Page 71 of Faking with Three

Her eyes dart between the three of us, uncertainty flashing in their depths. “I... I don’t know,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marcus shuts the door close behind him. Jax and he exchange a glance. I look them over before turning back to Olivia. This is really happening.

“We don’t have to do this,” I say quickly, my own nerves bubbling to the surface. “If it’s too much?—”

“No,” she interrupts. “I need to figure this out.”

I nod, swallowing hard. I step back to give her space, my palms sweaty as I shove them into my pockets.

Olivia looks at Marcus first, then Jax, and finally, her eyes land back on me. “How does this even work?” she asks, a faint, nervous laugh escaping her lips.

“We start small,” I say, echoing my earlier words. “But you’re in charge. It’s all up to you.”

We spread out, giving her space. Olivia’s movements are hesitant at first, like she’s still working through the logistics of how this is supposed to go. But then she squares her shoulders and walks right up to Jax.

He freezes, his usual cocky grin nowhere to be found as Olivia reaches up and cups his face. Her thumbs brush his cheekbones, and then, slowly, she leans in. Their lips meet, and I can’t look away. Jax’s hands come to rest on her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss is deep, unhurried, and it feels like it goes on forever.

When Olivia pulls back, Jax exhales sharply, his hands lingering on her hips before he lets go. She turns toward Marcus next, her steps deliberate, and I swear he looks like he’s forgotten how to breathe.

“Relax,” she says softly, a small smile tugging at her lips. Then she rises onto her toes and kisses him.

Marcus responds immediately, his hand coming up to cradle the back of her head, his other arm wrapping around her waist. It’s intense, his movements careful but desperate, like he’s afraid she’ll vanish if he lets go. Olivia sighs into his mouth, and the sound twists something deep in my chest.

I don’t realize I’ve clenched my fists until Olivia turns to me. My breath catches as she closes the distance between us, her eyes searching mine.

“Still good?” I ask softly, giving her an out if she needs it.

Her nod is barely perceptible before she closes the distance again, her lips pressing against mine with a force that sends sparks shooting through me. I feel her hands on my chest, her fingers curling into my shirt, pulling me closer.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jax shift, drawing closer. As Olivia pulls back from me, catching her breath, she turns toward Jax. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips red and swollen, and I can barely breathe as I watch her kiss him again.

He cups her face with both hands, pulling her into a kiss that’s as bold and commanding as he is. His fingers thread into her hair, holding her close as his body presses against hers. I should feel jealous—hell, maybe I do—but mostly, I’m mesmerized.

Olivia steps back toward the bed, her gaze flicking between the three of us. She sits on the edge, her lips parted and cheeks flushed, and I know none of us can resist her.

Jax is the first to move, kneeling in front of her.

“You sure about this?” he asks, his voice lower than I’ve ever heard it.

She nods, biting her lip, her nervousness giving way to something deeper. “Yeah,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.

That’s all the permission any of us need. Marcus steps closer, his hand brushing hers as she reaches for him. He leans down, capturing her lips in a kiss that makes her sigh, her shoulders relaxing as she melts into him.

I stay back for a moment, letting them take their turns, but when Olivia glances at me, her green eyes locking onto mine, I can’t stay still anymore. I step forward, cupping her face and tilting it up to kiss her again. Her lips are soft, warm, and when she kisses me back, it’s like she’s pouring all of herself into it.

Jax moves to her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as his hands slide up her sides. Marcus is at her other side, hisfingers threading through her hair as he presses soft kisses to her temple.

“Lay back,” Jax murmurs, his voice rough but gentle.

She obeys, her hair fanning out on the bed as she looks up at us, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Marcus is the first to climb up next to her, his large hands trailing down her arm as he leans over her. I follow, positioning myself at her other side, while Jax kneels at the foot of the bed, his hands skimming up her legs.

Jax’s fingers work the hem of her shirt, sliding it up and over her head to reveal smooth skin and soft curves. Marcus’s hands are there immediately, reverent as they trail over her, and I can’t help but lean down to press a kiss to her shoulder, then her collarbone.

“You okay?” I ask softly, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nods, her gaze darting between us. “Yeah. More than okay.”

Her skin is soft and warm under my hands as I trail kisses down her neck, stopping just above her collarbone. Olivia sighs, her hands tangling in my hair, and it sends a jolt of heat through me. Jax has settled at her side, one hand stroking her thigh, his lips pressing gentle kisses to her knee. Marcus is leaning over her, his fingers tracing patterns on her stomach as he whispers something low and soothing.

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