Light My Fire

It’s an entertaining ride to Brooke’s apartment.

I’m in the front seat next to the driver because I want to prove to myself that I’m in control and I don’t need to touch Brooke every second I’m with her.

Let my friends fight over invading her personal space in the backseat.

Jackson is currently making her laugh, while his hand is making inroads to her inner thighs.

Wyatt has his arm around her shoulders and is playing with her hair. He looks fucking besotted and I have to admit, it makes me happy for him. He’s been waiting to fall in love for a long time, and it’s clear he’s there with Brooke. Normally, I think he’d be trying to insert himself more but he’s in a great mood, the games and beer doing their jobs to relax him, and he’s clearly just feeling good. Brooke has a great effect on him.

I’m not sure it’s even registered with him that Jackson threw all three games. He doesn’t need to always win, even though he’s generally competitive. I think he feels like he’s already winning at life, and with Brooke.

He’s the most capable of sharing her with the two of us. For me and Wyatt, it’s a bit of a head game we have to play with ourselves. Wyatt is only okay with it because Brooke likes it. I’m good with it because it allows me to have a relationship with her without all those expectations I’m not sure I can live up to—living together, marriage, kids. Hell, even being a partner seven days a week.

It’s been so long since I’ve done that it feels chaffing and, well, fucking terrifying.

But this?

This is sexy and fun, and I can just enjoy myself and being with Brooke without pressure.

It’s incredible watching her confidence in her sensuality blossom from our attention.

With dizzying speed, Brooke Wilder has embraced her dirty side, and it’s such a fucking turn on.

The driver is making small talk with me about how bad traffic is because there is a pop star in town for a concert and a Racketeers hockey game tonight. I’m taking a certain sort of sick pleasure in engaging in conversation with him while being hyper aware of what’s taking place in the back seat.

It’s making my dick hard and drawing my patience out taut.

I like the wound up feeling and the twitch in my fingers from wanting to strip Brooke naked.

It makes the moment when I actually can all that much sweeter.

Which is why the minute we’re in Brooke’s apartment, I shut the door behind me with a hard kick from my boot.

Brooke, who is holding Wyatt’s hand and dropping her purse on the floor, turns with a startled look. When she sees me, her eyes widen. “That was loud.”

“How thin are your walls?” I ask her. “Because it’s about to get even louder in here.”

“I think they’re average. I can hear my neighbor’s music when he cranks it but not any conversations or anything.”

I move in front of her, sliding my hand along her smooth skin to cup her cheek. “Tell us now if it’s going to embarrass you if your neighbor hears you screaming when you come over and over from three guys fucking you. If it does, we can go to my place.”

I have no idea who lives in this building but it very well could be other vet students all doing their clinicals. I want to make sure she’s taken that into account if that’s the case. Sure, she seemed happy to be engaged in public affection with all of us at the bar, but it’s one thing to be kissing three guys, it’s another to be overheard doing what we’re about to be doing.

Brooke shivers. She leans into my touch. Wyatt is still holding her hand and he moves in behind her, lifting her hair on the opposite side of my hand so that he can lightly suck her earlobe.

She shakes her head. “I don’t care.”

“Are you sure? I’m serious, Brooke. Think about it.” I kiss her lips, briefly. “You have to live here.”

Her free hand lands on my waist and she tugs me closer to her. “I don’t care. We’re all adults here.”

I nod, satisfied. “Excellent. And yes, we’re all adults, but when you’re with me, naked, you’re my dirty little good girl. So you do what I say, don’t you?”

She nods eagerly. “Yes, I’m a dirty little good girl.”

So eagerly that I almost moan. My mouth is thick with desire, my dick throbbing.

Wyatt does moan out loud. “Fuck. That’s so hot, Brooke.”

“Very fucking hot,” Jackson agrees. He’s to her left, taking his shoes and coat off with terse movements.

Then he tells her, “Luke said when you’re naked you call him daddy. You’ve got too many clothes on, sweetheart. Guess we need to change that.”

“Wyatt, take off her shirt,” I command.

He does so without hesitation, gathering it at the hem and drawing it up over her breasts and shoulders and face, exposing her to me inch by delicious inch. She’s wearing a black lace bra. I reach out and flick a finger over the tiny bow between her two breasts. “Feeling fancy tonight, Angel? Dressed up for your men?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

“I love it.” I lean forward and suck the swell of her breast, kneading the other globe with my palm.

Brooke gasps.

Wyatt has her silky shirt in his grip still. I draw back and hold a hand out. “Let me have that.”

He does and then undoes her bra. He eases the bra off before teasing both nipples.

Jackson makes eye contact with me as I spin her shirt in my hands. He knows what I have in mind and the look on his face is definite approval.

He shifts behind Brooke, telling Wyatt, “Switch out with me. You need to collect your prize.”

“Which one?” Brooke asks.

“Foosball,” I tell her. “Wyatt is going to eat your sweet little pussy until you come all over his face.”

Her eyes darken at my words and she watches Wyatt moving around her side, his hands trailing down over her belly and drifting lower, barely brushing over the front of her jeans. “Would you like that?” he asks. “For me to taste your cunt?”

“Yes. I’ve been thinking about it all night. Should we go to the bedroom?”

“No.” At that, I take her chin in my grip and kiss her hard. “You got to play your little game at the bar. Now we get to play a little game.”

I put her shirt over her eyes. Brooke gasps. “Luke, what are you doing?”

She doesn’t act resistant. Quite the fucking opposite. She sounds excited. There are suddenly goosebumps on her bare shoulders and her mouth has slipped open on a sharp exhalation of breath.

I tie the shirt behind her head, tight enough so it won’t slip, but not enough to give her any discomfort. “It’s called Blindfold Brooke.”

Jackson taps my hip and silently gestures for me to give him some room. I do, and he leans in and kisses her, teasing his tongue between her lips. She kisses him back, winding her arms around his neck.

When he breaks the embrace, she whispers, “Jackson?”

He nods in satisfaction. “Yes, pretty girl. Told you I was a winner, too. You look so damn sexy right now.”

“I do?”

“Yes, you do,” Wyatt affirms.

“What should I do?” she asks, quietly. “Tell me how to please all three of you.”

“Just be you,” I tell her honestly. “And listen to me.”

She nods immediately. “Yes, daddy.”

I never thought I’d have a thing for that, but with Brooke, I find it to be the hottest damn thing ever. The air is charged between us all with sexual tension, an electric vibrancy that only happens when the four of us are together.

The blindfold is something I’ve been fantasizing about, partly because I think Brooke will enjoy it, but also because sometimes when we lock eyes the intensity between us is so damn extreme I’m afraid I’m going to lose control. Brooke is still inexperienced, and she isn’t ready for all the roughness I can truly bring if I unleash all of the burning desire I have for her.

Yet at the same time, I want to see how far we can push Brooke.

“This is your punishment for making your men compete for your attention.” I unbutton and take down the zipper on her jeans. I ease my finger over her clit and deep down into her already wet cunt. “You won’t know who is touching you.”

“I’ll know,” she says, simply.

That gives my cock a jolt, and I immediately yank my finger back out of her. “Is that right? Because you’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

Brooke nods, even as she shifts her hands around in the empty air, trying to find one of us. Jackson shifts behind her and wraps his arms firmly around her waist. “Lean against me,” he tells her. “Put your arms around my neck so you can give the boys a pretty view of your tits.”

When she does, I spend a few seconds admiring her. Wyatt is stripping down to his boxer briefs. Jackson is lazily rubbing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Brooke is starting to shift restlessly, cute little sounds of distress coming out of her mouth. She is leaning against his chest and running her hands up and down his cheeks and over his hair, head tilting as she tries to find his mouth for a kiss.

But Jackson evades her, adding to her tease. His eyes are dark, nostrils flared, as she bumps her tight little ass against his cock.

“More,” she begs. “Please, Jackson.”

“Shh,” he says in her ear. “You trust us, don’t you?”

“Of course. One hundred percent.”

“We’ve got you,” he assures her. “Now stop wiggling against my dick, baby. You’re fucking killing me.”

She does stop moving, but she turns forward. “Wyatt, where are you?”

He runs his thumb over her bottom lip. She gasps at the soft touch. “Right here, gorgeous.”

“Take your prize,” she encourages him. “Now, Wyatt. I’m ready. Please?”

That makes me laugh softly. She knows Wyatt is the weak link. She can get him to do her bidding readily.

But to my surprise, he looks to me for permission.

It makes my gut clench.

I know his feelings for this woman.

On his own, he would give in to any and all demands or requests she made of him.

But he’s putting his trust fully into me to lead us in taking Brooke to the height of pleasure.

I’m fucking grateful for that.

So, without warning, I reach out and yank her jeans down to her knees.

“Yes,” Brooke exclaims, her hips jerking forward from the motion before she sags back against Jackson for support so she doesn’t stumble.

Wyatt lifts one leg and removes her jeans, then the other. He tosses her jeans to the side.

I put a hand on her knee, encouraging her to shift her legs apart. “Spread your legs for your boyfriend,” I tell her. “Show him what he won.”

She does and Wyatt drops down to his haunches. He leans in and breathes deeply, his eyes closed.

“Jesus,” Jackson murmurs, swallowing visibly.

Brooke is trembling already.

I startle her with a kiss. She opens eagerly for me, her tongue tangling hotly and wildly with mine. I know the second Wyatt’s mouth touches her pussy because she cries out, right into my mouth, and I get to capture that pleasure. She bucks, trying to pull away, but I wrap her hair around my fingers and tug her tightly against me.

“I’ve got her,” Jackson tells us both.

A glance down shows Wyatt is devouring her with his tongue, his fingers leaving deep impressions on her thighs. Out of the corner of my eye I see Jackson is tightly squeezing her nipple. Brooke is crowded in on all sides, head to toe, and she fucking loves it.

She’s kissing me with a fierceness that takes my damn breath away. She’s gripping Jackson’s hair. She’s even rocking her hips forward onto Wyatt.

Close. She’s so close.

Then she’s bucking and thrashing.

She pauses in kissing me.

Then she cries out onto me as she breaks, coming hard on Wyatt’s tongue.

It’s mind-blowing how incredible this girl is.

I’ve never experienced anything like this.

Love and lust and total and complete fucking awe at how amazing she is.

Her warm pants of breath tickle my cheek as she shudders through her orgasm.

When she goes a little limp, I take her hands and help Jackson hold her up.

“That’s it, Angel,” I murmur to her. “Feel good?”

“So good,” she breathes.

“How was that pussy, Wyatt?”

He sits back and wipes his bottom lip. “Fucking perfect.”

“That’s just the beginning,” I tell her. “Ready for more?”

Brooke nods. I can tell she’s straining a little to see through the shirt. “Always. More.”

So I throw her over my shoulder and fireman carry her to the bedroom.