Page 22 of Only for Tonight

I’m never going to survive these guys.

Chapter 8

Oliver

I wake up slowly, hotter than hell. I crack an eye open and realize quickly why. I’m sandwiched between Jace and Toby. Jace’s arm is thrown over me, holding onto Toby’s hip, and Toby’s arm is anchored around my waist with his face buried in my neck.

After we fucked earlier, Jace took me to take a bath and was so tender when he washed me off. It was such a stark contrast to the way he fucks, and it messed with my head. He could sense where my thoughts were because he assured me that this wasn’t just a one-time thing and that he and Toby both wanted more. How could that even happen? Fucking multiple people at the same time was different than dating. What would they do? Take turns taking me out like shared custody? I bite my lip to keep from laughing at that thought, and Jace stirs behind me.

“Hey, Angel,” he says, his voice still gruff from sleep.

“Hey,” I whisper, trying not to wake Toby.

Jace kisses the back of my head. “Let’s go get something to eat. We’ll let him sleep.”

He slides from the bed, and I gently lift Toby’s arm so I can wiggle out from under him. When my feet hit the floor, he flops over on his stomach with a groan, burying his face in the pillow. Jace huffs a laugh and grabs my hand, leading me to the kitchen. He pushes me onto a stool and goes to the fridge. I can’t help but stare at him in nothing but a pair of tight black boxer briefs. His muscles shift under his tattoos each time he moves. What the hell am I doing? Jace and Toby are way too hot for me. They probably have guys beating down their doors, so why are they wasting their time on me?

“What’s wrong?” I look up at Jace from staring at the island, and his brows are furrowed.

I give him what is hopefully a reassuring smile. “Nothing.”

He leans his hands on the island, looking intimidating as hell. “Don’t lie to me, Angel.”

“It’s just,” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. “Why did you pick me? I’m sure better people come onto the website or into the club. So why me?”

“Toby told you that we picked you?” I nod, somewhat confused. Was Toby lying to me? “Hm. Well, that makes this easier.” Jace comes around to my side and slides onto a stool beside me. “We’ve worked for Jackson for a while now. He likes our input on certain fantasies, and it’s worked well until yours popped up. Something about your eyes made us all curious. There was innocence, but there was also something lurking just below the surface.”

“What was that?”

“It was darkness begging to be set free. You’ve always wanted what you asked for, and we knew we were the ones to give it to you. We’ve never messed around at the club unless we were fucking each other and never fulfilled any of the fantasies. We just set them up. But with you, Oliver, we were in full agreement that we were the only ones who would touch you.” He runs his fingers down my arm. “Toby’s not the only one that’s still drawn to you. It was supposed to be only that night, but Toby had other ideas. You had him tied in knots for weeks.”

“What about you?” I ask breathlessly when he moves closer.

Jace chuckles, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “Me too. I woke up many times, stroking my cock thinking about that night.” He runs his nose up and down my neck. “Every reaction.” He kisses a path across my neck to my ear. “Every sigh.” Jace nips my earlobe and works his way back down my neck. “Every moan.”

“Jace,” I breathe when he kisses across my shoulder.

“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name. It drove me crazy that night that I couldn’t hear that being moaned from your dirty mouth.” Jace turns on the stool and tugs my arm, so I stand up. He pulls me between his thighs, wraps his big hands around mine, and lifts me effortlessly to straddle his waist. How the hell? I wrap my arms around his neck, not even about to argue.

“We’re supposed to be eating,” I point out with a grin.

“We will. I just need to do something first.”

Jace pulls my lips to his and kisses me slowly. There’s none of his usual dominance, just unhurried, taking his time to explore my mouth. I relax against his chest and give in to it. Some of what he said has smoothed my nerves about whatever we’re starting. We kiss until I feel myself getting hard and grind against him. Jace groans deep in his chest and kisses me harder. Fuck. The fact that he’s just as desperate for me as I am for him is a heady feeling. Jace pulls away from the kiss but goes right back to my lips. He wraps his hands around the back of my thighs and stands up. Jace sits me on the island and steps between my legs. I’ve always been small for a guy, but Jace and Toby make me feel smaller, and I fucking love it. He pulls away from the kiss and kisses down my chest. When he gets to my nipples, he licks and sucks on them, then bites down hard.

“Holy shit, Jace.”

“I want you so bad,” Jace says hoarsely. “All the time. I can’t control myself around you.”

“Then don’t.” Jace pulls back, and the look in his eyes holds a dark promise. I lean back on the island and scoot my ass to the edge. I’ve never been brave enough to initiate sex, but I want what happens when I push Jace. “I need you.”

“So fucking desperate. Did you not get enough earlier?”

“I need more.” I don’t think I’ll ever have enough. They take me to heights I’ve never been before, and I never want to come down. Jace reaches between us and hooks his hands in the waistband of my boxers.

“Lift your hips.” I do, and he pulls them from my legs. He pushes my legs up and sets my feet on the edge with my legs wide open. He steps back and tilts his head to the side. “Stay just like that.” He walks out of my line of sight.

“Jace. What the hell?”

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