STORMS AND SEX CLUBS

SAINT VIEW SHORT AND SMUTTY

ELLE THORPE

WWW.ELLETHORPE.COM

A Saint View High, Saint View Prison, and Saint View Psychos Crossover Story

To avoid spoilers, these bonus scenes are best read after reading all three Saint View trilogies.

CONTENTS

1. Bliss

2. Mae

3. Mae

About the Author

Also by Elle Thorpe

1

BLISS

“Remember that time Nash almost got his dick pierced?” Scythe winced, pausing his TikTok scrolling to glance over at the rest of us sprawled across the couch.

War tossed a piece of popcorn into the air and caught it in his mouth. “Remember how he backed out like a pussy?”

Scythe grinned. “I just watched a video of this guy’s face while he had his done. Classic. I thought he was gonna pass out.”

It was typical Scythe to enjoy watching other people’s pain. I loved the man, but he was a complete psychopath.

I grabbed the popcorn bowl from War and settled it on my lap. Every day there was less and less room there as our little baby grew inside me. “Leave Nash alone. It’s not like either of you have anything interesting pierced.”

Scythe held up his phone so we could see the video in question. “I would at least not look as green as this guy. I thought he was gonna cry.” There was sheer delight in his voice.

I couldn’t even blame him. He didn’t get to maim and murder the way he once used to, working as a hitman for his family business. He had to get his fix somewhere now that he’d turned over a new leaf.

He shoved the phone closer to Nash’s face. “See the tears in his eyes? Lucky you backed out. You would have embarrassed yourself.”

Nash tugged me closer, pressing his lips to my hair, and ignoring Scythe’s gleeful teasing. He was well used to it by now, and Nash always took it in stride, knowing Scythe only mocked people he loved. “Actually, I was thinking again about getting it done. The idea is growing on me.”

Scythe threw down the phone so hard it bounced off the couch cushions and tumbled to the carpet. “Let’s go do it now before you back out!”

War put his hand on Scythe’s thigh and squeezed it. “Settle down there, before I assume you’re as into Nash’s dick as you’re into mine.”

Scythe winked at him. “You know I’m a one dick sorta guy.” Then he glanced at me with a laugh. “Unlike some people around here who need three to be satisfied.”

I rolled my eyes and tossed a piece of popcorn at him. “One is fine. Three is just better.”

War raised an eyebrow and glanced at the other two guys. “Did anyone else take that as a challenge?”

“Fuck yes,” Nash murmured, his deep growl vibrating through my chest and settling pleasantly right between my thighs. “If I’m going to be out of action for a few weeks, I need to get my fill of you now.”

I twisted so we were facing each other. “You’re seriously going to do it?”

“I talked to Dax at the tattoo parlor the other day. He said if I ever grow the balls to do it, he’ll fit me in any time. We’ve got time before we’re meeting Lacey and Mae and everyone else at the club…”

Heat flared at the thought of Nash’s ten-inch cock pierced with a barbell. About how it would feel, having it hit places deep inside me.

Nash moved in so his lips hovered over mine. “I won’t be able to use my dick for a few weeks, but that just means I get to go down on you every day instead.”

At just the idea of having him between my thighs every morning, a breathy moan slipped from my lips.

Nash caught it with his mouth, stealing a kiss before he pulled away, murmuring, “Yeah, it’s happening. Look how hot it’s got you. Fuck, I love when you look at me like that.”

I pulled away. “Your unpierced dick needs a good send-off first.”

“Hear! Hear!” Scythe called out. “Time for a little male-male action, huh, Nash? You finally going to join in with us?”

Nash grinned and shook his head. “Nope. I’m good watching. Got all I need right here.” He squeezed my thigh.

A warm glow lit me up at his words, and I got to my knees on the carpet. Nash widened his legs so I could fit between them. I stroked the growing bulge beneath his gray sweatpants.

Scythe shrugged, watching me feel Nash up. “I hear you. Watching is good.”

War raised an eyebrow. “That so?”

Scythe grinned at him. “You know I love watching you suck my dick. Or Bliss’s pussy. I’m an equal opportunity voyeur.”

War groaned and joined me on the carpet. Heat flared in Scythes gaze as he leaned back on the couch, mirroring Nash’s position.

War grabbed the back of my neck, twisting my head so I’d look at him. His smile was playful, full of mischief. “Did this just become a competition?”

I kissed his mouth, pressing my tongue past his lips to stroke against his before I answered. “Race you.”

I tugged on Nash’s drawstring, loosening the waistband enough that he could lift his ass and drag his sweatpants down. His thick cock was already hard from my fondling and watching me kiss War. I gripped him with both hands, sliding up and down his impressive length until he was fully erect, the blunt head of him just begging for my mouth.

With one hand still wrapped around his base, I licked the underside of his cock, running my tongue along the sensitive vein, before putting my lips around him.

Beside me, War did the same thing to Scythe, matching my movements, bobbing his head over the other man’s lap.

I squeezed my thighs together. I liked watching just as much as they did. The sight of two guys as into each other as Scythe and War were never failed to make me hot.

Nash speared his fingers into my hair, gathering the long auburn strands up into a ponytail he could wrap his fingers around. My scalp prickled deliciously at the slight tug he used to capture my attention again, and I rewarded him by taking him deep into my mouth.

With every plunge, he seemed to grow, and I flicked the tip of him with my tongue. Soon there’d be a bar through that, making the whole thing even more sensitive. I couldn’t wait to watch him unravel when I finally got to try it out.

“War, fuck. Faster,” Scythe groaned, jacking his hips and fucking into War’s mouth with abandon.

War took every thrust, his own dick thickening behind his pants. I worked Nash harder and faster, determined to catch up and have him on the verge, just the way Scythe was.

War won the game. Scythe came with a shout of ecstasy that drowned out the movie still playing in the background. War swallowed thickly, taking everything Scythe had given him, and then crawled up his body to kiss him. “Fucking love you,” he whispered, dragging Scythe’s T-shirt over his head, getting him completely naked. “But now I gotta make my girl come too.”

Excitement lit me up inside, knowing what was coming, and more than eager for it. Nash’s thighs tensed beneath my hands, and I knew he was holding back, trying to drag this out for as long as he could.

Behind me, War lifted my skirt, exposing my thong and ass cheeks. He took two handfuls, squeezing my ass deliciously before slipping his fingers beneath the fabric of my underwear. “Fucking love when you wear these little scraps of nothing. And even better when they’re as soaked as this one is right now. You horny, baby girl? You like watching him come in my mouth?”

I moaned my reply, not willing to stop working Nash for even a moment. War knew exactly how I felt about him and Scythe. It was why the four of us worked so well.

He had my thong off in a second, threads ripping in his haste to get me naked. Scythe slipped to the floor beside him, squirming his broad shoulders beneath me from one side. He rubbed a hand over my baby bump but it was his tongue that found his way to my clit.

“Oh!” I shouted around Nash’s dick, so the cry came out muffled. But that first touch of Scythe’s tongue was everything I’d been wanting. Everything I craved whenever I was around the three of them. Scythe sucked and licked me relentlessly while I did the same to Nash. Nash’s precum coated my taste buds, tangy and hot, just the way I liked. Scythe licked every inch of my arousal from between my folds, like it was honey he couldn’t get enough of.

War’s palm slapped my ass cheek, making it jiggle and he groaned. “Gonna get inside you now, baby girl. Can’t wait any longer.”

“Yes!” I moaned, pulling off Nash’s dick to pant with need. The pleasure surging through me was intense, need coiling deep just from Scythe’s tongue and Nash’s cock in my mouth. Those second trimester pregnancy hormones seemed to always have me sensitive and needy.

Thankfully, I always had men willing to help.

War pushed his cock inside my pussy, stretching me wide to accommodate his size and making me howl wantonly. “Oh, God!” I shouted, the pleasure of having them both work my body so intense I could feel the orgasm begin to take hold. “Not yet!”

I couldn’t come yet. I hadn’t had my fill of the way I felt when the three of them worshipped me like this. I never felt more loved or adored or as sexy as I did when all three of them wanted me at once.

War pulled out and Scythe eased up on my clit. When I glanced down between my legs at them, I nearly came again, watching War thrust into Scythe’s mouth before pressing back inside my body.

“Fuck,” Nash muttered. “Gonna come, Blissy girl.”

He always warned me. Always gave me the chance to pull away. I never took it. His hot cum hit the back of my throat and I swallowed him down, pleasure coursing through me at every drop, knowing it was me who’d done that to him. Me and my belly rolls and jiggly ass made this beautiful man come undone.

Nash was sinfully hot when he came and I drank in the sight of his abs flexing, and his head thrown back, cushioned by the back of the couch, as his orgasm stole over him. It rendered him completely helpless for a few minutes, and I reveled in the control he gave up to me so willingly.

I loved him with everything I had.

I loved all three of them with every ounce of my being.

I dropped my head down onto Nash’s lower abs, pressing my lips to his tightly muscled torso, while War and Scythe worked my lower body into a frenzy of lust and need.

Nash recovered quickly, pulling my dress over my head, and unsnapping my bra. “Up, Blissy girl,” he commanded. “Want your tits in my hands when they make you scream.”

I loved when they talked like that, bossing me around, telling me exactly what dirty things they wanted to do to me. It only built the need inside me, and I did as I was told, straightening so he could pull my bra off and cup my breasts. He tweaked my sensitive nipples, rolling and playing with them between his thumb and forefinger until sharp darts of pleasure zoomed all over my body.

“I need to come,” I moaned, my legs beginning to shake with the overwhelming need inside me.

War wrapped an arm around me for support as he fucked me from behind. His thick forearm fit perfectly beneath my breasts but above the bump that was our baby. His fingers splayed out protectively over her, holding me tight in the process.

Not one of them had a problem with my changing body. In the same way they’d all accepted I was never going to be a tiny, stick of a woman, they’d accepted my fuller breasts and baby bump without blinking an eye. They’d never once given me a chance to feel like I wasn’t still attractive to them. If anything, they were even more obsessed with me, taking care of me lovingly when I’d had morning sickness, and stepping up to the plate when that had passed, and I’d hit the second trimester horniness.

Nash leaned in and kissed me deep, drilling his tongue into my mouth, stealing my breath in a gasp. I hooked my arms around his neck as the orgasm whipped around my body, setting alight every nerve ending.

“Oh!” I screamed, breaking away as the thread holding me together snapped and I spiraled into myself. “Oh, God.” I buried my face in Nash’s neck and let the feeling overwhelm me. Every muscle gave out beneath the intense pleasure, and deep inside me, War came with a cry of his own.

All three of them were there to catch me on the downfall, War pulling out gently, leaving me aching and sensitive in the most perfect of ways. He picked me up easily, and I knew better by now than to fight him about my weight being too much. He deposited me gently on the couch once more, covering me with a blanket when, completely sated and satisfied, I closed my eyes and reveled in the afterglow.

But then there was a thump inside me, and my eyes flew open.

All three of their expression changed from relaxed calm to worry when they took in my expression.

“What?” Nash asked. “What just happened?”

I grabbed his hand and guided it to my belly.

The baby gave a resounding kick, well, hard enough that Nash’s eyes went wide. “Is that…”

Scythe shoved Nash out of the way in his haste to get a hand to my belly and was rewarded with another nudge from our unborn child. His grin turned wide. “Did the baby just high-five me?”

I took War’s hand and pressed it into the same spot. It took a moment of waiting, but then the little one inside me gave her third daddy a solid kick to his palm.

“Is that what you’ve been feeling the last few weeks?” he asked me, all three of their hands protectively on my stomach as the baby put on a show.

I nodded. “Not this strong. But she’s getting bigger.”

She settled down, and one by one, they gave up getting any more kicks from the baby they’d meet in just a few months. Scythe was the last to give up, but as soon as he did, he eyed Nash with a wicked grin. “Now that you got your dick sucked, ready to go get it pierced?”

War and I looked to Nash. I didn’t know about War, but I was fairly surprised when Nash nodded.

But within ten minutes, we were on our way to Saint View Tattoo, ready to get a Prince Albert.

* * *

It had rained the last time Nash and I had found ourselves at Saint View Tattoo Parlor. Today was no different. Rivulets ran down the glass shopfront, but the inside of the store was warm and dry. The walls were decorated floor to ceiling with Dax, the owner’s art, as well as that of his three brothers.

Scythe and War wandered around the room, inspecting each piece like they were in a museum.

Nash sat nervously beside me on the waiting room chairs while Dax sanitized his workspace, which consisted of a chair that looked like it belonged in a dentist office, and an array of equipment that looked like something out of a medical horror movie.

I caught Nash’s bouncing leg and squeezed the spot above his knee. “You don’t have to do this, you know.”

He was slightly green, just like the last time we’d tried this.

Scythe sniggered. “You’ve still got the other nipple to pierce if you want to back out.”

I bit my lip, fighting back a laugh. Nash was never going to live it down if he backed out again. Scythe would tease him endlessly. Though that was pretty standard practice at our place.

Dax patted the padded chair with a chuckle. “Come on, big boy. Up you get.”

The nickname was fitting. Because Nash’s dick had a reputation for its size. Which was one-hundred-percent warranted. It was a monster.

Nash stood, pulling me up with him, his fingers clutched tightly between mine. He swallowed so thickly, I could hear it, then led me slowly toward Dax, palm slick with sweat. He stopped about a foot away and stared at the piercing equipment in Dax’s hand.

“Does anyone have any water?” Nash’s voice was dry and raspy, as he ran a hand across his forehead. He wobbled again and I tried to let go of his hand to grip his biceps in an attempt to steady him.

Dax’s teasing smile dropped from his face. His eyes widened, and like he was suddenly in slow motion, he lunged forward, reaching for Nash. “He’s going down!”

As Dax predicted, Nash’s wobble turned into a full-blown buckle and his knees crashed to the ground.

I screamed, trying to catch him, but I was no match for his height and weight. He hit the floor hard, only narrowly avoiding face-planting into the tiles because Dax was quick enough to dive for his head.

“Oh, wow.” Scythe crossed his arms over his solid chest, watching the scene unfold. “And you all think I’m dramatic.”

War shoved him out of the way and knelt at Nash’s side. War tilted his head, studying Nash, and then slapped his cheek a few times. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. This ain’t the place for a nap.”

I punched War on the arm, but my main concern was making sure Nash was okay. I tried to calm my racing heart, knowing stress wouldn’t be good for the baby.

Nash was coming to anyway. He blinked a few times, looking around from his new vantage point on the floor, then groaned. “I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”

Relief fueled me. I brushed his hair back off his forehead. “Unlikely.”

Dax shoved his fingers against Nash’s wrist, checking his pulse against his wristwatch. After a moment, he dropped his arm, satisfied. “I think you’ll live. But perhaps this piercing isn’t for you.”

Nash struggled to sit up, batting War and Dax away when they tried to help him. “No, I’m doing it.” He tried to stand, and sat right back down on his ass again, looking dazed. “Somebody else get something tattooed and give me a minute to recover, will you?” he grumbled.

“I will!” Scythe with his golden retriever energy bounded over.

But War blocked him, plonking himself down on Dax’s seat before Scythe could beat him to it. “Me first.”

Dax and I helped Nash off the floor and into the waiting room chairs again, but once Nash was settled, Dax cracked his knuckles. “War stepping up to the plate! What’s it gonna be?”

“A Care Bear!” Scythe called gleefully. “The one with the rainbow on its stomach.”

War flipped him the bird, but then he softened, looking at me. “Actually, I want Bliss’s name.”

“Seriously?” I asked.

He nodded, pulling his shirt off. “Across my chest. Like Scythe’s.”

Dax raised an eyebrow in Scythe’s direction. “Show us what you got, so I know what I’m working toward.”

Scythe froze, his gaze planted firmly on War. Then slowly, he peeled his shirt off, revealing the crude scars Caleb’s knife had left in his skin.

They weren’t tattoos. They were trauma. A mutilation. But Scythe had worn them with pride. Every time I’d touched my lips to them and cried over how he’d suffered on my behalf; he’d told me my name in his skin would always be beautiful.

Tears pricked at the backs of my eyes, knowing War wanted his to match.

To Dax’s credit, he didn’t comment. Just nodded. “Give me ten minutes to get something sketched up.”

Hours later, War walked out of the tattoo parlor with bandages across his chest.

Scythe and I walked out together, his arm slung around my shoulders, the two of us picking up the pace to avoid getting soaked in the worsening rain.

And Nash walked out with his reputation restored, and an icepack on his pierced junk.

2

MAE

Rowe shifted and squirmed on the backseat of our new minivan. He smoothed his palms over his pants, and rolled his head from side to side, until something in his neck popped audibly.

Liam glanced over at him from his spot across the vehicle. “Nervous about going to a sex club?”

Rowe glared at him. “It’s fine for you and your public sex kink. But for the rest of us mere mortals, who generally prefer privacy over audience, it’s a bit awkward.”

“No one is indulging in any kinks outside the four of us.” Heath gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

I reached over and put my hand to the back of his neck, stroking my fingers through his hair soothingly. “Nobody is having sex tonight. Bliss said there’s no party, it’s their night off. They’re only opening for us. This is just a catch-up with friends. No funny business to be had.”

Rowe grumbled, staring out the window at the rain that was getting heavier by the minute. “This storm is getting worse. We should just go home.”

I shook my head determinedly. “Nope. Nobody is going home, you grump. Vincent has worked at this club for months now. He and Bliss have invited us multiple times, and we’ve chickened out of every one.”

“The baby…”

“Will be just fine with Tori and Perry.” I twisted around to look into the back where my two big guys were squished either side of our son’s car seat. “Please? We haven’t had a night out since Jay was born. We aren’t even thirty yet—”

“Speak for yourself,” Heath mumbled.

“What he said.” Rowe nodded his agreement, even though he was barely thirty himself.

A smile lifted the corner of my mouth. “Fine. Some of us in this car aren’t thirty yet.” I eyed Rowe because he was the worst perpetrator. “And we stay at home every night like we’re eighty.”

Liam grinned. “Nothing wrong with staying in. I don’t hear you complaining when the four of us, ‘watch a movie.’” He said it with air quotes, and I blushed, knowing exactly what he meant. The last time we’d all watched a movie together it had ended up in an all-night foursome, with me in the center, and coming more times than I could count.

But that was pre-baby. It had been a long while since we’d done that.

“I just wanted one night to get dressed up, put on clothes that don’t have baby puke on the sleeve, and feel pretty.”

“You’re pretty even when you’re covered in baby puke,” Rowe offered.

I smiled at him. “Charmer. But that’s not going to get you out of this. It’s just a couple hours of hanging out with our friends, and then we can go back home, and put on sweats while it rains outside. Deal?”

He didn’t get a chance to confirm or deny, because Heath was pulling into the parking lot of a huge gray building, with the most terrifying looking clown logo painted over the doors.

“Oh my,” I whispered, sitting back in shock at the horrifying image.

Heath chuckled. “Ah, there’s my Providence-born girl, coming out to play. Changed your mind?”

The trees around the parking lot thrashed in the wind, and thunder boomed overhead, giving the bar deep in the seediest part of Saint View an even creepier vibe. If I hadn’t just given Rowe a hard time about being a hermit, I might have suggested we go home after all.

But our friends were inside waiting for us, and ever since Bliss had told us about her club, where they held regular sex parties and kink nights, something inside me had been insanely curious. It had been me who’d pushed for this meetup, claiming the fact we wanted to support her business as an excuse to come here.

“We’re late. Everyone will be waiting for us. Let’s go.” I pushed open my door, squealing as the cold rain hit my skin. In an instant, Heath had rounded the van, holding his jacket over my head and we ran together toward the terrifying clown mural with Psychos painted in place of teeth.

We crashed through the doorway, Liam and Rowe catching up with us as we entered the lobby.

“You made it!” Bliss came running over. “I wasn’t sure if you would. It’s getting pretty gnarly out there.”

I hugged the other woman, mindful of her growing baby bump. “No way was a little bad weather keeping us from this catch-up. Look at your belly! You’re twice the size you were the last time I saw you.”

Bliss rubbed her bump proudly as Vincent came over. Or was it Scythe? I’d gotten to know Vincent when he’d been an inmate in my prison classroom, and I’d only gotten brief glimpses of his alter ego during that time. “Which psycho?” I whispered to Bliss.

“Vincent,” she whispered back. “Scythe was around earlier, but he knows you’re V’s friends more.”

If I hadn’t asked, I would have known the minute he opened his mouth. “It’s nice to see you, Miss Donovan.”

I smiled warmly at the man who’d saved both my life and my family’s lives more than once. I fought off the urge to hug him because I knew he didn’t really like it. “You know you can call me Mae, right?”

“I know.”

“But you’re not going to stop with the Miss Donovan thing, huh?”

“No.”

Heath gave a little chuckle and shook hands with the other man. “Good to see you, kid.”

Like Vincent would probably always call me Miss Donovan, Heath would probably always call Vincent ‘Kid.’ Vincent was anything but a child. He was tall and lean, fit and strong. But Heath had put himself in that father figure role when the two of them had shared a prison cell, and he probably wouldn’t ever see their relationship any differently.

Despite Vincent’s psychopathic and violent tendencies, he didn’t seem to mind the nickname.

I tucked my arm through Bliss’s. “So, give us the grand tour of this club we’ve heard so much about.”

Bliss’s eyes sparkled. “Let’s start with the party rooms.”

Heat flushed my face. “By party you mean…”

“Sex parties. Yep. We aren’t exactly known for our corporate events.” She let out a giggle. “Might be the clown on the door. Or the whips and bondage gear on the walls? Who knows?”

She led us through a door I wouldn’t have noticed if she hadn’t pulled back the curtain covering it and ushered us inside. We dropped our coats onto hangers in a coatroom, and with my heart thumping a little too fast, I followed Bliss through a door on the other side, and into a much larger space.

“So this is the main room.” Bliss waved an arm around. “Imagine dim lights, low music, and everyone in various states of undress. The bar is over there, that gets pretty busy on party nights. People like to congregate around it. But we also have waiters who walk around and serve drinks. We like to keep everyone pretty liquored up.” She grinned. “Helps ease inhibitions.”

I would definitely need to be very drunk to do the things I imagined happened in this room. “What are those for?” There were several huge gold cages on wheels, pushed to one side of the room.

Bliss grabbed my hand and towed me over to one. “They’re performance cages. We stagger them around the room, and have performers come in. They’re strictly for people to watch, unless invited to touch.”

I did a double take. “Wait, when you say performers…”

“I don’t think she meant jugglers.” Liam put his arm around my shoulders. “Right, Bliss?”

Bliss shook her head. “We normally have a solo female, and a solo male, who’ll dance, strip, and masturbate. Then we’ll have a couple. And normally we have a threesome or foursome as well.”

My eyes went wide. “And they just…”

“Have sex while an entire roomful of people watch.” Rowe finished the question for me. But I didn’t miss the deepening in his voice, or the way he stood a little closer to me, his heat radiating through my back. The urge to reach behind me and see if he was getting turned on struck me, but I stopped myself before I could.

We weren’t alone. Though the four of us were no strangers to foursomes, it had been a long time since we’d been spontaneous or public about it.

They’d been treating me so reverently since I’d had the baby. We’d had sex of course, I couldn’t have kept my hands off them that long, but it was one on one, and them treating me so gently. Like I was breakable. I loved being a mother, and the deep respect and love these men showed me, but I kind of missed how we’d been before. When they’d thought nothing of pulling over on the side of the road and fucking me until I couldn’t even get a word out, except, “Yes!”

Sometimes, I kinda just wanted them to completely disrespect me and shove me up against a wall.

Not that I’d told them that.

“Let’s keep going.” Bliss led our little group to the far side of the room, weaving through couches and tables and large mattress-shaped benches. “So people can do whatever they want out here in the main room. Watch. Participate. Go solo or join a group. Anything goes. But down here…”

We entered a wide hallway, and Bliss flicked on a light switch, illuminating the space gently. Then pointed to the first door. “This is my office, but that’s the only boring room on this side of the club.”

I laughed. “Why does that sound slightly terrifying?”

She grabbed my hand and towed me farther down the hallway. “You sound like me when I first got here. I promise, it’s anything but terrifying.” She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively as she opened the door to another room. “We’ve got all sorts of private rooms along this hallway that can be hired for the night. Some are pretty tame. Most people start with these ones along here that just have peepholes.”

“Peepholes are tame?” I choked out.

Bliss pointed to the room across the hall. “Comparatively. This one is attached to the room next to it, with a window so you can watch another couple. We’ve got several toy rooms, and then down the back are the bondage rooms. Do you want to see them?”

“Yes, please,” I answered so quickly that Liam glanced sharply at me and raised an eyebrow.

I elbowed him. “What?” I hissed. “I’m being polite.”

We walked down the hall side by side, and he laughed at me. “Polite. Sure. You answered so quick you should have won a gold medal for kink interest.”

“Shut up.” I hurried forward a few steps, leaving him behind me because the man knew me way too well, and I knew if I stood there next to him for a moment longer, he’d realize exactly how interested I really was.

I tucked my arm into Bliss’s and looked back over my shoulder to check the guys were all preoccupied by their own conversations. They were busy talking with Vincent, so I took the opportunity to quench my burning curiosity. “Do you…have you tried out any of these rooms?” I whispered to her.

She winked at me. “All of them.”

The two of us burst into laughter. She pulled me a little closer, keeping her voice low too, the conversation just for us girls. “Which one strikes your fancy? I happen to know the owner. I can get you in.” She laughed again.

I found my gaze straying to a room that had straps hanging from both the ceiling and attached to the bedframe.

Bliss nodded encouragingly. “That’s probably the best room we have. We charge a fortune for it because it’s a bit of everything. We call it a bondage room because of the installed restraints but there’s all sorts of goodies in there. You’re more than welcome to use it.”

“Where is everyone?” Nash called from the coatroom. “Lacey and the guys are here. You all coming out?”

Saved by the bell.

Bliss and I followed the guys back into the much more regular looking side of Bliss’s premises. This side was more like a sports bar. There was a big screen TV on one wall, that silently played an old episode of Friends, but I’d bet was mostly used for games. There were a couple of pool tables at the back of the room, and a bar with an attached kitchen taking up the other side. In the middle were a dozen or so tables that had all been pushed together to form one long one for our group to sit at.

Lacey jumped up and came rushing over to us, throwing her arms around both me and Bliss. “I’m so sorry we’re late! That storm is a doozy. Luna was scared and needed extra cuddles before we could get her down for the babysitter.”

Lacey, Bliss, and I had all formed an instant friendship, based on our unique relationship statuses. Lacey had three partners, one of them, Colt, worked with me and Rowe at the prison. His relationship with Lacey, and their other two partners, Banjo and Rafe, was the entire reason I’d realized I didn’t have to choose just one man when I’d fallen for three of them. They were the youngest of all of us, but they’d known what they wanted, and that was each other. They’d defied everyone around them, developing their own relationship, no care given to other people’s opinions, all care given to the feelings between them. They had been relationship goals since the moment I’d met them, and I was endlessly grateful for it. I couldn’t imagine my life any other way, and now Bliss seemed to feel the same. But it was Lacey, Colt, Banjo, and Rafe who had normalized it for all of us.

We all settled into the seats, each foursome naturally mixing ourselves up, so we could all talk. I found myself next to Banjo, and across the table from Vincent. With the group being so large, we fell into smaller, more personal conversations with whoever was close enough to hear without shouting over the storm that continued raging outside.

Vincent watched me with warm eyes, like he always did, content to sit and listen while I asked Banjo about how his football career was going. He answered politely, and continued the conversation, asking how our sons were, and if I’d gone back to the prison after my maternity leave.

But the more he talked, the more bothered I became. Normally, Banjo was sweet and kind and thoughtful, but also full of life and energy, barely able to sit still long enough for a meal before he was ready to go kick a ball or head to the beach for a surf. There was none of that spark in him today.

I touched his tanned arm gently. “Tell me to butt out if you want, but are you okay? You seem off tonight.”

Rafe leaned over from farther down the table, clearly having overheard our conversation. “I’ve been asking him the same thing all day.”

Banjo forced a smile when all of the others stopped their conversation to look our way. “I’m fine. It’s Augie’s birthday today, and I just feel a bit weird about it.” He glanced in my direction, but his words were loud enough for the entire table to hear. “Augie’s my brother.”

“Ah, shit.” Rafe raked a hand through his hair. “I didn’t realize the date.”

“Did he die?” I asked.

Banjo laughed. “No, sorry. I’m just being dramatic. We had a falling out a couple years ago. It’s no big deal.”

I cocked my head, studying him. “Kinda seems like it might be a big deal.”

His shoulders fell an inch. “You might be right. Things happened. At the time, cutting him out of our lives was the right thing to do. But now…” He shrugged. “I don’t know. Now I can kind of see it through his eyes, and maybe it wasn’t as black and white as I thought back then. He’s got this great little niece he’s never even met… He’s Luna’s only uncle…”

“You miss him.” Lacey got up and made her way along the table to wrap her arms around Banjo from behind. “He’s your only family.”

“You’re my family.”

She kissed his cheek. “You know what I mean. If you want to reach out to him, you can. He’s literally right around the corner.” She lifted her head and addressed the rest of us. “He works at Saint View Strip.”

Vincent sat up a little straighter. “My younger sister works there. Fawn. She doesn’t speak to me either, so other than finding out where she was, I don’t have any contact with her. She wants nothing to do with our family. And I respect that because I’m constantly trying to distance myself from our parents too.” He eyed Banjo. “But if she reached out to me, saying she wanted me back in her life, I’d be very pleased.”

Banjo nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it.”

Vincent gave him a nod of solidarity, but then the thunder outside cracked so loudly, I jumped a mile. Something crashed outside with an earsplitting bang.

“What was that?” Bliss cringed, clutching a hand over her chest.

We all scrambled to our feet, rushing for the windows at the front of the room, each of us cupping our hands around our eyes and trying to see through the sheets of rain outside.

Nash groaned. “Shit. It’s that huge tree near the driveway.”

I grimaced. The massive tree had been happily flapping around in the breeze when we’d driven down the private road that took us to Psychos parking lot. Now that same tree was very still, lying silently on its side across the road, ripped up from its roots by the gusty winds.

“Thank God the bar was closed to the public tonight.” Bliss wrung her hands. “There would have been cars parked there if this had been a party night. Someone could have been hurt.”

“But nobody was,” I assured her, trying to ease the worry lines that had popped up on her forehead. “We’re all fine. Safe and dry…”

“And stuck,” War supplied, staring at the huge trunk blocking the only road in and out. “There’s no way anyone’s cars are getting around that. I’ll get some of the guys from my club out here in the morning with chainsaws and we’ll make firewood of it. Hopefully the power stays on until then.”

“Even if it doesn’t, we have a generator,” Bliss assured us all. “There’s plenty of food in the kitchen and help yourselves to anything behind the bar. Looks like we’re here for the night.”

3

MAE

I was a little bit drunk. We all were, except for Bliss who was very patiently watching over all of us with an amused smile for her tipsy friends.

“Having fun?” she asked, handing me a drink across the bar top where she’d been mixing up cocktails.

I really was. “Is it weird how much I needed this? I love Jay and Ripley…”

“Of course you do!”

“They’re the best things that ever happened to me, bar their daddies. But God! This feels so good. No responsibilities! No worrying about bedtimes, or Ripley’s homework, or…” I laughed. “Being quiet while we have sex!” I clapped a hand over my mouth. “Sorry, was that too much information?”

Bliss laughed. “Not at all. Nobody likes sex on mute.”

“Right!” I definitely was a bit tipsy because I was really running my mouth right now. “Sometimes you just wanna grab their hair, hold their faces to your pussy, and ride their tongues until you scream. But you can’t do that when there’s a baby asleep in the next room.”

Bliss moved the drink away from me. “Okay, sex mama. I think you’re cut off.”

I snorted and stole the drink back. “Stop. I’m fine. But it’s true. Seriously, Bliss, ask Lacey. Enjoy all the loud orgasms now before you’ve got a bassinette in the corner of your bedroom. You’ll love that baby endlessly, but they’re total mood killers.” I glanced around the room. “Where is Lacey? She needs to back me up on this one.”

Bliss jerked her head toward the curtained off door, and the party rooms beyond it. “She, Colt, Rafe, and Banjo called it a night. They went looking for a bed.”

My eyes widened, and I twisted on my seat to stare at the door. “They did not!” I leaned into Bliss. “Which room did they choose?”

She winked at me. “Toy room, I think.”

“Go, Lacey. I’m impressed.” I bit my lip. “Where are you going to sleep?”

Bliss was trying to hold back her laughter. She put her elbows down on the bar top, resting her chin in her hands. “We’re going to take one of the peephole rooms. And we’re going to shut the cover, because friends don’t need to see friends in the position I’m going to be in tonight. You know, since you just warned me to get it while I still can.”

I slapped her arm. “Get out, you horn dog!”

She cracked up laughing and straightened to wipe her hands on her apron. “Hey, I’ve got second trimester pregnancy hormones to blame. What’s your excuse?”

I glanced over at my guys, all three of them standing around the pool table. Liam with his shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows to show off his forearms. He’d worn his glasses tonight and, damn, he looked sexy. Rowe and Heath stood side by side, Heath an inch or two taller and thickly muscled. His tattoo curled up the side of his neck and into his hair and I had the strong urge to trace it with my tongue. Rowe had loosened up considerably and was definitely a little on the drunk side. I could tell he was feeling the alcohol and the vibe of this place as much as I was, because when our gazes collided, heat flared in his. “Them,” I said to Bliss. “They’re my excuse.”

She glanced over at her own guys and nodded in understanding. She rounded the bar, pausing beside me to drop a small gold key into my palm. “The bondage room is yours for the night, Mae. Have fun.”

With barely a glance in their direction, War, Nash, and Vincent abandoned their drinks and followed Bliss through the coatroom.

I leaned back on the bar top, suddenly needing something to support me as a flood of heat rushed me. It was just me and the three men I loved left, and we had no where to be, and nothing to do.

Except each other.

I wandered across the room to them, and watched Heath shoot the final ball into the pocket of the pool table. It went in effortlessly, and he grinned as he straightened. It was only then he noticed the entire room had emptied out. “Where’d everyone go?”

“To bed.” I held up a key and dangled it in front of him. “Bliss gave us one too.”

A wicked glint gleamed in his eye as he took the key from my fingertips. “That so?” He turned it over in his hand, but then shoved it deep in his pocket. “What if I don’t want to go to bed?”

He moved in closer, caging me in so the edge of the pool table pressed against the back of my hips. “What if I want to indulge the thoughts I’ve been having all night…”

He dropped his hands to the table edge, bringing our heads to the same height.

“What thoughts would they be?” I asked.

I wasn’t a tiny woman. I was curvy—even more so since having Jay—but Heath lifted me easily, sitting me on the pool table.

He pushed my knees apart, making room for his big body in between, and brushed his lips over mine. “I’ve been thinking about lifting your skirt and taking you on this table ever since we got here.” His lips slipped to my neck, sucking a hot trail of open-mouthed kisses over my pulse. “I haven’t seen you wear one of these skirts in so long. I’d forgotten how good the access is.”

His hand ran up my inner thigh, gathering up the material of my long, flowy skirt as he went. He was right. I’d ditched my skirts in favor of sweat pants lately, but as Heath’s fingers found my clit, I vowed to start wearing them every day again. I clutched his shoulder as pleasure spiked from his touch.

“I thought we weren’t doing anything kinky tonight,” Liam said with a chuckle. But he and Rowe leaned back on the wall, behind Heath, watching me intently while Heath worked my body. “Not complaining though. We should make full use of our child-free night if you ask me.”

“We have a room,” I whispered when Heath thrust two fingers up inside me. “We shouldn’t be doing this here. Someone could come out.” But at the same time, despite my protests, I undid Heath’s belt and jeans and freed his thick cock.

“Too late, sweetheart,” he said into my neck. “Been too long since I had you like this. Gonna make you come but I gotta fuck you first.”

A thrill shot through me. This was the way we’d always been before the baby had been born. We’d been spontaneous. Public. Passionate. All of us so desperate for each other we couldn’t wait until we were safely home, in the privacy of our cabin.

“I’ve missed this,” I admitted to them, drawing Heath closer, notching his dick at my entrance. We’d had sex since the baby, but not like this. Not hot and dirty and raw.

“We didn’t want to push you,” Heath said carefully, pulling back to check my expression. “You birthed a child, Mae. That’s a lot.”

I leaned in and kissed him. “You aren’t pushing me. I want this. I want you. All of you.” I clutched at his hips, pulling them forward, encouraging him to take me.

He sank inside, and we both moaned gratefully. I hadn’t needed a lot of foreplay. I never had when I was around them, though all three of them loved to torture me with buildup until I was pleading for them to let me come. But not tonight. Tonight, Heath and I would do this hard and fast, before anyone caught us.

He kissed me deeply while he thrust in and out of me, each one bottoming out, his pubic bone hitting my clit deliciously. I wanted to be naked, stripped bare for him to suck and feast on, but there’d be time to slow this down later. Right now we both needed to come, just once to take the edge off.

My panties ripped in Heath’s grip, and he pushed me back gently, so I was laid out on the green felt table. “Bring your legs up,” he encouraged, lifting my skirt all the way so my lower half was fully exposed, coolish air wafting over my wet clit. I drew my legs up so my heels also rested on the tabletop.

Liam groaned from his vantage point, but neither he nor Rowe got up to join us. They would have been welcome, but they instinctively seemed to know what I needed.

Heath pressed two fingers to my clit, rolling and rubbing it in time with his thrusts. It was hard and fast, punishing sex that felt so freaking good. The good feelings turned into a storm that matched the one still howling outside. Each push of his hips, each touch of his fingers, had me closer and closer to climax until I was panting with need. “Heath,” I moaned.

As always, he knew exactly what I wanted. He slammed into me, pushing me over the edge with his talents and experience and knowledge of my body.

He never came first. None of them did. It was some unspoken rule the three of them had created, and they stuck to it like it was a law. He made me come, my body squeezing around his and setting off his own orgasm. He kissed me hard, and I swallowed down the noises he made, his cum spilling inside me.

Our bodies clenched and pulsed together, and when my head stopped spinning, I kissed his neck softly, but my words were for the two men standing behind Heath, their gazes trained intently on me. “Take me to bed.”

Heath buttoned his pants again and scooped me up. He strode through the club like he’d done it a hundred times, expertly navigating the sort of secret door and coatroom and carrying me to the back of the hall where our room waited for us.

I didn’t miss the low moans coming from two other rooms, both doors closed.

But then Heath was placing me in the middle of the large bed, clearly made for more than just two people. Rowe and Liam followed us in, eyeing the restraints, and the array of toys in a glass cabinet.

Rowe’s gaze was so hot it seared me. “Did you ask Bliss for this room?”

A blush glowed over my skin. “I might have expressed an interest.”

“Why this room?”

My heart thumped behind my chest. “Because I want us back. The pre-baby us. The four people who tried new things because we couldn’t stand not touching each other.”

“I can’t stand not touching you right now,” he whispered.

“Then touch me.”

He crawled over me, pulling my elastic waist skirt down when I lifted my hips for him. In a second, he had my top off, and then my bra. It had taken him less than a minute to strip me naked, all while he remained fully clothed.

I reached for him, but he caught my wrist, pinning me to the bed. “You asked for this room because you want us to tie you down?”

I squeezed my thighs together and admitted the fantasy I’d been imagining since I’d caught a glimpse of this room on the tour Bliss had given us. “Yes.”

Liam joined Rowe, the two of them pinning my arms above my head and fastening the cuffs around my wrists. Heath moved forward and spread my legs, exposing my weeping pussy. Liam and Rowe locked in my ankles, but Heath stared down between my thighs, swiping the thick cum that seeped from inside me.

“You look so fucking hot, lying there like that, with my cum sliding out of your cunt.” He pushed it back inside me, fingering me again, and starting up that slow orgasm build he was so good at.

He moved aside when Rowe and Liam were done and let them take their turn. Rowe’s hands grazed up and down my body, exploring every curve, stretchmark, and dimple on my post-child body. He always did this, revering every bump and bulge, loving on each one in a way that had made me love them too. This body had carried a baby. Given him life and fed him for months. I had nothing but love for myself, because these men had shown me that this body was desirable, and worthy of their love.

Like he’d read my mind and was determined to prove it, Rowe cupped my breasts. He’d always loved how they overspilled his hands, and now he pushed my breasts together, so he could alternate kisses and licks to each nipple.

Liam moved between my legs, using Heath’s cum to lubricate my clit, before moving lower, fingers pressing between my ass cheeks, touching that spot in between that never failed to take me to some higher place of need. He rubbed his slick fingers over my ass, kissing my inner thighs, and chuckling at the tremble in them. He rimmed my asshole, stretching me, getting me ready for what he knew I wanted.

I ached to touch them. To feel their warm skin and hard muscles beneath my hands. I reached for them, but the cuffs pulled at my wrists, not hurting but tightening pleasurably. “Let me taste you.”

Rowe looked up from my breasts, desire in his eyes. He leaned forward and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I fell into his familiar taste, though it hadn’t been what I meant. So when he pulled away, I stated exactly what I wanted. “Let me suck you.”

He made a sound of approval in the back of his throat as he stood, pulling his T-shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor. I forced my gaze to stay on him, even though need curled through me from what Liam was doing. The urge to throw my head back, close my eyes, and completely give into them was overwhelming.

But I wanted to see him naked. I hadn’t gotten nearly enough of his skin in the last few months. Or the strong, thick erection that sprang free when he lowered his pants. “Come here,” I whispered, voice husky with need. “I need something else to concentrate on before Liam makes me come too quickly.”

Liam grinned around a mouthful of pussy.

Having Rowe’s dick in my mouth was exactly what I needed. He was soft velvet over steel, warm and delicious as he prodded past my lips, moving slowly at first, his knees digging into the mattress beside my head. I stared up at him through my lashes, my eyes hooded with desire.

He reached down and brushed aside a lock of my hair. “Is this what you wanted?”

I nodded and moaned when he started a shallow thrust into my mouth. I ran my tongue along the underside, flicking at the sensitive vein that ran along his cock, and a gush of arousal bloomed between my thighs. He pushed his hand into my hair and took what he needed from me.

He knew me. He knew what he could take and what he couldn’t. We’d done this so many times before, it was practiced and precise, no errors made when we knew each other’s bodies the way the four of us did. Time hadn’t let any of us forget.

Heath moved in behind him, and Rowe groaned at his touch. Heath had gotten himself naked, his dick hard and strong again, this time not for me but for Rowe. “Liam…”

Liam looked up from between my thighs, and instinctively knew what Heath needed.

I moaned when Heath’s fingers found my core, gathering up my arousal, Liam’s saliva, and his own cum. He wrapped one arm around Rowe’s muscled torso, holding him tight to his body while he coated his dick.

Rowe’s dick pulsed inside my mouth when Heath took him from behind. He stilled for a moment, trembling while Heath fucked him slow. But gradually, Heath’s thrusts and grip pushed Rowe in and out of my mouth, the two of us building him up until his abs were flexing and his precum hit my tongue.

I gasped when Liam replaced his mouth with his dick. He moved slowly, entering me inch by delicious inch, until I was physically humming with need for him. The alcohol I’d consumed mixed pleasantly with everything they’d done to my body, all of it going to my head.

Heath picked up his pace, fucking Rowe harder now, his teeth pressed to the meaty part of Rowe’s shoulder in biting kisses that would probably bruise.

Rowe clearly didn’t mind at all. The sounds that left his mouth matched mine, taking the railing because it was what we both wanted. Liam’s dick was hard and perfect, just like the rest of him. He’d left his glasses on, and he was so effortlessly sexy it didn’t seem fair for all of that to be contained in one human being. Everything he did pushed me higher and higher, each thrust taking me closer to that breaking point my body so desperately desired.

He unstrapped my feet with a quick pull of the restraints, and I shouted around Rowe’s cock. Liam lifted my legs, hooking my knees over his forearms to change the angle.

It was everything I hadn’t known I needed. He plowed into me, taking me over the edge in an explosion of fireworks and shouts of ecstasy.

Heath groaned out his release, letting go inside Rowe’s body, and I eagerly took everything Rowe had to give. He came into the back of my throat, cum hot, eyes burning with desire.

Liam was the last to release. His final strokes were sure and strong, throwing me into a third orgasm when he let go of one leg and reached between us for my clit.

I shouted, not caring how loud I was or if the others could hear me. I wanted them to. I wanted the entire freaking world to know that these three men claimed me. My body, it’s bumps and rolls, and stretchmarks included. I wanted to scream from the top of my lungs that they were mine, and always would be, because I was never letting them go.

Liam flopped down on top of me, and Rowe and Heath spooned in against my side. All four of us breathed heavily, our skin sticky with sweat and arousal and cum and none of us caring one bit.

I sighed contentedly, a rush of feeling overcoming me.

I felt like me again.

Mae the woman, not just the mother.

It made me brave. I needed this. More of it.

Hours later, after we’d showered, slept, and the sun had risen on a calm clear morning, when Bliss winked at me and asked if we’d like an invitation to the next party they held, I didn’t hesitate in saying yes.

THE END

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Elle Thorpe lives in a small regional town of NSW, Australia. When she’s not writing stories full of kissing, she’s wife to Mr Thorpe who unexpectedly turned out to be a great plotting partner, and mummy to three tiny humans. She’s also official ball thrower to one slobbery dog named Rollo. Yes, she named a female dog after a dirty hot character on Vikings. Don’t judge her. Elle is a complete and utter fangirl at heart, obsessing over The Walking Dead and Outlander to an unhealthy degree. But she wouldn’t change a thing.

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