21. Dylan

Chapter 21

Dylan

W e pull up to a random house, and I furrow my brows. I glance out the passenger side window, taking in the neat front yard and the brick home that looks like something from a suburban dream magazine.

"Where are we?" I ask, turning to Ford in the driver's seat. Jacob stares out his window, looking just as confused as I am.

Ford flashes his mischievous smirk that always makes my heart race. "This, Kitty, is our new place."

My mouth drops open. "What? You're joking, right?"

Jacob turns to Ford, his eyes wide. "Wait, what do you mean, our new place? We can't afford this. None of us even have jobs here yet."

Ford shrugs, his grin never leaving his face as he turns off the engine and gets out and we hurry to meet him on the sidewalk. "We don't have to pay anything. This is my parents' property. It's usually an Airbnb, but they took it off the site for us. It's ours for as long as we need it."

Jacob and I stare at him, stunned, as the realization sinks in. I look back at the house, my heart pounding. Our own place. No dorm rooms, no cramped spaces, just this… house.

"Holy shit," I whisper. "Our own house? This is… fuck, this is cool."

Ford grabs my hand and winks. "Well, you wanna see the inside?"

I practically run up the steps, my excitement bubbling up to the surface. "Yes!" I shout, not even caring if I sound like a kid on Christmas morning. This is huge.

Ford dangles the keys from his finger, flashing another one of those grins as he unlocks the front door. Jacob's right behind me, his excitement finally catching up to mine, and together we follow Ford into what's about to become our home.

As soon as we step inside, I'm hit with the fresh, clean scent of the house, and I'm already sold. The place is gorgeous. The hardwood floors gleam in the sunlight filtering through the big windows, and it's already fully furnished, like something out of a high-end magazine.

"Oh my god," I breathe, spinning around to take it all in. "This is insane."

Ford laughs, throwing an arm around my shoulders as he guides us through the house. "Welcome home, Kitty."

The tour feels surreal. There's a cozy living room with a massive sectional couch, a kitchen with stainless steel appliances and marble countertops, and even a cute little backyard that's perfect for hanging out when the weather's nice.

Then we head toward the bedrooms, climbing the stairs, our footsteps echoing softly in the hallway. Each room we pass has its own character, but it's the master bedroom that truly steals the show.

It's huge. Way bigger than I expected. The three of us stand in the middle of the room, taking it all in. I can already see us spending lazy mornings here, curled up together in bed as I read one of the erotica books I love so much.

"We should get a bed big enough for all of us," Jacob says, his voice filled with excitement.

Ford smirks. "Already on it. I've been looking at beds big enough to fit an army."

Laughter bubbles up my throat as warmth settles in my chest. I've never had something like this before—a real home with the people I care about. When my parents were together, they fought all the time and ignored me mostly, and then, after the divorce, we all know my mom turned into a bitch. It feels like the start of something incredible. Four years we'll be in this place—four years of making it ours.

As I'm imagining all the little touches we can add to make this house feel even more like home, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It's Matthew. I hesitate for a second before answering.

"Hey, where are you guys at? I can meet you." Matthew's voice comes through the line, husky and familiar.

I glance at Ford, who's still grinning like he just won the lottery. "What's the address, Ford?" I ask, covering the phone with my hand as we head back down to the kitchen.

Ford rattles off the address, and I repeat it to Matthew. "He says he'll be here in about thirty minutes," I tell the guys, hanging up the phone. "He's just gotta clean up before heading this way."

Ford's grin widens. "Plenty of time to get my Kitty fix, then."

Before I can react, Ford grabs me and throws me over his shoulder with a playful growl. I squeal, my hands instinctively reaching for his back to steady myself as he heads toward the stairs.

"Ford!" I laugh, kicking my legs playfully. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm doing," he says, his voice low and teasing as he carries me up the steps, Jacob following close behind with a smirk. "We've got the house all to ourselves for now. I think we should christen it properly."

The bedroom door swings open, and Ford tosses me onto the bed with a seductive glint in his eyes. I'm breathless from laughing as I sit up, watching him close the door. Jacob leans against the wall next to it, arms crossed over his chest, looking at me with that familiar heat in his eyes.

"You look way too cute when you're flustered," Jacob teases, stepping closer.

I bite my lip, my heart racing as the two of them close in on me. There's something electric in the air, something that makes my skin tingle and my breath quicken.

Ford's fingers trace along my jawline, tilting my head to meet his gaze. "Has Matthew tasted this sweet pussy yet?"

My breath hitches, and I shake my head, feeling a rush of heat spread through my body. "No, we've only kissed," I breathe softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ford's eyes darken with lust as he leans in closer. "What restraint he has." His lips brush against mine, teasing, before pulling away with a smirk. "His loss."

Jacob crawls behind me, his hands sliding over my shoulders and down my arms, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "You know we've got you, right?" he murmurs against my ear, his voice low and full of promise.

I nod, my heart pounding as I'm caught between the two of them, their hands, their lips, the heat of their bodies pressing against mine. The world outside fades away, and all that exists is this moment.

Ford's hands glide down to my hips, scooting me closer as his lips capture mine in a searing kiss. It's slow and deep, filled with an intensity that leaves me breathless. Jacob's hands, warm and firm, slide under my shirt, caressing my skin with a gentle, yet possessive touch.

I moan into Ford's mouth, my body arching into Jacob's touch, craving more. Every brush of their fingers, every whisper against my skin, sends me spiraling deeper into bliss. I haven't had any release all summer since Matthew hasn't made a move, so I want them—want this… bad.

Ford's grip tightens on my waist as his lips trail down my neck, leaving a fire in their wake.

The room is filled with the sounds of our gasps and moans, the heat between us building with every touch, every kiss. And in that moment, I know that this is where I belong—here, with them, in this house, in this moment, in this life we're building together.

Jacob slips my shirt over my head, tossing it aside.

Ford's hungry gaze sweeps over my body, as he pulls back to admire the view. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.

He lowers himself between my thighs, his strong hands parting my legs, and my breath catches as his fingers brush against the lace of my panties. Slowly, teasingly, he pulls them down, sliding the material over my legs, leaving me bare.

Jacob's lips are on my shoulder now, soft and warm, as he whispers against my hot flesh. "We're going to take such good care of you." His words send a thrill of anticipation through me.

Ford's hands move with that same deliberate slowness, his fingers trailing down my inner thighs until they hit my pussy once more. My breath stutters as he dips his head, his mouth so close that I can feel his breath against my skin. Then, with a slow, sensual flick of his tongue, he makes contact, and I gasp, my hips lifting off the bed as a wave of pleasure rolls through me and I press my back against Jacob.

"Oh, God," I moan, my fingers gripping the sheets as Ford works his magic. His mouth moves with expert precision, his tongue teasing and stroking in ways that have my entire body trembling with pleasure. I can barely think, barely breathe as he brings me closer and closer to the edge, my pulse racing, my body craving a release.

Jacob's hands never stop moving, never stop exploring. He palms my breasts, squeezing gently, and I feel his lips at the base of my neck.

When Ford finally pulls away, I'm left panting, my skin flushed and tingling with the need for more. He climbs up my body, his lips brushing mine in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on them. It's intoxicating.

"You taste so good," Ford growls against my mouth, his fingers sliding between my legs again, teasing me with slow strokes.

Jacob's voice rumbles against my ear. "We're not done yet, Pickle. Not even close."

Ford stands, strips, and lies down, tugging me onto his lap so I'm straddling him now. He guides me down with a firm grip on my hips, his cock pressing against me, and I feel my pulse quicken, my entire body responding to the feel of him so close. He teases me, grinding against me but not entering, making me whine with need.

"Ford, please," I whisper, my voice breaking. I don't care how desperate I sound. I want him. I need him.

Ford's eyes flash with amusement.

He kisses me again, slower this time, before finally freeing his grip from my hips and letting me slide down on his cock. I gasp, my fingers digging into his chest as he fills me, the stretch of him perfect.

Jacob moves beside me, his warm breath skates across my neck as he whispers, "Relax, baby."

Ford starts moving, slow and steady, and the rhythm he sets is maddening. I'm completely at their mercy, their hands, their mouths, their bodies overwhelming me. Every thrust, every stroke, every breath leaves me more breathless, desperate for release.

Ford's thrusts grow more urgent, and I can feel him trembling. "God, you're so tight," he groans, his voice rough. "You feel so fucking good."

Jacob's hand slides between my legs, finding my sensitive spot as Ford continues to move. I whimper, the combination of Ford deep inside me and Jacob's touch driving me to the edge. Then Jacob's fingers move away and I whine. Ford wraps his arms around me to hold me up as Jacob disappears.

Then he's at my back and I feel the press of his dick as he slowly pushes into me beside Ford, filling me in ways that leave me gasping. "I don't think I can," I whisper."You can and you will, Kitty. Just breathe."

The stretch is intense, the sensation overwhelming as I'm completely filled by them.

"Oh, God," I moan, my body trembling as they move together, Ford's thrusts deep and steady, while Jacob matches his rhythm, his chest pressed against my back, his hands holding my hips steady.

"You feel so good," Jacob whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as he moves inside me. "So perfect."

The pleasure builds until I'm teetering on the edge. Their hands, their bodies, their lips—it's all too much, yet not enough. I'm lost in them, lost in the overwhelming sensations as they take me higher and higher.

When I finally come, it's like an explosion, my body shaking with the force of it. Ford groans, his movements faltering as he follows me over the edge. Jacob holds me tight, whispering soft words of praise as he finds his own release. We collapse, tangled in each other, our breathing heavy, our bodies spent but completely satisfied.