CHAPTER FIVE

LUCY

I shouldn't find it so adorable when Mav gets possessive like that, but I can't help it. It's a reminder that he does feel strongly for me, and even though we're a unit, a fivesome of fucked up souls, I know that he feels something more for me, just like I do for him.

Being left with Sebastian is no hardship, because he's delicious, and so good at making me scream, but the moment has passed, so we both just sit on the bed quietly, still naked, but no longer in the mood.

"It's okay, we don't have to do it," I say quietly to him, noticing that he looks frustrated, and not just sexually.

"I mean, I didn't get off either, but he just notices you," Sebastian says just as quietly, rolling his eyes at himself. "That sounds like I'm jealous, but that's not what I mean. I'm really just still pissed that he touched me, and nearly killed my boner."

I start giggling like I know he wants me to, but I feel bad that Mav ruined things for him like that.

"Do you want me to go down on you, Sebastian? I know it's hard to get it all in, but I like the challenge."

He laughs, stroking my hair back from my face. "I think I should go down on you, after all, those were my orders, right?"

"Or we can just hug, and talk? Did it trigger you when he touched you? I know you can tolerate Gage's touch because you're in love, but I also know Mav wouldn't want to hurt you like that. He just gets pissy when he doesn't get his way."

"Pissy? I like that, but he's right, I did drag you away from him. I was just caught up in the moment, and you weren't getting off like the others. I guess we still have some work to do with getting this stuff right. Five people in a dynamic like this is a math puzzle, right?"

"You didn't answer my question, Sebastian." Is he going to keep dodging me, or should I stop pushing him for a response?

"No, he didn't trigger me, Lucy, he just pissed me off. I'm not sure this between all of us can work long term, if he keeps getting possessive like that, but I won't stop trying to keep you all." Wow, things are getting serious, and awkward, and almost in sync, we both start getting dressed again, the moment definitely gone for now.

When we step out of the bedroom together, the first thing I notice is Mav sitting back in his seat, staring morosely out of the window, and secondly, alerted by pleasured whimpering, I notice Gage is screwing Stella in one of the other seats. I nudge Sebastian in their direction, because I'm sure they'd both love it if he joins in, but then I take the seat beside Mav.

"At least it's a clear day, or you'd see bugger all out there," I start, reaching out to take his hand and squeeze it. I can tell he's beating himself up over things, but it doesn't have to be a big deal if we just all move on, right?

"I guess I should enjoy it before we hit England, and all we see is grey skies and rain, huh?"

Everyone assumes it rains ninety-nine percent of the time in England, and sometimes they're right, but I like to argue, because it's my right as a Brit. Also we Brits love talking about the weather, I'm afraid.

"Charming. Just you wait and see. You're going to be proved so wrong, and the shame will be too much to bear."

A few hours later, I was the one feeling the shame, because it was pissing down in London. Welcome home to England, Lucy, did I really forget how wet it is here?

MAV

None of us have been to the UK before, with the exception of Lucy, and she probably won't be an amazing guide since she's completely in her head about her parents. None of us guys are particularly excited about this trip, but it's about Lucy. It's for her. Not for us. However, Stella, now that she's off the damn plane, is like a bottle of excitement that cannot be contained. It's equally adorable and annoying.

"I want to fuck with the guard guys," she blurts out excitedly, as we drive to the house we rented for our stay. There are five of us and we could make a hotel room work, but this will certainly be more comfortable.

"The Royal Guard," Lucy giggles at Stella.

"And I want to see the Eiffel Tower!"

Lucy turns and shakes her head at her best friend. "Babe, do you realize not everything in Europe is close by? Paris is nearly seven hours away."

Gage grumbles, "French people are assholes. I'm not going there."

Stella throws her brochure she got from the airport at Gage, who sits on the other side of the car. "That's not true. There is not a single country filled with nothing other than assholes."

I lean back in my seat and throw my arm around Lucy's shoulders, and Sebastian, who sits on my other side, elbows me. "If Stella wants to see Paris, I think we should make it happen."

I'm not surprised, because he will do anything for either of these women, but his bond with Stella is intense. However, if Gage is truly against something, it can be difficult to change his mind. Virtually impossible, really. While he has a soft spot for Sebastian and both women, he's still a difficult personality. An asshole.

Stella whines, "Please, Gage. Please."

He chuckles sardonically as he shakes his head. "If you fuck Lucy, then we'll go to Paris."

Lucy makes an unpleasant face, like she just sucked on a lemon. "Bell-end."

This is a topic that has been brought up numerous times over the last year ‘cause we're men. What's one thing nearly every man wants? To watch women fuck. We've done nearly everything there is to do, more than once. Both Stella and Lucy have gotten very comfortable with being naked around each other. Gage and I really expected something might naturally happen between them without any prodding, however, it hasn't, and at this point, probably never will.

Our driver pulls up to the five-bedroom house Gage rented. Of course, we won't use five bedrooms, we only need one, but it's spacious and has an indoor pool, which he knew the girls would love. When I said all it does is rain in England, Lucy corrected me and told me I didn't know what I was talking about. However, in the short time we've been here, all it has done is piss down rain.

We step out onto the cobblestone street, and Stella even squeals about that. "Oh, I love this!"

Gage grumbles once again at her, "I will tell you right fucking now, we are not moving to the UK. So, if that's where you're going, you can just stop right now."

She turns to him, her arms crossed over her chest, rain pouring down on us all, and glares at him. "Maybe I'll move here by myself and leave you all."

I know for a fact she doesn't mean it, but this is a bit of a trigger for Gage because this is his worst fear. He can handle a lot, but one of us leaving is the most terrifying thing that could happen.

He hands Sebastian the keys. "Let us in. I need some time alone with Stella."

Should she be as afraid as she appears to be? Yeah, probably.

GAGE

Grabbing Stella by the arm, I pull her into the house, down the long hallway and into the bedroom, while everybody else takes a look at the place. I shut the door behind me and lock it, because this is between the two of us.

"Get undressed, Stella."

Her eyes widen and she shakes her head. "No."

Pulling my knife from my back pocket, I hold it up, gazing at her as I run my tongue over my lip ring. Fuck, I love watching her tremble.

"Take your fucking clothes off, or I'll do it for you."

"Gage, please," she whimpers, but if she thinks that sweet little sound coming from her throat will make me stop, she's wrong. All it does is make me want to elicit a thousand more just like it.

She begins getting undressed with shaky fingers as she whines, "Why are you doing this?"

I can't help but smile at her expression; anger mixed with fear. "Two reasons, baby. One, because I fucking can. And two, because you clearly need a reminder of who you belong to."

Stella drops her shirt and bra to the floor, exposing those pert tits. "I thought I belonged to all three of you, so why aren't they in here?"

I point to her skirt, letting her know I'm getting impatient. "Normally that's correct, but right now, sweet Stella? Right now, you're mine. All fucking mine."

"Psycho."

Pointing two fingers to the ground, I say, "Kneel."

She does, but she is so pissed right now, it's there in that fierce glare that says if she had the ability, she'd burn me to ashes. "Do you know what my favorite thing is about you, baby?"

I don't get a response, so I continue as I get undressed, "I never know if I'll get sweet Stella or the sassy version."

"I hate you," she murmurs under her breath, causing me to chuckle loudly. "No you don't, baby."

Tapping her jaw, I order, "Open."

She tightens her lips, letting me know she has no intention of cooperating. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Stella sits kneeling for me, her eyes glowing with that pissed off look, her glorious naked body on display for me, and defiant as fuck, exactly how I like her.

I reach down and plug her nose, and she still doesn't open her damn mouth, but she will once she decides she'd like to breathe again.

Stella opens her mouth, and I grab her hair, holding her still, I push into her throat in one go as I let go of her nose. "Good girl."

STELLA

Holding onto my hair, he pulls out of my mouth, and yanks me to my feet, causing me to yell, "That hurts, asshole."

He smirks at me. "Oh, does it?"

Pulling me over to the bed, he pushes me down, spreads my legs and slams into me. "Do you know what hurts worse than having your hair pulled, baby?"

Gage leans over me as he begins to move, that piercing hitting the spot I don't want it to. There is no part of me that wants to enjoy this.

"You thinking you can leave me. That fucking hurts more than you can imagine."

It's just words, Stella. He doesn't mean it. He's pissed off enough so I probably shouldn't say a word, but I can't stop myself.

"That's a lie, Gage. All you care about is Sebastian. The only reason you'd care is you're afraid you'd lose him."

Leaning down, he bites my lip with a growl, drawing blood before he licks it away. "Oh baby, you can't possibly believe that. Would I be here in this room, buried deep in your wet pussy if that were the case? Or would I be convincing him to stay? You're mine, Stella. As much as Lucy and Sebastian are. You won't be going anywhere, unless it's with us."

I lie still, trying my best to not react to how he makes my body feel. "I'm not afraid of you, Gage. If I want to go, I will."

He chuckles obnoxiously before wrapping his hand around my throat. "Try, baby. Just try to leave. Fuck around and find out, Stella. I'll chain you to the goddamn bed. You. Are. Mine. Don't fucking forget it."

A whimper leaves my throat, as he snaps his hips forward, causing his piercing to hit my G-spot repeatedly. "I'll never let you leave. This might have started with my obsession with Sebastian, but you have to know it's more than that now."

He presses his lips to mine and I'm drowning in what he does to me. People always talk about the first time like it's magical, but ours wasn't. Somehow, over time, he's learned every part of my body, like a musician knows their instrument. As soon as he feels my pussy pulse around him, he groans, joining me in a mind-boggling orgasm.

Pulling out of me, he grins sadistically. "Do we understand each other then?"

I roll my eyes, because he's beyond ridiculous. "Yeah, psycho. I was never leaving anyway. I don't want to, but sometimes you piss me off and I need to fight back."

He pinches my nipple hard. "Good. Your fight is my favorite thing about you. Now get dressed, pretty little slut."