Page 118 of Queen Of Clubs
“Fucking hell, that's so damn sexy,” he groans, eyes locked on my exposed pussy. “Seeing you dripping with my release,” he murmurs as he parts my folds and shoves two fingers in.
My hands grab onto his arm, nails digging into his skin as I whimper. He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to my mouth. “Suck,” he demands, and I open immediately.
His cum has me moaning as I suck him clean. I want more, and I almost ask him if I could suck his cum and my slick from his cock, but then I’d be begging for him to fuck me again, and we would never leave.
“You're so fucking perfect for me, Jade,” he tells me as he pulls his fingers free. “Now, go shower; I’m going to clean this up.”
“Okay.” I don’t argue with him, still on cloud nine as he picks me up and places me on my feet.
“And, Jade,” he stops me, pulling me back as I turn to leave.
“Yes?”
“I fucking love you.”
I bite my lip. “I love you too.”
The smile he gives me has me swooning. “Now go, be a good girl and clean up.”
I nod and rush into the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror and grin so wide my cheeks hurt. My lips are pink and swollen, my eyes are still glazed with lust, and my whole body is flushed.
I’m so damn happy in this moment, and all I can think is how glad I am that I let myself take this chance on these guys. How I didn’t let the hurt of the past close me off for good. Because if I did, I’d be missing out on so many amazing things. And that would have been a damn shame.
Chapter 32
Zane
“Thanks for doing this, man,” Everett says, giving Garrett Ford a bro hug.
“Pleasure was all mine. That song is sick. Can’t wait for the world to hear it,” he replies ecstatically, his French accent making Griffin grin. I shake my head and roll my eyes watching the man leave.
Garrett Ford is the lead singer of Led Thumb, a French rock band that’s gone platinum. The label has wanted us to do a collab for awhile and since we were in the right place at the right time, we said fuck it.
We recorded a song we’ve been working on for awhile, mostly through video chats or voice messages. After an hour of messing around in person, we had the perfect song, and it didn’t take long before it became spun gold. Sure, it’s still going to need to be worked on, but nothing that can’t be done by the producer.
“Just saw Jade sent a text message about five minutes ago. She’s said she’s on her way up and wants to see us in action, doing our thing,” Everett chuckles, slipping his phone into his pocket.
“Perfect,” Griffin says, grabbing his guitar. He slides the strap over his shoulder and takes a seat on the stool in the recording booth.
Everett heads over to the drums and messes around a little bit as Griffin plucks at the strings.
I stand there and watch my guys. Our relationship isn’t typical. Even if we were out to the world, we’re not the type to cuddle and hold hands. To anyone else, we just look like a group of best friends.
That's pretty much what we are. We love each other, we protect and fight for one another. We enjoy being around each other and until Jade, we had no need nor want for anyone else.
Our dates are just the three of us hanging out, and that often ends with us fucking. There's no intense physical affection between us, and that's fine; it’s what works for us. With Jade, on the other hand, the alphas in us crave her. We want to touch her, fuck her, kiss her, hold her hand, cuddle her close. We don’t need it from each other, but we need it with her.
As I stand here, watching the two men I’ve loved for as long as I can remember, I can’t help but get this warm feeling inside. I’d die for these guys, I’d also kill for them. The thought of a life without them makes me want to burn the world down. They’re the only reason I didn’t lose myself when I lost her.
I know we were anchors for each other, giving just a smidgen of hope for that one day we would find her. And we did.
I no longer feel the need to drown my pain in a bottle, Griffin hasn’t even so much as smoked a joint, and Everett’s sex drive has simmered down. Okay, when it comes to Jade none of our sex drives have diminished. It’s full blaze all the time. But can you blame us? She’s literally the most stunning person to ever walk the face of this earth.
“Come on,” Griffin groans, lifting his head to see me watching them. “Stop eye fucking us and get in here.”
I grunt, rolling my eyes but push off the wall and walk over to the mic. One of the things I like about this studio is all their equipment is older. It gives you that raw authentic feeling.
Grabbing the mic, I move the cord out of the way and take a seat on one of the stools. The guys start up, and I grin, shaking my head as they play one of our originals.