Brazen Mistakes (Brazen Boys #3)

36. Walker

Chapter 36

Walker

F uck dinner. It’s not like grilled cheese sandwiches are gourmet in the slightest.

And this? I’m getting in on this.

Jansen sees me first and grins, followed by RJ’s slow blinks, the yelp I heard suddenly making perfect sense.

All three of them up here, having fun without me?

While I’m making dinner for everyone?

Someone’s getting punished.

My clothes hit the floor as I kick the door closed, pointing Jansen to the bed, and RJ to the floor with Clara.

It’s only when the other guys get up to move that she turns around, her eyes getting big, her makeup smudged, the start of a tear trail down one side of her face. It’s all evidence of how hard she’s been working. How badly she wants to play. Here, like this, it’s like all the bad shit disappears for her. Why am I trying to keep her from this when it’s the only thing she’s found that helps?

Who am I to judge what’s healthy for her? If I love her, I have to trust her, too.

Settling onto the chair, Jansen flops onto the mattress with a hiss, while RJ scoots over, and I wonder if he’ll be as interested in the games we play as Jansen is.

“Want to make our girl come?” I ask him, motioning to the floor again.

His hand strokes up her arm, pulling back the mass of her hair so he can kiss her neck. It’s tough when she melts into him as he kneels behind her, but it’s also obvious that she needs him. I’ve been watching, and it’s like she can’t settle unless RJ’s in sight right now. I’d like to think she’s similarly weird if I’m not around, but I haven’t had the courage to ask the other guys if that’s the case.

He whispers in her ear, and she kisses him over her shoulder. Once they’re done, I snatch her chin. “Princess, I need you to tell me what you’ve been up to.”

She swallows, still uncomfortable talking about what she wants, and when she speaks, her voice is low and gravelly with arousal. I want those lips around my cock more than I want her answer, but I wait.

I’m good at waiting. The anticipation is always worth it.

“Um, I was giving RJ and Jansen blow jobs?”

“Is that a question? Or a statement?”

She gives me a dirty look. “Statement,” she says.

“And you made RJ come?”

“Yes.”

“But not Jansen?”

“No.”

“What about you?”

“No. Not yet.”

“And me?”

Her sassy grin falters as RJ tweaks her nipple, Jansen’s cock hard in his hand as his eyes twinkle, waiting for whatever comes next.

“No, not you. You weren’t here.”

I scoot to the edge of my seat. “Then you’d better catch me up.”

She leans forward, taking me into her mouth, and I hold back the sounds that want to escape. Every time, it’s so fucking good.

At the same time, she reaches for Jay, and he moans, not even trying to hold back, and RJ catches my eye over Clara’s head. He plucks at her nipples again and she flinches, her hips jumping forward. He’s in on the game. Torture her until she’s begging. Until she’s the only one left, a mess of need between the three of us.

The smile on my face is likely demonic, but RJ’s matches mine, and as I gather her hair into a tail I can grip, he drops one hand down between her legs, and just the sound of how wet she is makes my cock twitch in her mouth. Her hum of pleasure adds to the sensation, and damn.

I let that talented tongue of hers twist around my tip a few more times before I tug her off of me, her hair, as always, a leash meant for these kinds of games. Jansen scoots forward and feeds his dick into her open mouth, her eyes checking with me to make sure this is what I want from her. When I don’t stop her, she pulls him deep and Jay groans again, and I realize how close he’d been when I came in.

Too fucking bad, man.

When I can tell he’s almost there, I pull her from him, and they both whine, making RJ and me share a laugh. Yup. He’s totally on board.

Clara turns to me, her dark eyes glistening, her lips pressed in a line. “Open, princess.”

After a pause, she opens, and I wait until she’s squirming against RJ before I feed her my cock to let her play. Jay’s got his fist wrapped around hers, forcing her to keep a rhythm on him despite RJ’s and my best attempts to distract her. RJ’s gifting her gentle strokes, slow, savoring kisses up her back, gentle where I’m not. Drugging her with pleasure. When I tighten my grip on her hair, it takes a long moment for her to gaze up at me through her lashes. Just like I wanted.

Such a pretty sight.

Another moment I wish I could capture, hold on to forever. One I’ll have to figure out how to draw later.

Once I’m sure I’ve got her attention, I thrust, small at first, and when she relaxes into it, deeper, harder, the feeling of her throat swallowing around me, watching the tears gather in her eyes while she looks at me with so much trust, it’s indescribable. After everything she’s been through, she’s so willing to give, to trust and follow, believing that I’ll make it worth it. For all of us.

When I’m so close to coming I can feel it tight across my body, I drag her off, and again she whines, licking the tip before I move her far enough away.

“Make Jansen come, princess. He’s looking needy. ”

He flips me off with a grimace, but honestly, he’s not going to last long. And I’m not going to take away his chance to come down that pretty throat. I’m not that much of a selfish bastard.

Usually.

Her fist comes to grab me, but I direct it behind her, and I can tell by RJ’s grunt that it found my intended target.

Watching the three of them, keeping myself on edge, I memorize their expressions, the way the light catches in Clara’s hair, across Jay’s chest and RJ’s shoulders. Porn doesn’t have shit on this view.

Jay comes, mumbled nonsense escaping as he fills her, and watching her throat bob makes my cock throb.

When he slumps down onto the floor in front of her, his dick slipping from her mouth, he kisses her like it’s the start of the night. It makes me wonder how many rounds we could go. How boneless with pleasure we could make Clara.

With that thought saved for a future date, I tug on her hair, encouraging her to pull back from Jay, those eyes almost black in the dim of the room as she stares at me.

“I thought you were going to catch me up?”

Her brows scrunch together before she glares at me. But she shuffles the small distance to be directly in front of me. “This better be worth it,” she says.

I tug on her pony a little harder than necessary, and she gasps, the frustration immediately turning to arousal. “Oh, it will be.”

I let myself sink into her warm, wet mouth, almost too much after the break, like getting back into a pool after the wind’s made you cold. I’m almost there. So close. But I have a plan.

Once she’s doing her damndest to make me lose my fucking mind, I tilt my chin up to Jay, who immediately understands, dragging her to all fours, only with her hands braced on my legs. RJ and Jansen have a whispered conversation, then RJ’s between her thighs, and the second he pulls her down and his tongue touches her, her little mewl vibrates through to my bones, and I’m not holding back again.

We’re not coming together.

I’m coming, and then I’m joining those two in torturing her.

When she screams, I’m going to have my hands on her.

I pound into her mouth, using her hair like a damn pulley for a fucked-up blow-job machine, and I come fast, riding the waves of pleasure as she laps me up, licking me clean, then cleaning her lips like I’m made of honey.

How did I get so damn lucky?

Then she gasps, her hands slipping from my lap and landing hard on the floor, rocking her hips back.

Jansen chuckles, nipping her ass as he works a finger in and out of that tight hole, three of his fingers glossy with something. Likely glossy with her.

Slipping off the chair and kneeling in front of Clara, I grab her chin, forcing her unfocused gaze to mine. “You’re doing great, princess. But no coming. Not yet.”

“But why?” she whines, freezing as Jansen adds a second finger.

Some day.

Fuck.

But not tonight .

“You haven’t told me what you want,” I say, knowing I’m being an ass and loving it.

“I fucking want to come, you, you, jerk-face.”

The lack of appropriate curse makes it hard not to grin, so I don’t hide it, and she hisses at me. But it turns into a moan when RJ does something to her, and it’s time to get in on this.

I take her breasts in my hands, squeezing them, tracing around her nipples as goosebumps race across her skin, sweat gathering along her hairline.

“Shit shit shit,” she chants, rocking against RJ, so fucking close.

“Not yet.”

“Fuck you.”

“Then ask.”

“Shit. I just want to come. Please.” Her dark eyes plead, her makeup totally fucked, those sweet lips open as she pants.

Pinching her nipples, she gasps, a few tears falling, her head thrown back.

“Come, princess. Come for us.”

It’s like I have a magic command, because she shatters, her cries coupled with a shaky collapse between us, and damn. I feel like a god.

Pants fill the room, the four of us folded together on the floor, all of us savoring whatever the hell that just was.

I press a kiss to her lips, and as her tongue strokes mine, that damn love, still so new, still bigger than fits inside, floods me. Holding her face in my hands, our foreheads and noses touching, I can’t keep it in. “I love you, Clara.”

She presses another kiss to my lips, sweetly. Coming down. “I love you, Walker. ”

Scooting back, I create space for first Jansen, then RJ to kiss her, to touch her, to build on whatever this is between us all.

Jansen sneaks out, still buck naked, while RJ whispers to Clara, and I arrange his bed before we tuck her in between us.

When Jay comes back, he glares at us for not leaving him a space, but ends up curled up with his head on her lap, body cradled between her legs. There’s no way he isn’t happy there, and his eyes drift closed as she combs her fingers through his hair.

She slips into sleep like I knew she would, and a pang hits me when I realize she still hasn’t eaten.

Jansen must have the same thought. “Dinner’s cold by now.”

“The sandwiches will reheat fine in the oven. I just wish she’d had something before she passed out.”

RJ presses a kiss to her forehead, not looking up. “She’ll be up in a few hours, anyway. Whoever she comes to can talk her into eating something.”

“She’s been bed hopping to you guys, too?” I ask.

They both nod, and I pull her a little closer, like if I just held her tighter, she might make it through an entire night without the nightmares.

RJ presses one more kiss to her forehead before rolling out of the bed and pulling on sweatpants. “She’s been visiting Trips, too.”

Jansen looks confused, but RJ clarifies. “He’s been teaching her to box.”

“So no Trips and Clara cuddles? Damn,” Jansen says, before slipping into RJ’s vacated spot .

“You want that?” RJ asks.

“They both want that; they’re just not letting it happen. And I want Clara happy. She’s not right now and I absolutely hate it,” he says, lacing his fingers through hers.

“Same,” comes out before I can stop it.

We all just stay quiet for a while, RJ wheeling his chair over to his computer and opening surveillance footage from an unknown house. I watch him work, not wanting to leave this bed and do, well, anything else. Instead, I press my nose to Clara’s head, just needing this closeness, this moment without the ache of uselessness I’m constantly fighting when she’s awake.

Jansen runs one of her curls through his fingers, twisting to see what RJ’s up to. “When do you think we’ll hit it?”

“This is the house with the jewelry?” I ask, watching as RJ toggles through a few different views.

“Yeah. I found the jewels, but I don’t have a good feeling for the rhythm of the house yet. We’re looking at after New Year’s Eve.”

Jay’s face falls, and he basically dives into Clara.

“Dude. Are you okay?” I ask.

He closes his eyes. “Peachy. Tomorrow I’ll get to lift a wallet or two. After that, jewels. And maybe some cars. It’ll be a great winter break.”

“You said ‘peachy.’ Without an ounce of ‘peachy’ energy behind it. What the fuck’s up with you?”

He sighs, rolling out of the bed and pulling on his underwear, slumping cross-legged on the floor against the wall. “The need to do shit is just, bigger, I guess, than usual. But I’m sure it’s just an anomaly. Like a hangover. I’ll be fine. ”

“Have you been getting enough exercise? Regular sleep?” RJ asks, spinning in his chair, peering at Jay.

“Probably not, and I’m not sure what regular sleep looks like for me. Have I been sleeping? Yeah. Do I usually pass out at four or five in the morning? Also yeah.”

“When you’ve been out boosting cars?” I ask.

“Not just then. I don’t think I’ve gone to bed before midnight more than once or twice in the past month. Maybe longer.”

Clara murmurs, rolling into me, and the three of us share a look.

“How close are you to losing it, Jansen?” I whisper.

He scoots closer to the bed, playing with some of Clara’s hair that must have slipped toward the floor. “I’m fine, guys. Don’t worry.”

RJ rolls closer, his voice soft. “I believe you, Jansen. But if you’re ever not, you know we’re here to help.”

He rolls his eyes. “That was just one time. Don’t hold it over me. I’m fine. Seriously.”

RJ and I share a glance, but luckily Jay’s too caught up playing with Clara’s hair to see it. That one time lasted months, and while it fixed itself, it was terrifying to watch.

Jansen’s stomach rumbles, breaking my thoughts.

RJ stands with a chuckle, the tiniest grin hinting on Clara’s face, and something eases in me, just a little. This is entirely unconventional. But it’s right for her. And looking at the three of us, talking to each other, checking in not just on work or school or parties, but on our actual health, that’s new.

New closeness.

Deeper friendship .

And she gave that to us.

RJ pulls on his shirt. “I’ll bring up the food. Do I need to tell Trips?”

This gets Jansen’s attention. “He’s already gotten some food.”

“How would you know that?” I ask.

“I ran into him in the hallway a bit ago.”

I barely hold in the laughter that bubbles in my gut. “Back when you were buck-ass naked and still all blissed out?”

“Yup. Then.” Jay looks somewhere between sheepish and chuffed, like he can’t decide if he should be embarrassed when also, if Clara had her way, he’d have been in here with us.

RJ’s laugh is full, and while I don’t want to wake up Clara, I can’t help it when I join him.

Clara murmurs but doesn’t wake. And after grabbing food, none of us wants to leave her alone. So we don’t.