“It helps her plenty; visual stimulation,” Vic retorts, grabbing my hands and curling his inked ones over the top. He pushes my breasts together and then lets go, leaving me to hold them in place. And then he climbs over me, sliding his cock between my breasts.

Holy. Fuck.

Aaron curses Vic out from between my thighs, and I feel his body move as he readjusts himself, finding my opening with his cock at the same time that Victor begins to thrust. I bite my lip as his big body moves above me, the muscles in his taut belly contracting with each movement. He keeps himself propped up easily, his arms more than strong enough to hold his weight. And, as annoying as he is, as much as I both hate and love him at the same time, he’s right: it’s a visual fucking treat.

His cock plows between my breasts like he’s fucking me between the thighs at the same time that Aaron enters me. Sensations break through me like shooting stars, brightening the otherwise dark night sky that makes up my soul. It’s not the sex though; it’s the boys. It’s their very presence and their connection to me that makes everything feel so good, that makes the world seem brighter.

Once you find that connection with someone, it’s never just sex again after that, now is it?

I can feel Aaron’s hands on my thighs, keeping my legs apart as he moves deep and slow, juxtaposing himself with Vic’s hard, wild thrusts. Even their scents mix together, creating this dreamy euphoria of amber and rose, musk and sandalwood, sweat and sex.

“Jesus Christ, you have nice tits,” Victor murmurs, and I just lose it. His words are vulgar enough, but there’s heat behind them, want. He’s obsessed with me the same way I am with him, and it makes him just vulnerable enough that I want more. I lose the fight with my own body before either of the boys does, so twisted up in the pair of them that I can’t resist the climax when it takes hold of me, leaving me boneless and breathless.

My hands fall away from my breasts and Vic slows, looking down at me from between his arms.

“You aren’t done already, are you, Bernie?” he asks, sitting down beside me and taking his cock in his hand. He twists his fist around it like a corkscrew, groaning and cursing under his breath.

At least now I can see Aaron, panting and sweating between my legs. He very quickly covers my body with his own, sliding his tongue along the side of my throat and using the slippery lube on my breasts to play with my nipples.

“If he gets to play with Hael’s toys, then so do I.” Aaron pushes up and slides out of me, making me moan and writhe in frustration.

“You guys are going to be the death of me,” I mumble, rubbing my hands down my face and wondering how the hell I ended up in here, with the love of my life and my husband together. Must be, like, karma or something. Or maybe it’s just balance? Maybe life has lobbed so much shit my way that she just had to give me something nice to play with?

That bitch better not be just a lending library, if you know what I mean.

Victor just snorts as Aaron crawls his naked, tattooed ass over to the drawer and digs around, coming up with a small box that makes him smile.

“Perfect,” he says, and Victor rolls his eyes, standing up to grab a pack of cigarettes, so he can light up.

“As if you know how to use one of those, Fadler.” Vic gives me a look as I haul my suddenly heavy body up the bed and into the pillows. For a split second there, my mind goes to Hael and I wonder how he’s going to handle knowing the three of us fucked in here together. I mean, seeing as he got kicked out of this very room not so long ago.

There are going to be hurt feelings, or at the very least righteous anger, one way or another.

But that’s a problem for another day.

“Just because I didn’t fuck my want for Bernadette into other girls, it doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.” Aaron smirks as he opens the package and tosses the box aside, spinning a black rubber item around on the finger that’s tattooed with the first letter of his name. With that expression on his face, it’s easy to believe that he’s the A in HAVOC. “I know how to use a cock ring, Vic. If the best you can do is mount her tits like a wild animal, then really, I don’t have a fucking thing to worry about.”

Aaron uses some of the lube to make the ring slippery before he slides it down the length of his inked shaft, groaning and letting his head fall back in pleasure. The moonlight coming in from outside brings out all the chocolate tones in his hair, making him look both feral and very pretty all at the same time. A beautiful beast, that’s what he is.

He moves back over to me, putting his palms on my ribcage and sliding his fingers down the deep curve of my waist and the generous swell of my hips. I’ve never been thin; a fact that Pamela always made sure to remind me about. But I’ve also never wanted to be. A girl can enjoy being a little thick, you know? And clearly, none of my boys seem to have a problem with it.

The way Aaron’s looking at me right now, I feel beautiful in his eyes, like a savage queen, undomesticated and uncontrollable. That’s why they’re only ever going to need one Havoc Girl; I’ll make sure of it.

Aaron turns the cock ring on, the slight buzzing of it making him groan and thrust against me in desperation. He doesn’t enter me though, just teases me, bumping my clit with the head of his cock and transferring that sweet vibration through my body.

“Do you still have that vibrator?” Aaron whispers, but loudly enough that Vic, who’s still smoking by the window, can hear. “The one we used to play with together?” I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck, tasting the sweetness of my own body on his lips. I’d almost forgotten that, how we’d use to lay under the blankets together, alternating touching ourselves with our hands and using the dinky little vibe I stole from the sex shop across the street from the Hellhole.

That was before we were brave enough to just do it, to let go and fall into each other.

“I have a much better one now,” I assure him, biting his ear as he moves his hips against me. “This time, I checked reviews online before I went in to pinch it.” Aaron chuckles, and even the sound of that vibrates through me, making me writhe. “When we finally get my stuff from Pam’s, I’ll let you test it out on me.”

“Jesus Christ,” Victor growls, climbing back on the bed with the cigarette still in his mouth. His jealousy is a tangible thing as he slides up alongside us. “Stop gazing at each other with goo-goo eyes and let’s get back to fucking. Hey, princess, you ever let a guy do you in the ass before?”

“God, I hate you,” Aaron snarls back at him, teeth clenched. He holds me with a fragile possessiveness that I just know is going to eventually shatter. When it does, Aaron will likely try to use a jagged piece to cut Vic’s throat open.

“Well?” Vic asks, ignoring him.

Aaron very gently turns my head back to him, leaning down to kiss me on the mouth, letting me know that he’ll put me first, no matter what. And that’s why Victor owes him everything; I could not handle Vic without Aaron to temper him out. Sometimes, you just need someone to hold you and stroke your hair back and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

“Yes,” I respond honestly, and Aaron smiles against my lips. He knows I’ve done it because he was the one to do it. The smug look he tosses up at Victor has our leader bristling. “But let’s try it again.”