Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Bronwyn

D olly is still napping, and I haven’t had the heart to wake her up. I want to crawl into bed with her, but I don’t know if she’d be comfortable with that.

“You’re watching her sleep again, little stalker,” Jack murmurs in my ear. The only reason I’m not jumping fifteen feet in the air and screaming is because he was careful to make sure I could hear him. He’s a damn ninja otherwise.

“It’s hard not to,” I admit. “She looks so tired.”

“Months and years of being on edge will do that,” he murmurs, rubbing against my face like a cat.

Jack is being very affectionate today. A part of me thinks he’s been feeling some underlying guilt about being with me. As if he “stole” me away, but you can’t take someone who's been in limbo waiting.

“I know,” I murmur. “I’m not going to stop being a creeper, so I’m hoping the ‘stalker’ nickname doesn’t stick.”

“I have a feeling it may,” he says wickedly, sliding his hand up my bare leg. I hate clothes, and I never got dressed. His finger rubs against my panty-covered slit, making me press my lips tighter to hold back any noises. “Such a good little stalker. You’re already fucking drenched just watching her.”

I am, I can’t help it. Dahlia makes me aroused, sad, angry, and murderous. The cycle of emotions is enough to make me dizzy, and I could tell Jack is feeling the same way. Her story made me wish I could kidnap her past self, and find her sooner, anything to protect her from what happened to her.

While she said she told us everything, I know that can’t possibly be true. The highlight reel? Yes, I think that’s more in line with what she gave us in an effort to ensure Jack didn’t have an aneurysm. As hard as it was for us to hear, she lived it all.

“Go snuggle with her,” he encourages. “I have a feeling she hasn’t been held very much. Dahlia can tell you if she doesn’t want it, but holding back could do the opposite of what you’re trying to do. Think about how many people may have hugged her in the last four years.”

As Jack pushes me into the room, I realize he’s right. I can’t imagine not receiving any kind of affection for years. His words help change my view of what I’ve been doing. I’ve been trying not to push too hard, but instead I may be coming off as withdrawn.

Yeah, no. Fuck that noise, I want my cuddles.

Jack watches as I crawl into bed with Dahlia, snuggling against her back. She stiffens for a moment before breathing deeply, turning into my arms to bury her face in my neck. She used to say that I smelled like her favorite dessert before blushing.

I know she used to love my lemon pastries and sweets, which makes me think that’s what she meant.

My body wash and hair products have lemon and jasmine in them, and I’ve been using the same products since before I can remember. I have sensitive skin, and it keeps me from breaking out.

I’ve never been bougie about my clothes or anything, despite Gareth’s money.

Wrapping my arms around Dahlia, I sigh as I smell her lavender scent. I don’t know where it comes from or why she smells like this, but it’s incredibly calming. While my eyes droop, I don’t fall asleep once Jack leaves the doorway to let us be.

“Bronwyn,” Dahlia mumbles with her lips against my collarbone. Her breath tickles a little, and my mouth twitches.

“I’m here,” I murmur, my hands ghosting down her back. I wish I could feel her skin against mine, kiss her, but I don’t know if I deserve her. She said she’d stay. That has to be enough until she initiates something, and then all bets are off.

“I thought I was hallucinating,” she sighs. “You feel so good.”

Dahlia’s hands roam down my body until she realizes that I’m still only wearing panties and my shirt, and bites her lip.

“Do you want me to get dressed?” I ask, leaning away a little to see her face better. “I’m not expecting anything, and I know we have a lot to work through. I just wanted to hold you while you slept.”

“Yes, please don’t sleep on the floor anymore,” she teases me, grinning as I flush with embarrassment.

“Jack was there too,” I mumble before she hesitantly kisses the edge of my mouth.

“I know,” she murmurs. Dahlia presses underneath my thigh, so I move it around her waist before she turns me on my back. With our slight height differences, her pelvic bone presses perfectly against my clit.

Dahlia doesn’t move as my breaths come faster, and her eyes hood as she watches me. My pressure points and pleasure levels haven’t changed much while she’s been away. My body recognizes her, making me whimper.

“Dahlia, I’m trying so hard not to push, but fuck that feels so good,” I gasp as she rocks slowly against me.

“Push,” she grunts, her lips slanting over mine. Her kisses are insistent, rougher, and a bit desperate. “I don’t know what I’m doing, but… I‘ve been alone for so long, I need you to push me.”

Green light given, I tangle my fingers in her wild brown curls, pulling in for another kiss. Writhing, I search for more friction as my tongue delves between her lips to taste her. Moaning, I slide my hands under her shirt, dragging my palms up her sides until I can squeeze her breasts.

“Can I see you? Please,” I ask, my voice husky with desire.

Dahlia hesitates for a moment before yanking her top up and over her head, tossing it to the side. I feel lightheaded as I take her in. Her nipples are tight with need and dark and pebbled, slightly bouncing as she breathes in sharply.

“God, you’re even more beautiful than I remember,” I moan. She was rarely undressed around me while we were together, and I now understand better as to why that was. Gareth must have been terrorizing her for a while.

Pushing the thought away because I don’t want to think about him, I say, “Can I make you feel good?”

“I don’t know…”

“What don’t you know, beautiful?” Jack asks, leaning against the wall, his eyes stormy and hooded. “I’m staying right here, by the way. I don’t think you’re ready for me. I just want your words.”

He’s wearing a pair of jeans and no shirt, his toes sinking into the soft carpet. He must have changed out of his sweatpants from earlier today.

“I don’t know how to feel good,” Dahlia confesses.

She would never let me touch her for long enough to have an orgasm, and now I feel selfish for not paying more attention.

“Lay back,” I murmur, using my leg around her to help me turn over. “I need to suck on your breasts. Fuck, please don’t hide these from me again.”

Straddling her body, I chew my lip, my hands ghosting up her soft skin. “I need to know if you don’t like something, Dahlia. You need to tell me, baby. Can you do that?”

“Give Bee a safeword?” Jack suggests, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can use green or yellow for things that feel good or you need her to slow down on, but if you use your safeword, everything ends, okay?”

“I read about those,” she says softly. I can’t imagine the courage it must have taken for her to fill out the paperwork for the auction. Some of the men at the event looked dangerous, though Jack mentioned to me that others are people he’s worked with in the past.

She could have ended up with fucking anyone.

“What’s your safeword?” I ask gently, smiling down at her as I slowly pull my shirt off.

Dahlia sighs softly as she looks at me, leaning up to drag her tongue over my nipple. She’s always been so much more comfortable giving me pleasure. I just want to give her the same.

I whimper as her teeth tug at my nipple, shuddering as I get even wetter.

“Lemons,” she says with a smirk, making me grin down at her as she lays back.

“I guess that works,” Jack murmurs, though unsure why she chose it.

Leaning down, I kiss her lips, my fingers testing her pain tolerance and how she enjoys it. I squeeze, pull her nipples, and pinch them, swallowing her noises down.

“Color,” I whisper against her lips before moving down to capture her nipple between my lips and sucking hard.

“Green, uhh, yes. More,” she whines, her fingers pulling at my hair as she writhes.

“So good,” I groan. “God, I’m going to have so much fun with you. Tell me, are you wet for me? If I were to slide my hand down your pajama bottoms, would you soak my hand?”

“Yes,” she gasps as I kiss and suck along her chest, moving slowly along her body.

I can hear Jack swallow hard as he watches us. This is the first time he’s seeing how stunning Dahlia is, and in many ways, it’s mine too. There will be no more hiding her body from me.

My hands tug gingerly on the waistband, and she lifts her ass so I can pull them off. Tossing them away, I nervously push her thighs open with trembling fingertips.

“Holy fuck,” Jack whispers as I gaze down at her.

Dahlia is completely hairless, her pussy on full display, and so wet there was a small damp spot on her pants. I don’t mention it to her, but I’m feeling pretty smug as I pin her thighs to the bed to keep them open.

“Is all that for me?” I ask her, dragging my tongue from her ass to clit. I watch her face as I do it, but she just moans, her hips jutting up for more. “Or maybe a little is for Jack too?”

Jack grunts as I smile, my tongue moving to lap up all the delicious arousal she’s leaking for me. Dahlia’s never let me eat her pretty pussy before, so I plan to take my time.

“Answer me, or I’ll tease you while I eat my fill, baby. I’m the biggest fucking brat,” I murmur, sucking hard on her clit, enjoying her half scream of pleasure.

“I want to know,” Jack growls, his head resting back on the wall as he watches us. His jeans are unbuttoned, but that’s as far as he’s undressed. “Give me your words, Dahlia.”

She shivers as she looks over at him. I’ve noticed that the way he says her name causes a visceral reaction. He used to only call her Dahlia when she was in trouble or he needed her attention, and it looks as if old habits are starting again.

“Maybe a small, itty, bitty bit is for you,” she rasps, making me laugh against her as I rub her clit in hard circles with my thumb.

“I have two brats,” Jack grumbles. “My dick is being strangled in my jeans. I don’t know why I thought they would be a good idea to put on. I didn’t think I’d be listening to your sweet noises, baby girl.”

Running my fingers through her arousal, I rock them over her slit, slowly pushing a finger inside her wet cunt. God, she’s sucking me in, the wetness more than enough lubricant for my finger.

“More?” I whisper, watching her face.

“Green. It feels so good,” she moans. “I haven’t even done this to myself.”

“Fuck,” Jack rasps, the word an explosion of air as he curses.

Stretching her pussy with two of my fingers, I attack her clit. Dahlia keens as she gets closer, her wails getting even more desperate as her pussy clamps down on my fingers.

“Bee, talk to me,” Jack begs, his hands fisted at his sides.

“She tastes like heaven and strawberries,” I say, breathing hard, continuing to rub her clit as I talk to him. “Her pussy is so damn tight, and she’s so close.”

Curling my fingers inside of her, I watch as Dahlia fists the sheets as her head thrashes on the pillow.

“Jack, she’s so responsive,” I rasp. “I think she’s going to explode all over my face. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes, oh fuck, I can’t get there,” she whines. Dahlia doesn’t understand that I’m not ready to let her come. I’ll hold her on the edge until she’ll be so desperate for it, she’ll beg for it.

I can hold her on the edge for a while now that I’m seeing how she responds to things. I think pain may send her over, but I’ll need to see. Jack’s steps are heavy as he walks over to Dahlia, as if her moans and cries are too much for him to sit out on. It’s viscerally painful for him to watch at this point.

“Yes you can,” he rumbles, pushing the sweaty hair that’s sticking to her forehead away. “What do you need?”

“I don’t know,” she wails as I push a third finger into her slick channel. “God, I feel so full, but I need more.”

“So greedy,” Jack murmurs, kissing her lips hard. He swallows down her desperate noises, his large hand squeezing and torturing her breast. Her pussy gushes around my fingers, and I have a feeling Jack is going to help me send her over into her release.

Smirking to myself, because there will be other times I hope where I’ll get to deny her orgasms, I suck on her clit adding a little teeth, forcing her to ride the edge between pain and pleasure.

Jack groans as he listens to her sounds, palming his cock through his jeans as he sucks on her breasts. Dahlia’s fingers sink into his hair, pulling slightly as she’s overwhelmed with sensation.

“Are you going to come for us, Dolly? I want to kiss your cum off Bee’s mouth,” he rasps, his lips now against the shell of her ear. “She promises that you taste like strawberries and cream, and I really want to find out.”

Smirking at his ad libbing of my words, I pinch Dahlia’s clit as I rock my fingers inside of her cunt roughly. She squirts all over my face as she screams, coming hard. Gasping, she twitches and moans, as I make her ride out her orgasm on my fingers, before pulling them out of her, to suck them clean.

“God damn, beautiful,” Jack praises her as he cups Dahlia’s face and kisses her temple. “How do you feel?”

Recognizing that he’s checking in with her while I’ve been getting drunk on her cum, I wince as I crawl up to lay beside her.

“Amazing, sleepy, floaty,” Dahlia gasps, her skin flushed a gorgeous pink.

“Good,” I murmur. “You know there are rules for when you come as hard as you did.”

Kissing her shoulder, I smile at her glazed stare. Jack scoops her into his arms, ignoring her gasp when he lays on the bed with her.

“I want a cuddle, and I’m in charge of aftercare. Yes, I made that a rule just now,” Jack says with a smirk as I grab a blanket to wrap around her. “Share, Bee.”

Knowing he wants me to kiss him, I huff out a chuckle as I give him what he craves. He groans as he tastes Dahlia’s release on my lips and tongue.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs as I lean against the pillows.

Dahlia relaxes a little now that she’s covered, and a little wrinkle appears between his brows.

“Do you not want to be naked around me?” he asks gently, getting comfortable on the pillows.

Dahlia lays her head on his chest with a sigh. “I don’t really like being naked around anyone,” she says. “Which is funny because I’ve been stripping for a living for a while.”

“It’s different,” I say immediately, picking up my shirt and pulling it over my head. “You weren’t intimate with any of those people. It was transactional at best.”

“Yeah it was,” she murmurs. “I think that’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to participate in the extras that people did, but when that man came by and told me about the auction…”

“That was fate and different,” I repeat again. “The auction was going to be a one time thing, but if you opened the door on the extras at the club, it’s possible you’d have to do it more than once.”

“Yes!” she exclaims, nodding. “I didn’t want that for myself. Everyone is different, but with my history, the auction alone was a stretch for me.”

“It’s a lot of money, and you’re not safe in Belmont,” Jack says matter of factly. “I wanted to make sure I’m not the issue. You’ve only really been with Bee and?—”

“I’ve never been comfortable with being naked,” Dahlia explains, turning in his arms and straddling him without thinking.

I think Jack just swallowed his tongue. She does it so naturally, I can tell she’s very comfortable with him in most aspects. While the blanket is around her back, her breasts are pressed against Jack’s bare chest.

Our girl, yes I’m claiming her, is so passionate about what she’s talking about, she hasn’t noticed yet.

Putting her hands on his shoulders as she traces the ink there, she shrugs. “In high school, I hid the second I started getting breasts,” she explains. “I bound them, I showered Bee with attention and mind blowing orgasms so she wouldn’t notice it.”

“Minx,” I tease her, keeping it light. I don’t want her to shut down, and luckily Jack catches on to what I’m doing.

His hands wrap around her blanket covered ass and waist as he listens, not moving her otherwise. “Good, because I want to hold you as you come down from the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had,” he says softly.

“Oh, Jack,” Dahlia says with a smirk, “try my only orgasm.”

“Fuck me,” Jack grunts, eyes wide as he really begins to understand how inexperienced Dahlia actually is. Shifting her weight, her eyes widen as she remembers that her naked pussy is sitting on Jack’s very hard cock.

His lips curve in a wicked grin as he watches her squirm. “Think you can make us both come, baby girl? Show me how you dance, just grind down on my cock a little more. I’m closer than I’m willing to admit.”

Dahlia bites her lip, slowly dropping the blanket off her shoulders. It’s a very conscious move, and Jack’s lips part in surprise and arousal.

“You’re like a work of art,” he whispers, and I have to agree. “On second thought, I don’t think Bee’s come either.”

“I don’t need to,” I say quickly, shaking my head. “I’m enjoying watching you two.”

“I think I can make you both come,” Dahlia murmurs. “But first… you’ve been so patient, Jack.”

Grinding slowly on his hard cock, she kisses him seductively, swallowing his loud groan, as his hands flex on her now naked hips. “Are you calling me a good boy?” he growls.

“If the condom fits,” she teases him. Dahlia has had a lot to process, using humor makes sense for her, and I’m okay with it. It certainly beats rocking in a corner.

“Dolly,” he grunts, nipping her lips. “When my cock finally slides into that pretty, pink virgin pussy, I want to be fucking bare, is that understood?”

“Ye…yes, Sir,” she whispers, making me shudder as my pussy clenches around nothing. Fuck me, why was that so damn hot?

“Attagirl,” he growls. Fuck, I may just turn into a puddle at this point. “Bee, show us how wet you are, baby.”

“It’s embarrassing at this point,” I admit. At his stern look, I roll my eyes, pulling my panties off and spreading my thighs wide for them. Dahlia whines softly as she rocks over Jack’s jean-covered cock, shuddering as she unconsciously finds the friction she needs.

“You’re making Dolly needy,” Jack grunts. “Fuck me. Baby, turn around and spread your legs wide for Bee. She’s going to grind on you. Watching you two has my cock dripping with pre-cum.”

“Don’t offer things I can’t taste,” Dahlia says unthinkingly and Jack practically groans.

“Give it a little time,” he says. “We’re not jumping into anything too quickly, love. Turn that pretty ass around.”

Dahlia twists around until her ass is sitting on Jack’s cock, and I pull off my shirt again to straddle them both. It takes a little maneuvering, but I have my left leg slightly over her right, and my right leg is on the mattress so that my pussy is rubbing against hers.

Laying against Jack’s chest, her lips are parted with desire, hands already cupping my face and pulling me in to kiss her.

As I rock my clit over hers, one of Jack’s hands reach out for her hip, while the other holds my waist. While he’s helping Dahlia find her rhythm against his cock, his hand is squeezing my waist in encouragement.

Jack’s lips kiss down Dahlia’s neck, whispering in her ear, but loudly enough that I can hear.

“Work your clit against Bee’s, baby,” he growls. “God, your ass feels so good against my cock. Fuck, I’m going to come in my pants like a twelve-year-old boy, and it’s all because of you two beautiful sirens.”

My breaths come faster as I find the perfect placement and rhythm to grind myself on Dahlia, listening to her gasps and moans. We’ve found a lot of ways to make each other feel good before, but even I didn’t completely wrap my mind around the fact that she’d never orgasmed before.

Maybe she got close, but her focus was always on me.

“Jack is right,” I moan. “You look so pretty and flushed between us, baby.”

Dahlia’s eyes roll as Jack’s hand on her hip drifts up her side to squeeze her breast. He’s already learned how sensitive she is, and that she needs a bit of pain with her orgasms.

“Rock those hips for me,” Jack pants, his head dropping back in pleasure. “Fuck yes. Please come with me. My balls are tingling, girls.”

Dahlia wraps her arm around my waist, pulling me harder against her, and I collapse on top of her as I come. I was trying to hold out, but I’m completely lost to her as I shudder.

Whimpering as she shudders, I can feel her release against my thigh as she comes. Jack grunts as he quietly orgasms, his hands squeezing me hard as his hips thrust upward twice, chasing the high.

Gasping as I struggle to catch my breath, I let Jack help Dahlia and move until we’re both lying on his chest. Having a load of cum in his boxers can’t be comfortable, but he doesn’t say a word, as he plays with our hair and whispers sweet words to us.

I can’t help but feel as if this is the way it always should have been. Dahlia’s eyes get heavy, and Jack smirks as she drifts off.

“This is going to be messy to clean up later, but it was totally worth it,” Jack mumbles as he rubs my back.

“I’m really impressed with your restraint,” I murmur. Jack is patient, though he has his moments, like at the auction, where he’ll push to get his way.

“This is the girl who got away from both of us,” he says. “I’m not going to lie and say I’m not struggling to take my time, because I am, but I don’t want to scare her. I’m also not going to pretend that I know everything. I don’t need to, not all at once. She can lead, and I’ll follow wherever. I got a taste of her, so I want it all now.”

“I’ve been addicted to Dahlia since the first day I met her,” I murmur. “I always thought you were going to steal her away from me. At fifteen, it was silly since you’re older than us, but I?—”

“Baby, I could tell,” he says with a small chuckle. “You were a spitfire even back then. I just wanted to protect her because her mom was kind of a negligent dick. I’m sure she still is and hasn’t even thought about her daughter. Some people shouldn’t have children.”

Thinking about my own father, I nod my head in agreement.

“I want to kidnap her and keep her,” I say truthfully. “Every time she’s out of my sight, it feels like I can’t breathe, and I know that’s something I need to work through. I don’t think I could handle losing her again.”

“Me neither,” he grunts, digging his fingers into my scalp. It feels amazing, and makes me moan softly. “We’ll take each thing as we go. I’m a selfish bastard and want both of you. I refuse to choose, and I hope you feel the same way.”

Snuggling closer to both of them, I smirk. “You managed to slide through all of my defenses, Jack,” I say. “There’s no way I’m going to be able to dig you out now. If you’re not careful, I’m going to fall in love with you.”

“Well, baby, catch up. I think I’m already there,” he murmurs, surprising me.

We quietly lay together until Dahlia wakes up again, so we can clean up, just processing everything that’s happened. Holy fuck, did Jack just tell me he loved me?