Jetta - Raven Kennedy Page 0,139

fulfilling, and it completes every part of me.

Cliff brings his cock up and starts rubbing himself over me, coating his length in my juices, but I’m impatient. I’m needy. I’m so goddamn worked up that I don’t want to wait another second until I’m being filled by both of them. So I reach back and grab Cliff’s cock and feed it into me, jerking my ass back against him in the same moment.

Cliff’s hand stills as I sink onto him, and then he grips me by the hips and thrusts the rest of the way, a long groan leaving his lips that matches mine.

“Impatient much?” Jericho chuckles above me.

“Mm-hmm,” I say around his cock, but that’s about as much communication as I can handle, because they both start fucking me in tandem.

We move perfectly, like we’re doing our very own version of an erotic dance. My entire body lights up, each nerve being set off with pleasure. The sound of our flesh hitting against one another fills the bathroom, adding to the thrum of carnal melody that’s pulsing through our joined bodies.

Nothing, absolutely nothing, feels as good as this.

“I’m going to come down your throat, and I want you to swallow every last drop, Jet Plane,” Jericho tells me, his hands swiping the wet hair out of my face. “I want to feel your tongue licking my dick while your sexy fucking lips are circled around my cock just like this.”

I reach forward and cup his balls, urging him on, and Jericho loses it. With a grunt, he thrusts hard, cutting off my breath as he pumps. He fucks my mouth hard before he jerks once more and his cock starts squeezing out cum, the hot ropes landing in the back of my throat. More and more comes, coating my tongue, until I’m swallowing around him, trying to keep up.

When he finishes, he does one more lazy pump into me before pulling out, and I swallow the rest down, looking up at him with arrogant satisfaction that I succeeded in his dirty little order, making him chuckle.

“Hmm, I think she deserves to come,” he says.

In reply, Cliff pulls out of me and spins me around. His hands come down to cradle my ass before he hoists me up and starts fucking me against the wall.

“Fuck…yes,” I say breathlessly.

Cliff’s thrusts are hard and slow, each one like a gong going off and reverberating through my body. Every stroke of him goes deep, fitting inside me so perfectly.

When Jericho comes to stand beside us, he reaches down and slips his hand between our bodies to play with my clit, I can’t hold back the orgasm that wants to come barreling out.

“That’s it, Jet. Come all over his cock,” Jericho says, egging me on. “You look so fucking gorgeous right now. I want to see you come hard.”

His fingers press down with quick strokes as he plays with me. That, mixed in with the way Cliff is fucking me into the wall, makes my body burst.

I couldn’t hold back the scream that tumbles out of my throat even if I wanted to. And I don’t fucking want to, because pleasure streams through me all the way from the soles of my feet to the top of my head. I squeeze Cliff’s dick so hard that I bring him right over the edge with me, and then he’s collapsing against me, panting just as hard as I am, and I feel even more blissed out than I did when that female stimulant was at our gate.

It takes several moments of just breathing before I’m physically able to stand on my feet again.

“What do you think?” Cliff asks Jericho as they both start washing me down.

“Eh,” Jericho considers, tilting his head left and right. “I guess we can call it a tie. She screamed from you fucking her and me stroking her clit, so it’s only fair.”

“Yeah, that’s what I figured. We both win.”

I snort and quickly wash up before stepping out of the shower. “You don’t win shit. I didn’t even scream,” I lie.

Cliff arches a brow. “Hellion, you screamed so hard I’m surprised the warehouse next door hasn’t come to check on us.”

My ears heat up, and I quickly towel off and step back into my clothes as the guys do the same thing. “I wasn’t that loud.”

“Yes, you were,” they both say.

I give them a scowl and snatch open the door before they can even pull their pants all the way up. “Hey! Where do you think you’re going?” Cliff asks.

“To train,” I say, hip cocked as I look back at them still scrambling to get dressed. “Wanna come?” I ask.

“Just did,” Jericho says with a cocky smirk.

“Yeah, you did too, remember?” Cliff adds.

I glare at them. “You guys suck.”

“You just did that too,” Jericho supplies happily, making me growl at him.

I snort. “You’re annoying.”

Jericho and Cliff follow behind me, pulling on their shirts, their faces full of male arrogance as we go down the steps together. The shifters hanging around downstairs all give us knowing smirks, and Jericho, the fucker, raises a fist in the air like he’s doing a victory lap.

“Stop strutting!” I hiss at him before glaring over at Cliff. “And you! Stop grinning. You guys are making it obvious.”

“I think you did that when you screamed,” Cliff very unhelpfully points out.

“Yeah. Your ears are blushing, Jet,” Jericho grins.

I shove the front door open and head outside, all but running like my ass is on fire.

“On second thought, you’re no longer invited to train with me. Go build our mate cabin and stop fooling around,” I tease.

“Goddamn, that mouth. She’s always fucking flirting with us,” Jericho jokes as they start walking off toward the cabins.

“Yeah, she loves us,” Cliff replies.

I shake my head, but a smile gets stuck on my lips, and it doesn’t drop away the whole time I walk to the gym. Because I do love them, I love how different they both are. Cliff brings me all the comfort and adoring gentleness that I need. He’s my home, and he always will be. And Jericho loves my fire and my fight, and he gives me the shifter dominance that I crave. Together, they appreciate every piece of me, and I appreciate every piece of them.

And my skunk? She likes them too. I see a lot of spraying in their futures.

The thought of her spraying the shit out of them makes my stomach tighten, my chest rumble, my lips spread, and then a bubble of noise erupts out of my mouth. It takes me a few seconds to realize what god-awful noise just came out of me.

A giggle. It was a fucking giggle.

I’m so shocked by it that I slap a hand over my mouth to cut it off, and then whip my head around to see if my guys heard. Thankfully, they didn’t, because they’re still walking away, talking to each other.

I let out a sigh of relief, but that relief gets cut short when I see Lafe grinning at me from the picnic table.

Motherfuck.

He drops the burger he was eating and leans forward. “Did you just giggle?”

“No,” I answer very quickly.

A huge grin splits his face. “You did! The great Jetta, Harbinger of Doom, fucking giggled!”

“Shh! Keep your voice down!” I hiss. I have a fucking reputation to maintain, goddammit. I blame all the females in my room. Clearly, some of that shit was contagious.

He claps his hands together with glee. “I can’t wait to tell...well, everybody.”

“Don’t you dare,” I say, pointing right at his elated face.

Lafe gets a triumphant look, and just like that, he has me. He fucking has me.

“You know I own your ass now, right?” he asks.

I scuff my boot into the dirt. “Yeah.”

“No more jumping out and scaring me every time I walk in the room, no more making me spar with you during training and accidentally breaking my nose, and no more terrorizing my coyote,” he rattles off.

“I don’t terrorize your coyote,” I argue.

He gives me a look. “Every time you see him, you start yipping. Loudly. It really freaks him out.”

I shrug.

He smirks cockily and gets up from his seat. “I’m really looking forward to our more pleasant interactions in the future, Jetta.”

“I’m not,” I grumble. Terrorizing Lafe was number four on my Favorite Things to Do list.

With a smug wave, he heads back inside with a goddamn skip in his step, while I start walking toward the gym once more.

I don’t even make it three steps before the corners of my lips tilt up, and then that god-awful noise is chirping out of me again like a fucking parakeet.

But you know what? Fuck it. I let it out like I’m a goddamn schoolgirl. No more holding back.

I’m happy, I’m a misfit, and if I want to fucking giggle, I will...just until I get to the gym. And then I’ll kick someone’s ass.

THE END