inching it higher, exposing more of her milk-and-ink flesh to us all.

Jordan hadn’t moved, but neither had Ronan. It was strange to me thathewas the one playing by my rules. Ronan loved to fight me, and I loved fighting him right back. Jord was usually more agreeable, so why the hell wasn’t he getting in on this?

Growling, my fingers tightened on Bea’s knees before I began to slowly push them down her thighs, making her hiss as she continued to scowl at me. But at no point did she tell me to stop. Something about that got my cock even harder. Knowing she could handle, maybe even wanted, pain. I wasn’t the type of guy who did brutal, vicious things to his lovers, but I wasn’t gentle either.

A stabbing feeling pinched in my chest as I looked at her though, my thoughts attempting to go to a place I didn’t want them to. Telling me that for her, maybe I could be gentle. I tore my gaze away from her, shaking my head violently, then looking over my shoulder at Jord.

He was still hovering in the doorway, his hands in his jeans pockets, his gaze on the carpeted floor. Ronan was sitting now, glaring up at me from the space between the bed and the door. I wasn’t sure who was pissing me off more.

“Jordan,” I repeated. “Make things right with us.”

“I can—”

“Oh, Cole.” Bea’s moan had my head snapping around, and my jaw almost dropped at the sight of her. I hadn’t even realised that I had spread her legs, my fingers digging into the middle of her thighs as I held her down, her pussy exposed and glistening. Trailing my gaze up her body I found that Cole had pulled his shirt up past her breasts, the perfect little mounds so beautifully decorated, jewelled peaks pinched between Cole’s fingers and thumbs. He tugged and she moaned again, making him grin from ear to ear.

I had seen Bea topless plenty of times, but I had never seen her like this, and I had never seen what lay beneath her panties. She was a sight to behold, perfect in every fucking way, and I knew that the four of us were damn lucky. Lucky to know her, and even luckier to have her in this way. Our bandmate didn’t sleep around, and for a moment, I almost backed out, wondering if she really wanted this. But then Cole made her moan again, and Ronan chuckled darkly from behind me, and I knew that there wasn’t a chance in hell that I’d walk out of this room without filling that perfect little pussy with more cum than she could handle.

Mine.

Cole’s.

Jord’s.

Not Ronan’s though. Hell, he shouldn’t evenbein this room, but I wasn’t dumb enough to think that I could throw him out, and there wasn’t a chance in hell that I’d be stepping away from Bea to do it.

“Jordan,” I snapped, realising that he still hadn’t moved. “She’s waiting.” I locked eyes with Bea. “You’re waiting so patiently, aren’t you, baby?”

“For now.” There was a glint in her eye, one that told me that if we didn’t hurry up and do more than tease her, she’d take control.

I was in no mood to lose control to anyone though.

Dropping to my knees I finally broke eye contact with her. There was a tremble building in my hands, one that I needed to banish, but it only got worse as they slid closer to her cunt. It was only when I heard her sigh Cole’s name that I regained my composure, and with steady fingers, I parted her, swallowed hard, and licked.

The gasp that echoed around the room as my tongue glided over her was one that I’d replay over and over for months, maybe even years. I lapped at her, enjoying the sweet taste of her as her gasps turned into moans, and then they were drowned out. Covered up by the sound of music.

With a frown I looked up, peering over her pubic bone at her and Cole. Her mouth was formed in a delicious ‘o’, and Cole looked smug as sin as he clicked the remote of the sound system, skipping from song to song until suddenly Bea shuddered.

“Perfect,” I barely heard him say over the music. It was a song by one of Bea’s favourite bands. I guessed it was kind of cute that Cole was setting the mood for her like that, but I wasn’t quite sure why he looked so damn pleased with himself. It was only when her mouth widened, her chest rising heavily, that I realised there was something more to this. Cole’s hands were resting on her breasts, but they didn’t move, didn’t tease. I had stopped licking, the only contact we had was my fingers spreading her, I had barely even breathed against her clit. So why the fuck did she look like she was getting turned on beyond all belief?

“The fuck?” Ronan asked, coming up behind me, resting his forearms on my shoulders.

“Get off of me.” I shrugged him away and gave Cole a questioning look.

He didn’t say anything back. Just smiled as though he was holding on to the best secret in the world, then dropped his head to her ear and whispered. Whatever the hell he had said had her eyes widening and darting between the rest of us.

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