Page 5 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

Fucking perfect.

And she is. I hope what we give her is enough until we can give her everything.

CHAPTER 3

FOUR MONTHS AGO

ZACH

Heather tastes so fucking good and kissing her feels like coming home. Every single time. I know I’m a lucky fucking bastard because not only can I share her with two other men I consider my brothers, with or without the patch, but she’s everything I want in a woman.

She’s sweet and kind, giving and smart. Part of me feels guilty because I’m going to be the last one to get my patch, assuming it happens. I’m the holdout to our happiness.

I nip at Heather’s bottom lip and swallow her moan as Bedlam pounds into her from behind. She jolts in my arms and when I look down, I see Gray’s fingers circling her clit. I lean back and stare into her hazel eyes, loving the way they’re glazed over with lust.

“So close. Please,” she begs, “I need to come.”

“That’s right,” Bedlam growls, “you’re going to cover my cock in your cream and squeeze my dick just right.”

She moves her hips to meet his as he tips her forward slightly so he can pound into her. The way her tits move with every thrust is mesmerizing. There’s so much to look at and all of it is hot as hell.

Bedlam wraps his hand around Heather’s neck, his fingers playing with the collar she’s wearing. Our collar. The proof of our ownership even if we can’t say it out loud. Not yet, but soon.

His other hand slides down the front of her body, squeezing one of her tits and then the other before reaching her pussy. When he slaps her clit, her body bucks right before she screams.

“Fuck,” he growls, “that’s right. Milk my cock.”

He pushes as deep inside our woman as he can get and grunts with his release. Their chests are heaving as he buries his face in her neck and his hands roam gently over her body. The sweet kisses he plants along her shoulder and up her neck, even on the leather of the collar she’s wearing, has our woman melting back against him.

My mouth is watering, and my cock is twitching with the need to be buried in her. Anywhere. I’m not fucking picky at this point. I just need to be inside of her.

When Bedlam slowly releases her, I’m right there to hold her steady. The sigh of relief as he undoes the cuffs is so damn sweet. I know if she was uncomfortable or needed to be released, she would have said something. From the foggy look in her eyes when she looks at me, I know she was lost to her pleasure.

I pepper kisses all over her face as her arms and shoulders are massaged by Bedlam and Gray. She leans into my touch and slumps forward against my chest, the action is so damn trusting. I don’t deserve her, none of us do, but we’re not going to give her up.

Hell fucking no. Not a chance.

Gray slides into the place Bedlam vacates when he climbs off the bed to deal with the condom. The way her body arches tells me Gray’s hands are all over her ass and back. Her skin gets so damn sensitive after her first orgasm.

I love watching the goosebumps as they pop up and the way she follows our touch with her body. It’s addicting.

“I’m going to fill your pussy with my cock, Cherub,” I growl against her lips and then lie back on the bed.

I grab a condom, ripping the package open, and then sliding it down my length. With Heather on birth control, we’re not always consistent with condoms because we’re not fucking anyone else, and neither is she. However, she’s told us it makes her more comfortable, so we try to remember.

Bedlam tosses Gray a bottle of lube when he comes out of the adjoined bathroom and the thought of her ass and pussy being stuffed is almost too much. Gray gives Bedlam a chin lift before he grips Heather’s hips and helps to move her over my aching dick.

“Slide down, Heather. Ride him so I can fill your ass,” Gray commands.

Heather’s tits jiggle as she rises on her knees, and I grip the base of my cock to help keep it in position. She rocks her hips back and forth, the crown just kissing her slit and making me want to slam her down on my length. The way her hazel eyes sparkle is all mischief.

I fucking love it. I love her.

Those words are on the tip of my tongue, but I clench my jaw to bite them back. We have a plan. We need to stick to it, no matter how difficult it is. It’s not just for us, but for her as well.

We want to be able to offer her the world and right now we can’t. Soon isn’t fucking soon enough.

As she slides down my cock, I feel the walls of her pussy stretch around me, but she’s tight. So fucking tight. My muscles strain with the need to bury myself balls deep inside of her. But I also enjoy how hot it is to watch her take her pleasure on her terms.

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