13. Chapter 13

My brain is working on its last cell, and I can't get enough air into my lungs. These boys are trying to kill me—my hand trembles when I reach for Ashton's shirt, pulling him closer. He works his lips across my jaw, and Maddox wraps his arms around my waist, working to undo my belt; drawing a deep breath, I try to fill my lungs with air. With them this close is like having a vacuum; they keep sucking all the air from me.

"I'm gonna make you beg, baby," Maddox whispers next to my ear.

Ashton moves back, pulling his shirt over his head, and I admire what swimming has done to his body over the years.

"See something you like?" He rubs his hand along his abs.

I roll my eyes. "Just that ego of yours needs to have a seat, Ashton." Maddox chuckles, rocking our bodies.

Atticus laughs from behind us, and I won't lie, I kinda forgot that he was here.

"What state did Atticus leave you in?" Maddox asks as he drags my dress up past my hips. The cool air hits my wet thong, sending a shiver down my thighs. Maddox lets out a slight smirk. "Guess I don't need to check." He pulls the rest of my dress over my head with a long tug.

I stand before all three, wearing only my black bralette, thong, and Mary Janes. I've never felt so unsexy in my life. The one day that I chose not to wear fishnets or sexier shoes.

"So beautiful," I hear Ashton say. "Get on the floor for me."

I carefully go to where Ash laid down the giant canvas drop cloth; he takes my hand and helps me to my knees.

"Just how I like you." He brushes my hair away from my face, tilting my chin upward. His pale blue eyes pierce into me, digging into the depths of my soul. If he looks deep enough, he'll be able to find all my flaws. "Maddox, get over here, she's ready for you."

I watch Maddox appear from the corner of my eye, unzipping his jeans as he walks. My pussy throbs when he pulls his dick out, and Ashton turns my head to face it. With a lick of my lips, Maddox moves forward, lifting his dick to my wet lips.

"Open for me."

My jaw drops fast, and I grab the back of Maddox's thighs, bringing him closer. With a couple of smacks against my lips, he shoves his dick into my mouth, digging my nails into his skin when he reaches the back of my throat.

"God, baby. I love it when you take it all." He groans, pulling out halfway before slowly pushing back in.

I take a deep breath through my nose and open my mouth wider. Spit falls from the corner of my mouth onto my chest with each thrust. I gag when he drives too far back.

"So perfect," Ashton says, adjusting himself. "Maddox lay down. Jinx, you"re going to ride him."

Maddox removes his jeans and hoodie before doing what Ashton says. He curls his index finger towards his palm in a come here gesture. I go to stand, but he shakes his head. "On your knees, crawl to me, Jinx." One thing about Maddox is that he isn't scared to tell you what to do.

The floor digs into my knees as I make my way to Maddox. When I reach Maddox's side, Ashton walks behind me, running his hand down my back. He hooks his finger into my thong, dragging it down my thighs. I lift each knee and watch him toss it to the side. His hand grips my calf before sliding back up my leg.

"This ass of yours, Jinx." His hand lands hard on my right cheek with a sharp snap. "I'm going to have fun breaking it in."

I drop my head onto Maddox's thigh when I think of everything Ashton could do to me. A hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head upward, and my eyes clash with a pair of hazel ones. He doesn't stop pulling my hair until I'm on top of him; spreading my legs, I straddle him.

"Fuck, I can feel how wet you are."

I rub my pussy against his dick. "That's Atticus's cum. He wanted me ready for you." Maddox shifts his gaze to Atticus.

"I owe you one." He lifts me and slams me down on his hardness. Before I can scream, Ashton covers my mouth.

"We're in school, little swan. Keep it down." He moves his hand, waiting for my answer.

I close my eyes, nodding as Maddox flexes his hips. "I'll try." I let out a silent moan the more Maddox moved; the butterflies danced in my skin, bringing me closer and closer to exploding. I turn my head, getting a view of Atticus. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, taking us in with caution. He hasn't taken his eyes off me once, and when I feel my orgasm coming, I still watch him. I watch the side of his jaw tick because it's Maddox making me come and not him.

"Jesus, Jinx. Does watching another man make you come that hard?" Maddox traces his fingertip along my jaw, bringing my attention back to him.

A smile ran along my lips. "I like payback."

"Naughty girl. I like it." Maddox chuckles.

I slowly rock my hips, using his pelvic bone to rub my clit. My head spins from the sensation, and I dig my nails into his chest as I get closer, and he groans from the pain. Something cold and wet hits my ass crack, then Ashton presses gentle kisses along my back.

"Shh, little swan. Enjoy it." He smacks me with something hard before running it between my ass cheeks. "Breathe out and relax for me. I'll take it slow."

Maddox wraps his arms around me, bringing me closer to his chest and placing a kiss on my neck. "Did you want to watch?"

I turn my head and see Ashton holding an artist's paintbrush with a thick, tapered handle, and he's applying lube to it. I was not expecting this, but we're talking about Ashton. He's obsessed with object insertion.

He gave me a trusted gaze, inhaling courage—I gave him a slight nod.

Maddox rubs my back as Ashton moves the paintbrush to my asshole. He slowly pushes the handle in, and I hold my breath.

"Breath, baby," Maddox whispers. "We won't hurt you. Tell us if it's too much, and we'll stop."

Ashton pushes the handle in and out, fire and euphoria charged throughout my veins. I've never felt so many sensations going on at the same time. Maddox moves his hips at a slow pace, and I lose my breath.

"You're doing so well, Jinx," Ashton reassures me.

Yeah, I can feel it. I'm not sure who to focus on because the motion from either of them is too much. I jolt forward, soaking Maddox as my orgasm washes over me. I drop my face into his neck, moaning when Ashton keeps pumping the paintbrush, working another orgasm from me. He drops the paintbrush next to Maddox and me and steps back with a dazed look. It's like he's content with himself, and that's all he needs.

"I'm not done yet, baby." Maddox slides me back onto his dick, and we both groan when he thrusts deep.

I've lost count of how many times I've come so far, and I'm not sure it's possible to have any more. My body is emotionally spent.

"Just one more, and then you're done. Finish with me." He holds me closer to his chest and pounds into me fast. Slamming my eyes closed, I bite his neck as I come. "Jinx, fuck." His fingers grip my waist tightly as he slams once more into me.

I lie still on top of him, and my chest tightens with each breath I try to take. Maddox rolls me on my back, and I hear a rustling in the background. I try to sit up, only to end up coughing.

"Don't. Atticus is trying to find your inhaler."

Tears pool in the corner of my eyes the more I struggle to breathe. I glimpse at Maddox, and his face is rumpled with something haunting. The more I try to draw air into my lungs, the more my chest aches.

"Here, exhale and open." Atticus shoves my inhaler in my face. Inhaling that dry powder always relaxes my mind, but I'm exhausted.

"Come on, baby, I'll get you dressed, and we'll get you back to your room."

I give him a sleepy gaze. "I can get there by myself."

"Don't be stupid, Jinx. You still have a stalker out there, and you can hardly hold your head up," Atticus barked back.

"Don't be so stubborn, Jinx." Aston holds my bra out for me. I grab it and my dress.

So much for getting a smidge of independence, it was nice while it lasted, but now my babysitters won't let me see an inch of freedom again. I should've told Dad about Unknown this morning when he walked me to class. As much as I would hate telling him, maybe he could've offered help. I can't keep living like this.

I jump when warm fingers stroke my cheek, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Atticus asks, taking a seat next to me.

I pull my knees to my chest and wrap my dress over them. I watch Maddox and Ashton clean the room before turning to Atticus.

"I think I might tell Dad about the stalker."

"What do you think he'll do?"

I shrug. How am I supposed to know? It could go two ways: him dragging me out of this school or bringing in security.

"I guess we'll see when we visit tomorrow for supper. Figured it would be best to do it while we aren't at school."

He quirked a pale brow at me. "You better make sure Mother isn't around when you tell him."

Fuckin' Serena. She's been pissed with me ever since I told her she doesn't get anything from Dad and that the school belongs to him. I haven't been back to the house since.

Now, I have no choice but to show up.