Twin Babies for my Pucking Defenders (Chicago Icebreakers #2)

22. Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Two

Jade

I’m a mess—a trembling mess as the waves of my orgasm roll through me, leaving me dazed and breathless. My legs are shaking and my body is limp against Axel’s chest. His fingers are still inside me, his thumb gently rubbing my clit like he’s trying to soothe me down from the high he just put me on.

My head falls back, resting on his shoulder, and all I can do is breathe, hard and shaky, trying to regain some kind of composure.

“You okay?” Axel murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear. His voice is low, deep, and even though I just came harder than I’ve ever come in my life, it sends a shiver down my spine.

“I’m okay,” I whisper, nodding against him. My chest is still heaving, heart racing like I just ran a marathon, but I’m okay. More than okay. I’m fucking great. “I’m...more than okay.”

He pulls his hand out of me, and I wince a little, still overly sensitive, but he’s gentle, wiping his fingers on the edge of the sheet. Then he’s wrapping me in my shirt, pulling it over my head like I’m something precious, something fragile. His lips find mine, soft and sweet, and I melt into the kiss, letting it ground me.

His touch is always so...reassuring. Like I’m safe with him.

“I need you to be sure,” he says, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. His gaze is intense, and I know what he’s asking. It’s not just about what happened right now. It’s everything. Us. Me, him, Carter, Nate.

“I’m sure, Axel.” I reach up, cupping his cheek, my thumb brushing over the stubble on his jaw. “I’m one hundred percent sure. I want this. All of you.”

He studies me for a second, his eyes searching mine like he’s making sure I’m telling the truth. Then he nods, kissing my forehead. “Okay, baby. As long as you’re sure.”

“I am.” And I mean it. God, do I mean it.

He smiles that lopsided grin that makes my heart do stupid things, and stands up, offering me his hand. I take it, letting him pull me to my feet. My legs are still wobbly, and I lean against him as we walk to the kitchen. “Let’s get you something to drink,” he says. “You’ve earned it.”

We’re in the middle of grabbing sodas from the fridge when there’s a knock at the door. I don’t even have to ask. The look on Axel’s face tells me everything I need to know.

“Carter,” he says, smirking as he pops the cap off my soda.

I don’t know why, but I feel a flutter of nerves in my stomach. I just had Axel’s fingers inside me, and now Carter’s here? It’s...a lot. But it’s also thrilling.

Axel walks to the door, and I follow him, leaning against the counter. The second the door opens, Carter’s eyes lock onto me, and before I can say anything, he’s crossing the room in two long strides, grabbing my face and kissing me like he’s been dying to do it all day. His lips are hard, demanding, but there’s something desperate about the way he’s holding me, like he’s been worried sick.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he murmurs against my lips, his hands sliding down to my waist. “I was so fucking worried.”

I smile, brushing my fingers through his hair. “I’m fine. Axel took good care of me.”

“Yeah, I fucking bet he did,” Carter mutters, pulling back just enough to glare at Axel over my shoulder. “We need to talk.”

Axel raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. “I was thinking the same thing.”

They stare at each other for a beat, the tension in the room thickening. I can feel it, like static in the air, and I know this conversation needs to happen. They need to figure their shit out. We all do.

I step back, giving them space. “Talk,” I say softly, leaning against the counter, my hands gripping the edge. “Get it all out.”

Carter lets out a long breath, running a hand through his hair. “Look, man. I’m not gonna pretend like I’m not competitive as fuck. I am. You know that. But I’m not here to fight you over her.” His eyes flick to me for a second, softening before they go back to Axel. “I’m here because I care about her. And if this is what she wants—us—then we need to be on the same fucking page.”

Axel’s jaw tightens, but he nods. “I’m not looking for a fight either, Carter. I want what’s best for her. I want her to be happy.” He glances at me, and his eyes soften too. “And if that means sharing her with you, then so be it. But I’m not gonna sit here and pretend like it’s easy for me. I fucking care about her, man.”

Carter nods, his face serious. “I care about her too. A lot.”

The air between them shifts, the tension easing just a little. It’s like they’ve both accepted that this is happening. That this is real. And that we’re all in this together.

Axel steps forward, clapping Carter on the shoulder. “We’re on the same team, man.”

Carter smirks, shaking his head. “Yeah, but you know we’re gonna compete, right? Always.”

Axel grins. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. They’re okay. We’re okay.

But before I can even process the relief, they’re both turning towards me, eyes dark, full of heat, and I know what’s coming next. My body tightens in anticipation, my heart skipping a beat.

“Now,” Axel says, his voice low and dangerous as he steps towards me, “let’s make sure our girl is feeling good.”

Carter’s right behind him, his eyes locked on mine. “Better than good.”

They descend on me at the same time, Axel’s hands on my waist, pulling me against him as Carter’s lips find mine again. The kiss is rough, needy, and I moan into his mouth, my hands grabbing onto his shoulders for support. Axel’s lips trail down my neck, his hands sliding under my shirt, and I’m lost in the feeling of both of them touching me, claiming me. It’s overwhelming. It’s too much, but at the same time, it’s exactly what I need.

Carter’s hand slides down to my ass, squeezing hard as he pulls me closer, grinding his hips against mine. I can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants, and fuck, it’s driving me crazy. I’m already soaked, my body aching for them, for both of them.

“Fuck,” I gasp as Axel’s mouth finds my collarbone, his teeth grazing my skin. “Please...”

“Please, what?” Axel murmurs, his lips brushing against my skin as his hands slide up to cup my breasts. “Tell us what you want, baby.”

“I want you,” I breathe, my voice shaky, desperate. “Both of you.”

Carter groans, his hand sliding up my shirt to cup my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple. “You’ll get us, Jade. All of us.”

My head falls back as their hands and mouths move over me, my body trembling under their touch. It’s so fucking good, so overwhelming, and all I can do is moan and cling to them as they take me apart piece by piece.