Chapter 9

HUNTER

I should be excited. I should be counting the hours.

It’s Friday. Gina and Bailey are coming over tonight. Chloe’s made no secret of it—this is the weekend. The three of them, me. Together. She didn’t say it outright, but it’s in her eyes every time she looks at me. The way she bit her lip at the door this morning. The way she told me to rest up.

But I can’t focus.

My phone buzzes against my desk and I already know who it is.

Found one more box. Want to help me go through it?

Heidi.

I stare at the message. It’s like she’s playing chicken with me and I’m not sure which of us is supposed to flinch first. I told myself I wasn’t going back. Not so soon. Not until I figured out what the hell that moment was between us—her hand on my wrist, the way her voice dipped when she said I wasn’t that kid anymore.

But here she is. Another box. Another excuse.

I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t even be thinking about her. I’m on the cusp of the kind of night most men only fantasize about. Three women—Chloe, Bailey, Gina—are going to be in my bed. Maybe on their knees. Maybe tangled together. Maybe worshipping me like Chloe keeps whispering they will.

And yet...

I type out a reply, then delete it. Type again. Finally settle on:

I’ve got plans tonight. Maybe Sunday?

Three words. “Maybe Sunday.” And just like that, I’ve scheduled myself for another descent into whatever the hell this is with her. Something not quite family. Not quite safe. Not quite forgivable.

My fingers tap restlessly against the desk.

I can’t stop picturing her. That low laugh. The way she cupped herself without thinking. The way she offered—no, remembered—that moment when she told me I could touch them.

I’m about to have the night of my life, and I’m distracted by a woman I once called Mom.

On the drive home, I try to focus. I should be aroused. Anticipating. I should be rehearsing possibilities—what if Bailey’s on top and Chloe’s behind her? What if Gina takes my cock in her mouth while Chloe watches? What if they all take turns?

But all I can see is Heidi. That glass of wine in her hand. Her makeup just a little off. That flash of something in her eyes—not seduction, not affection, just hunger. Like she’s starving and I’ve become the last thing left.

I shift in my seat. Adjust myself. Traffic crawls.

Tonight is going to be perfect.

So why do I feel like I’m already breaking apart?

HEIDI

Heidi stared at her phone long after the text came in.

I’ve got plans tonight. Maybe Sunday?

She didn’t reply. She didn’t throw the phone across the room either, though the temptation was real.

Of course he had plans.

Of course he wasn’t coming.

She told herself she wasn’t surprised. That it was better this way. That it gave her the weekend to get her head on straight, to stop being that woman—needy, delusional, teetering on something pathetic. But the quiet in the house pressed on her like static. Her wine tasted flat. Her fingers wouldn’t stop twitching.

She wanted something and it wasn’t just sex.

It was his presence. His warmth. The way he looked at her like she was real again.

But the ache between her legs refused to be noble. She paced her bedroom in her robe, thighs bare, Chloe’s stupid text still echoing in the back of her mind.

“I don’t know what you’re going through, but I’ve been there. That kind of hunger? It doesn’t go away on its own.

She hated how much it had landed. How it followed her into sleep and woke her in the morning. How it looped in her head between flashes of Hunter’s jaw, his mouth, the weight of his body pressing hers down.

She closed her eyes and imagined it again—his cock between her breasts, hot and insistent, her hands squeezing tight as he fucked the space between them. His face twisted in bliss. His voice cracking when he warned he was close. And then the warmth—spilling across her chest, her collarbone, her chin.

Marking her. Claiming her.

And God help her, he didn’t look like his father anymore. He looked better. Stronger. Like the best version of what she used to think she wanted.

She bit her lip and pulled the robe tighter around her shoulders.

The house was too quiet.

She didn’t want a fantasy. She wanted his voice in her ear. His sweat on her skin. Him.

CHLOE

Chloe had taken the day off work. She’d cleaned the apartment twice, scrubbed the bathroom grout with a toothbrush, and still found herself pacing by four p.m. The place wasn’t perfect, but it smelled like lemon and fabric softener and the faint trace of her own perfume.

Hunter would be home in two hours.

Gina would be here even sooner.

Chloe stood in the bathroom, tweezing the same spot on her eyebrow for the third time. She’d already shaved, moisturized, checked herself from every angle. She ran her fingers over her inner thighs, making sure every inch felt soft, smooth, kissable. If someone was going to put their mouth on her, she wanted it to feel like heaven.

She checked her breath. Mint. Good.

When the doorbell rang just after five, she jumped. It wasn’t Gina.

“Hey,” Bailey grinned, slipping in through the door with a quick, breathless energy. “Hope I’m not too early.”

Chloe laughed. “You’re perfect. Come in.”

Bailey dropped her overnight bag and immediately launched into conspiratorial giggles. “I wore my regular work clothes so no one would suspect, but—” She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open just enough to reveal a lacy red bra, then hiked up her skirt to show matching panties. “Also, I brought ... options.”

She opened her bag to reveal a few sexier things—straps, lace, even something that looked like it vibrated.

“Jesus,” Chloe whispered, grinning. “You’re ready.”

“A little nervous,” Bailey admitted. “But mostly? So ready.”

They took edibles about twenty minutes later. Bailey flopped onto Chloe’s bed, and they laughed until their stomachs hurt. Chloe’s bed was a full, firm mattress that barely fit two people, let alone what she had in mind. But it was better than Hunter’s sagging queen.

By the time Gina arrived, Chloe was halfway through a halfhearted attempt to curl her hair. Gina waved a bottle of wine like a prize and kissed both of them on the cheek. She took over Chloe’s vanity and started doing Chloe’s makeup, going heavier than Chloe would’ve dared. Winged eyeliner. Smoky eyes. A mouth like ripe fruit.

By the time Hunter’s key turned in the lock, Chloe and Gina were both in lingerie—laughing too hard at some private joke. Bailey peeked out from Chloe’s room, face flushed, clearly already buzzed.

Chloe stood, heart pounding, as Hunter stepped inside.

The party had started.

Hunter blinked at the scene in front of him.

Lingerie. Laughter. Chloe on the couch with Gina tucked against her, fingers tangled loosely in her hair. Bailey’s flushed face peeking out from the bedroom doorway.

“Hey,” Chloe said, rising to greet him. Her smile was wide, a little too bright. “You made it.”

“Barely,” he muttered, dropping his bag by the door. “Traffic was a nightmare. I need like ... a beer and ten minutes of silence.”

“Shot and a beer, then,” Chloe said, already moving to the kitchen. “You’ve got some decompression catching up to do.”

She poured something amber into a glass and handed him a cold bottle with a wink. Gina giggled and whispered something in her ear. Chloe just smirked.

“He looks overwhelmed,” she said softly, loud enough for all of them to hear.

Hunter downed the shot in one go, eyes darting between the three of them.

“So,” he said slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Is this ... am I underdressed? Or overdressed?”

Bailey stepped fully into the room, fingers unbuttoning her blouse as she moved. “I was told to show you what I packed.”

She let the fabric fall open, revealing blue satin. Then, with a shy little smile, she hiked up her skirt to show the matching set beneath.

Chloe and Gina made an appreciative noise in unison. Chloe slid her arm around Gina’s waist, tugging her closer.

They kissed, slow and soft, Chloe’s hand slipping along Gina’s thigh as their bodies pressed together. Gina melted into it, one hand on Chloe’s hip, the other cradling her cheek.

Hunter swallowed hard. His beer remained unopened.

Chloe broke the kiss with a breathy laugh. “You like watching us?”

Bailey turned toward him. “You’re hard already.”

Chloe nodded, her eyes dropping to his jeans. “You are.”

Bailey looked to Chloe, waiting for direction. Chloe didn’t hesitate.

“Unzip him.”

Hunter raised his hands in mock surrender. “I haven’t even opened my beer yet.”

Chloe stepped closer, fingers trailing down his chest. “You don’t need beer.”

She leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

“You need this.”

Hunter gave a half-laugh, half-groan. “Can I at least shower first? I’ve been at work all day.”

Chloe’s hand slid lower, fingers toying with the button of his jeans. “Later. I want you like this. Tired. Edgy. Messy. That’s how you come undone.”

Gina, lounging nearby with her legs tucked under her, raised an eyebrow. “Is he always this hesitant?”

Chloe grinned. “Only until things get slippery.”

She shot a look at Bailey. “You should’ve seen her the other night. Left a puddle on his stomach.”

Bailey’s eyes widened. “Chloe! I told you that in confidence.”

Chloe smirked. “It was too good not to share.”

Gina’s lips parted. She looked between them, stunned and visibly intrigued. “Wait—she squirted on him?”

Bailey, already flushed, buried her face in her hands. “Oh my god.”

Gina sat up straighter, eyes sharp. “Do it again. I want to see.”

Bailey peeked through her fingers. “I can’t do it on command ... It just sort of ... happens sometimes. Usually when...”

She trailed off, biting her lip.

“ ... when there’s pressure back there.”

There was a pause.

Gina blinked, then let out a low exhale, almost reverent. “Jesus Christ, Bailey.”

She turned to Chloe, voice half-accusation, half-awe. “You’ve been holding out on me.”

Chloe shrugged, wicked. “Told you she’s full of surprises.”

Bailey laughed nervously, reaching for her wine. “I swear, I’m never telling either of you anything again.”

As the laughter settled, Chloe turned her attention back to Hunter.

She dropped to her knees in front of him with practiced ease, fingers working open the button on his jeans, then the zipper. She glanced up once to catch his expression—wide-eyed, breath hitching—before tugging his pants and boxers down just far enough to free his cock.

It sprang upward, flushed and already leaking.

Chloe cupped him with one hand, thumb stroking along the shaft as if presenting a gift to the room.

“Focus, girls,” she said, not looking away from him. “He’s ready for us.”

Gina leaned in closer, eyes locked on Hunter’s cock. “I can’t imagine that fitting in Bailey’s ass.”

Bailey choked on her wine, laughing. “Jesus, Gina!”

“I’m serious! You’re tiny.”

Still grinning, Bailey crawled over and knelt beside Chloe, reaching out to gently stroke Hunter’s shaft.

“It’s my favorite kind of sex,” she said, voice lower now. “I don’t know why. It just ... is.”

Chloe tilted her head and crooked a finger at Gina. “Come here. Kneel with us.”

Gina hesitated for half a second, then obeyed. The three of them knelt together in front of him, gazing up.

Hunter stood stock-still, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, his erection bobbing under the attention.

Then, without a word, he reached for his beer, popped the cap, and took a long swig.

Chloe blinked, then cracked up. “Way to break the mood, dummy.”

Gina didn’t laugh. She leaned in, tongue flicking out to taste him before drawing one of his balls into her mouth with aching slowness. Her eyes never left his.

Bailey followed without hesitation, kissing the base of his shaft, then mimicking Gina—delicate, reverent, both of them suddenly quiet with focus.

Hunter’s hand clenched around the neck of the bottle.

Chloe, still kneeling between them, smiled like a queen watching her court kneel. “Okay,” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else. “Now we’re getting somewhere.”

Then she leaned in.

Without warning, Chloe took Hunter into her mouth—slow, purposeful, her lips sealing around him with practiced ease. He groaned aloud, head tipping back.

Gina and Bailey stayed close, their faces brushing against Chloe’s as they all crowded around him. Chloe could feel their cheeks, their breath, their hunger—so much warmth pressed together.

This was fun. Wild, decadent, unreal—and hers.

She took him deeper, savoring the stretch in her throat, before pulling back and lifting her head.

“Your turn,” she murmured to Gina, voice husky, eyes gleaming.

Then she shifted aside, clearing the way with a satisfied smirk.

Chloe got to her feet and grabbed her phone from the counter. She circled behind Hunter, raised the camera, and took a few photos from just over his shoulder—capturing Gina and Bailey on their knees, lips parted, eyes wide, worshiping.

Bailey broke off long enough to gasp, “I want a copy of that.”

Hunter groaned, hips twitching.

“Switch,” Chloe said, already snapping another shot. “Bailey, Gina—switch places.”

They obeyed without question, repositioning themselves while Chloe framed the new shot, smiling behind the phone.

“This is insane,” Bailey said, half-laughing as she settled into place. “Like, I’m going to remember this for the rest of my life. Or maybe disassociate from it. I’m not sure yet.”

She didn’t even have to pose them. They were beautiful just like this.

Chloe selected the best two photos—one raw, one almost tender—and forwarded them to Heidi without comment. Just a ping. A quiet ripple sent out into the dark.

Then, without missing a beat, she looked to Hunter and said, “Get behind her.”

Hunter blinked, still dazed.

“Gina,” Chloe added, already reaching down to help guide her into position. “Let her have it.”

Gina climbed onto the couch, bracing herself on her elbows, ass lifted toward him in invitation. Hunter moved behind her, hands sliding along her hips, still unsure if this was real.