Page 72 of Faking with Three

I’m hyperaware of everything—her breaths, her little gasps, the way she shivers when Jax’s mouth moves closer to her inner thigh. It’s intoxicating, like every nerve in my body is firing at once.

“We have you baby, you’re ours now,” Jax says.

Her lips part as if to say something, but instead, she arches into our touch, a soft moan escaping her. It’s enough to undo me completely.

I let my hands trail down her sides, marveling at the way she moves under my touch. Jax’s lips are now on her stomach, his hands sliding to her hips, while Marcus’s fingers work the clasp of her bra, revealing more of her to us.

“You’re stunning,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her again. Her lips are soft and yielding, and the way she pulls me closer makes my pulse race.

Jax leans back for a moment, his gaze dark and intense as he watches us. “You’re not hogging her, Ethan,” he says, his tone teasing but edged with something more primal.

I chuckle, pulling back just enough to let Marcus lean in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that’s slow and deliberate. Jax’s hands continue to roam, and I focus on her neck, trailing kisses down to her shoulder.

I lean down to kiss her again, this time slower, savoring the moment. Her fingers trace down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Jax shifts beside her, his hands sliding beneath her hips to lift her slightly as Marcus’s lips brush over her collarbone.

I feel Jax’s hand graze mine as we both reach to touch her, and for a split second, we lock eyes. There’s no jealousy, no competition. Just understanding. We’re here for her, and this is about making her feel like the center of the universe.

“Liv,” Jax murmurs against her ear, his voice husky. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”

She lets out a soft laugh, her head tipping back. “Good.”

Marcus chuckles low, his fingers skimming the curve of her waist. “You’re trouble, Olivia.”

She doesn’t say anything to that, just moans under her breath.

“You okay, Liv?” I ask, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Her eyes flick to mine, and she nods, a smile playing on her lips.

“More than okay,” she whispers.

Jax grins, his dimples flashing. “Good, because we’re just getting started.”

I lean down, pressing my lips to her shoulder before trailing kisses lower. She arches into the touch, her hands clutching at the sheets as Marcus slides down to join me, his lips following a path along her other side.

Olivia’s chest rises and falls rapidly beneath us, her skin flushed a deep pink that travels from her cheeks down to the soft curves of her breasts. Jax’s large hands frame her waist, steadying her as he dips his head to press a kiss between the valley of her breasts. She gasps softly, her fingers threading into his hair, holding him there for a moment longer.

Marcus trails kisses down her side, his lips brushing over her hip, his hands exploring the curve of her thighs.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, my hand gliding down her arm to lace our fingers together.

She squeezes my hand, her gaze flicking up to mine, and for a moment, the intensity of her expression floors me. Then she pulls me closer, her lips finding mine in a kiss so deep it makes my head spin.

Jax’s hands skim up her thighs, his touch reverent yet possessive, as Marcus shifts to the other side of her, his lips following the curve of her stomach. Olivia squirms, her breath hitching when Marcus’s mouth brushes lower, over the sensitive skin at the top of her inner thigh.

Her thighs part slightly, and my gaze follows the motion instinctively, catching a glimpse of her glistening folds. Desire roars to life inside me, making it impossible to think about anything else.

“Liv,” Jax says, his voice rough with restraint, “you’re killing me here.”

Her laugh is soft, breathless, as her fingers graze his jaw. “Good,” she teases, though her voice wavers slightly when Marcus’s fingers trail between her thighs, teasing the slick heat there. His fingers finally push their way inside, spreading her open, flicking her clit to see her response.

Her hips buck instinctively, her moan sending a jolt of electricity straight through me. I glance at Marcus, who looks up briefly, his eyes dark with hunger.

“She’s perfect,” he says, his voice low and full of conviction.

Jax nods, his hand brushing over her other thigh as if in silent agreement. I lean down, capturing her lips in another kiss, swallowing the soft whimpers that escape her mouth as Marcus’s fingers dip inside her.

Her body arches off the bed, her breasts pressing against my chest, her nails raking lightly down my back. Every sound she makes, every tremble of her body, is fuel to the fire burning inside me.

“Look at me, Liv,” I whisper against her lips.

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