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I let silence wrap around me as I get my thoughts in order. In my mind there is no scenario where Jazz isn’t with us. Not now that I’ve tasted her, that I’ve shared a small part of her with my man. I want a future with both of them and that may make me greedy but every fucker knows I am. I’ve been sharing with Nitro since the first time we shared a club girl together. I don’t get jealous of watching Nitro with someone. In fact it pushes my pleasure higher watching him give himself over to another person. Usually it’s just his cock, but tonight I saw him let his guard down. I saw how gentle he was with Jazz. The only time I see that side of him is when he’s with me. The fact that it came so naturally to him tonight tells me he’s all in.
I smile at Nitro over Jazz’s head as she snores softly between us. “There is no other option for us than her. And we’ll convince her of that by loving her so fucking much that she can’t hear any of those fucked up voices in her head.”
Nitro’s gaze softens. “Your love helps me believe I’m worth someone loving me. Being by my side through everything.”
“Jazz is going to learn that too, but she has something even better.” He gives me a questioning look. “She has two of us to show her her worth.”
Nitro sits up, then gingerly leans over Jazz to press a soft kiss to my lips. Fuck he smells like Jazz’s pussy so I lick his plump bottom lip, wanting another taste. He pulls back after nipping at me. “I love you, Hayden.”
“I love you, too.”
Chapter 17
Jasmine
Ilie in bed keeping my breathing steady not wanting Fox or Nitro to know I’m awake. My body feels loose and relaxed, but my mind is in overdrive at the moment. I woke in the early hours sandwiched between two men who wrung so much pleasure from my body last night, but never asked for anything in return. All I remember is coming so damn hard I was almost in tears, and then I woke up spooning Zane with Fox at my back. I overheard Zane call him Hayden, but I’ll keep calling him Fox until he tells me his name. I know how this sort of thing works in the MC world.
Zane stretches out beside me and then freezes slightly. I fight all my instincts to flinch, my mind working overtime that maybe he’s surprised that I’m still here. Maybe I was meant to sneak out after we finished last night? I lay frozen, concentrating on my pretend sleep breathing, hoping that maybe they’ll get up soon and then I can sneak out.
Zane’s body slowly relaxes and I feel the heat of him as he leans over me, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head.
“Don’t wake her,” Fox’s sleep roughened voice whispers gently and holy shit, his early morning voice is the type of soundthat women flick the bean to. Deep, growly and rough from sleep.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I wanted one last moment before she realizes that I’m not worth shit,” Zane says quietly.
“Look. At. Me,” Fox all but hisses. “You areworthy. You areloved. And you will have me telling you every damn moment of our lives until you believe it.”
The air feels tense as I lie here wedged between a man who thinks himself unworthy and one who can see every damn worthy thing about him. My chest aches for Zane and yet last night, he was the one coachingme.
“I believe you, I just - I’m so fucking scared that she won’t want me. Us.”
“It’s her call. All we can do is treat her like the fucking treasure she is until she decides whether she wants us in her life or not.” Fox answers simply.
“Well, in that case, we should probably make sure she’s well fed.” Zane says, pressing his lips to my forehead, breathing me in.
I swoon when another set of lips presses gently to the corner of my mouth and then in an instant they’re gone, leaving me cold in the bed, my face pressed against the pillow trying to hide my tears. I just don’t understand how this is possible. Me. Sad, chubby, broken Jazz has not one, buttwomen making me breakfast. I snort into the pillow and then try madly to tamp down my hysterical laughter.
Taking a deep breath, I roll onto my back, my arms flopping out, stretched on the bed like a starfish. The bed dips and I slowly open my eyes, trying to guess whose dark eyes I’ll be waking up to. Zane’s dark brown, almost black eyes, or Fox’s chocolate brown. My eyes flutter and there, so close that it looks like one large, gold cyclops eye, is Chewy.
A scream rips out of me at the same time someone to my right screams.
“How do we make her stop doing that?” Chewy says.
“Oh I don’t know, maybe get out of her face?” Blanche’s bored voice calls out and I stop screaming to look around the room.
The girl gang members are dotted around Fox and Nitro’s master bedroom. Ana and Nat are leaning against the ensuite wall, Blanche is sitting in a chair by the desk, Vi is sitting at the end of the bed with Mad Dog and Pops, and Kaia is leaning on the door jamb. Lovely is smiling politely from my right side, with Mira sitting at my head with a wide grin on her face and Chewy, well she’s leaning over me so close that I can see the darker brown flecks in her eyes.
“Dayz, let the girl breathe,” Pops rolls his eyes from his position between Vi and Mad Dog.
“Ummm,” I gather the sheets up to my neck.
“You’re good, girl. We didn’t see anything.” Pops winks at me and I want to die of embarrassment.
Instead, Mira decides to clap her hands and bounce on the bed. “Was it amazing? I bet it was amazing. I bet they worshipped your body until you were a weeping mess on the bed.”
“It does smell like body fluids in here,” Chewy announces.
I rip the pillow from beneath my head and hold it over my face in the hopes that it’ll smother me.
