Page 59 of Under Rusted Stars

“Jett,” I say softly.

“Guys, can y’all give us some time?” Bodhi says to Luke and Kate.

“Absolutely,” Kate says. “I’ll just listen from downstairs.”

“Come on, peeping tom,” Luke laughs. When they leave, Rhett and Bodhi sit on either side of us.

I look at Bodhi, because I need to know he is truly okay with this. “What, love?” Bodhi asks me with a soft smile.

“How jealous are you?” I ask slowly.

“Enough that if you ride his cock, I’ll want to join,” Bodhi answers. “And we know that Rhett won’t want to be left out.”

“You don’t have to pretend,” Jett says softly to me, like he’s sparing me.

“You think I’m pretending?” I ask.

“How about this,” Bodhi says with a wicked smile. “Give Jett some space and spend a little time with Rhett.”

“I’m right here when you are ready,” I say to Jett, softly kissing him before moving to the bed. Jett sighs and turns to watch when Rhett moves me back to lie down. He gently trails light kisses up my thigh, kissing my scars. Bodhi moves to sit on my other side and leans down to kiss me.

Rhett gently pushes my thighs apart, and I sigh as I relax into the bed when he kisses around my pussy, teasing me.

“Fuck,” I gasp when his tongue flicks across my clit.

“Look at you, pretty girl,” Bodhi praises. “You are so damn pretty when you are relaxed.”

“He’s going to tease me,” I whine.

“He will be good. Won’t you, Rhett?” Bodhi laughs.

“If I don’t go slow, I’ll overstimulate her for the fun of it,” Rhett warns, making me yelp when he lightly nips my clit.

“Talk to him, Liv,” Bodhi says.

“Please… Soft and slow is excruciating,” I say. “I’m okay. I don’t want you to pretend to be something you aren’t.”

“And I am not a gentle man,” he says, warning me.

“Good,” I say.

Rhett grunts his approval and buries his face between my thighs. I moan and arch off the bed when he starts licking and nipping my clit, hyperfocusing on that one spot. He slides two fingers into me and curls them, and I cry out as I lift my hips and grip onto his hair.

“FuckFuckFuck,” I moan. “Oh my God, yes. Please.”

Jett moves down to prop on his elbow next to me before gently kissing me. I whimper and moan into his lips as we kiss, and both he and Bodhi slip their hands up my shirt to knead and squeeze my breasts. Rhett keeps me on edge and never lets me fall.

“You gonna let the poor woman come?” Jett asks, chuckling.

“No, but you can if you think you can do a better job,” Rhett says, challenging Jett.

“Please,” I whine. “Please, Jett.”

“Fuck. Come here,” he groans, taking me away from Rhett. He lies back when he pulls me into his lap, and I pull his boxers down to free his cock.

“Do you want me?” I ask Jett. “Please don’t make yourself…”

“No,” he grunts, grabbing my hips. “I need you.”