Chapter 5

5

Jacob

I’m grateful as hell that Bridger is being his usual demanding self, shouting into his phone and trying to find out what the fuck went wrong with the test. He’s asking for all of the surveillance footage from the testing department to be sent over immediately, starting with this morning and going back a full week. The instructor swears no one had access to the secure lockers where we keep new products, but neither one of us is going to stop until someone is punished for putting Zoe in danger. She could have been fucking killed. And one look at my brother’s usually stoic face tells me he doesn’t think it was merely the product that failed.

Yeah, I’m thankful he’s the one getting the ball rolling on the investigation, because I can’t do anything but try to kiss the mouth off my stepsister.

We’re in the back of the limousine and her sweet pussy is pressing down in my lap through the thin nylon of her yoga pants, our lips racing over each other frantically. One look at the tears in her eyes and I was a broken shell of a man. Useless to do anything but wrap her thighs around my hips and make out with her. Try to erase the fear from her eyes.

I’m trying to eradicate my own fear, too.

I spent my youth roaring down the highway on a motorcycle, drinking too much and getting in fights that almost killed me. But I’ve never been as scared as I was while Zoe was dangling over the canyon. I love this girl. I’ve loved her since I laid eyes on her. When she looks at me, she’s seeing everything. My weaknesses, my strengths. She knows I’m a little fucked up but it doesn’t seem to detract from her need of me.

Bridger hangs up the phone and we break the kiss, breathing hard against one another’s mouths. Waiting. Always attuned to the actions of the oldest Onasis.

“Get her pants off,” my brother says quietly, tapping his phone against his knee. “Now.”

Anticipation rockets through me. To be back inside Zoe’s incredible pussy. To have Bridger there to guide us, narrate this twisted union and somehow make it all right. Two people can make a mistake. But having three people present somehow justifies everything going on here. The confusing undercurrents between me and Bridger that have always existed. The fact that we’ve essentially kidnapped our stepsister to make her our mutual fuck toy. She might have consented and enjoyed herself—enthusiastically, I might add—but we pushed the issue. Seduced her into a yes.

On paper, this is all kinds of wrong.

But it feels right when Bridger helps me tug down Zoe’s yoga pants.

Feels even better when he peels the sports bra off her head, allowing her tits to bounce free right in front of my face. So young and succulent, I have to lick my lips. “You did a bad thing, angel,” Bridger says quietly. Too quietly. So Zoe isn’t expecting it when he wraps her ponytail in a fist and draws her head back. “You scared me,” he growls against her ear as she labors to breathe. “You scared my brother.”

“I’m sorry.” Her naked body strains in my lap, her wet sex wiggling all over my distended fly. “It…everything l-looked perfect. There must have been tamper—”

“I’ll worry about that,” Bridger interrupts. “If…someone tried to hurt you, they’ll be dealt with. You are ours now and no one touches.”

“Nobody,” I rasp, lifting her with my hips. Letting her feel my hard cock.

Zoe sucks in a breath, need banked in her beautiful eyes.

“Worst part of all, Zoe…you were scared.” Bridger’s jaw pops, winding her ponytail around his knuckles. “Amazing. Resourceful. But scared. Some of it is still lingering in your eyes and we need to get rid of it, don’t we?”

“Yes,” she whispers, turning her head as if to receive a kiss from Bridger. I hold my breath, watching with a mixture of jealousy and hunger as he lets their open mouths lock, their tongues flicker together, before he pulls away. “I’ll take my turn when we get back to the office. Right now, my brother needs to be ridden hard. Make him forget he almost lost you.” He cups her left tit in his palm, kneading it, and my dick jerks painfully, seeing my brother’s hand on her exquisite flesh. “Unfasten your stepbrother’s pants, Zoe. Take out his big cock.”

A hoarse sound saws in my throat and I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to examine why I enjoy him saying those things in that tone. That growl. Objectifying me.

Zoe does what she’s told, her fingers fumbling in their haste to free my wood.

I hiss a breath when the throbbing column snakes out, standing straight up between us.

Bridger is still playing with Zoe’s tits, but he trails his fingers down her belly now, teasing her clit for a few strokes, then abruptly sinks two fingers into her pussy, making her gasp. I think I might gasp, too, wildly turned on by the stark size difference between her tiny pussy and my brother’s thick, blunt fingers. “You get this wet from kissing Jacob?”

“Yes.”

My brother’s eyes ghost over me. “Is he…a good kisser?”

“Yes. Very.”

Bridger hums, pushes his fingers deeper, jiggling them. “Ready to fuck, aren’t you, Zoe?”

She pants in response, nodding her head vigorously. A tremble takes her thighs.

“Climb on, then,” I rasp, leaning back in the seat. “Need you so bad, angel.”

There are no words for the sensation of her incredible tightness sheathing me slowly. As if this girl wasn’t magical enough, she actually manages to sink down, fitting me inch by inch. All of me. And here I would have been satisfied to get a third of my cock inside of her. Hell, just looking at her is better than the sex I’ve had.

Just like last night, the way she squeezes and ripples around my shaft causes the seed to boil to the surface in my balls. “I’m going to erupt,” I groan, holding her still with a tight grip on her ass. “Swear to God. I don’t know how she does it. She fucks me without even moving.”

“Hold back,” Bridger says, positioning himself directly behind Zoe.

What is he doing?

My breathing turns harsh when he locks his lap to Zoe’s ass and he thrusts her forward with his own hips, dragging her pussy up my dick. “Stop,” I hiss, alarmed, turned on, shocked.

“Do you really want me to stop?” Bridger asks, his open mouth on Zoe’s neck. “Do you think he wants us to stop, angel?”

She studies my face from beneath heavy lids. “No,” she whispers.

Fuck fuck fuck.

I brace, gripping the leather seat, unable to block the anticipation.

Bridger trails his middle finger down Zoe’s torso and circles her clit slowly, drawing a breathy moan from her mouth. His hips brush the insides of my knees, the rasp of his suit pants making me squeeze my eyes shut. But they fly open again when Bridger gives a slow buck and Zoe rides halfway up my erection, before he grinds her back down, his finger still rubbing her clit. And Christ, she’s so hot. She’s so fucking hot and tight, her thighs spread so I can see the broad stalk of my shaft spreading her flesh, filling her, my brother’s fingers making her wetter and wetter, keeping her prepared.

I throw my head back up against the seat, sweat trickling down the back of my neck. “Shit. Shit. I’m not going to be able to do this much longer.”

Bridger ignores my warning, lifting Zoe back against his chest and grinding her down on my lap. He leans forward to do this and we lock eyes over her shoulder. It’s sensory overload. My balls are quickening, ready to burst. Zoe’s tits are raking up and down my chest, her beautiful face in an expression of ecstasy, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. She’s being moved from behind by the man who holds the keys to every castle I’ve ever known and I know, I know what’s happening is a little sick, but I can’t help but pump my hips upward, groaning raggedly, searching her face for signs that she’s close, searching his for signs of approval.

“Do you like riding Jacob’s cock, angel?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, moving as one with Bridger. “I love it.”

“He loves it, too.” Bridger takes the finger off her clit and drags a path of her wetness down my belly. “Look how tightly he’s flexed here, trying not to come.”

My heels dig into the carpeted floor, a high-pitched ring starting in my ears. I’m being crushed on one side by pain, pleasure on the other. Her pussy stretches around my cock again, again, again, her tight, wet flesh slapping down on mine, and I’m shouting up at the ceiling, baring my teeth, trying to hold back. This is bad. It’s so bad, but I want it. My brother looms behind our stepsister, moving in a perfect mimic of what she’s doing to me, and I don’t know where to look. Don’t know how to feel, but my body is making the decision for me.

It needs this. Needs release. Delivered just like this. From these people.

Always.

“Oh my God,” Zoe sobs, starting to shake.

“Good man, brother,” Bridger praises. “She’s there.”

A violent shake takes my whole frame and I erupt at the same time as Zoe. She falls forward against my chest, our mouths locking in a kiss as she grinds frantically on my spurting dick, Bridger kneeling behind her with satisfaction curving his lips.

I come harder. Harder than I ever have in my life.

I lock this magic girl to my chest and thrust upward, snarling into kiss after kiss, punishing her for being so perfect. For showing up and igniting something that will never go out between the three of us. No matter what happens.

No matter who tries to tear us apart.