They’re dripping, and I’m soaking wet.

  I lock eyes with Jagger and without saying anything I lie on my back. He lodges himself between my legs and fills me up. That’s all it takes. Pleasure rolls through me as I feel his body on top of mine, his hard cock thrusting into me. His eyes get soft, and that’s when he starts to kiss me, his body moving on top of me as my inside turns into a pool of pleasure.

  “I love you, Jagger.”

  “I love you, too.”

  He swiftly glances at Braxton who’s lying by our side. I tilt my head to Braxton, and he starts kissing me as Jagger rolls his hips, filling my core over and over again. The pleasure is out of this world. It’s like an orgasm in slow motion. He pulls back for a moment, and Braxton takes his place, filling me up, setting my center ablaze.

  Jagger starts to kiss me this time, and I’m on the cusp of combustion.

  “Take her, Brax,” he says, and then he murmurs to me. “Come.”

  I roll to my side, and he swiftly fills me again, my gaze sunk in his eyes, my fingers brushing his face as Braxton slowly opens me and slide his hard flesh inside my butt.

  I gasp, and Jagger smiles. I moan and then I slightly move.

  “Easy baby,” Jagger purrs. “We’re both loaded.”

  His hand slides behind my ass, cuffing Braxton’s cock as he slowly drives it into me.

  “Oh, fuck,” he rumbles behind my back.

  “Jagger...” I murmur.

  He starts moving as well, his eyes flooded with lust. He runs his tongue over his lips and lets his eyelids slide down, a groan exploding on his parted lips, and then we all turn into bliss.

  VIOLET, Rome

  “Strip for fuck’s sake!” Braxton says, tugging at my bra.

  “I can’t do it.”

  “Yes, you fucking can,” he says laughing.

  He manages to peel my bra off as Jagger tugs the strings of my bikini and tears it off me.

  “No... fucking no.”

  Braxton winds his arm around me and jumps with me into the pool.

  We quickly touch the bottom, and then, I tear away from him. Swimming beneath the surface, I almost beat them to the other pool. I take the stairs growing beneath the waterline and pull out.

  The walls of glass usher in the view of trees in full bloom. Layers of petals sit on the ground outside, brushed by the moonlight.

  The place is stunning.

  I lie down on the stairs and wring water out of my hair as they emerge from the water and walk to me.

  Ripped, naked and well-endowed, their features handsome, their smiles spellbinding. They sweep me with their gazes while I gape at them.

  They lie on the stairs as well. Propped on their elbows, they flank me.

  Torches spill a soft light over the water.

  “Is this the same place?’

  “Yes,” Braxton say.

  I glance around, taking in the columns and the mosaic and the vaulted ceiling.

  “Look at the sky,” Jagger says, his eyes glued to the starry vault above us.

  I look up, and then I steal a glance in his direction, relishing the joy I see in his eyes. Braxton catches my gaze and softly squeezes my hand.

  “Braxton has taste,” I say, locking his eyes briefly, and then I shift my gaze as Jagger’s eyes come to me.

  “Are you talking about this place or something else?” Braxton asks.

  “Everything. It’s breathtaking,” I murmur, looking at him again.

  Smiling, he gives me a soft kiss on my lips, and then he snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest.

  Tenderly, he starts kissing me, our bodies flush against each other, his hand drifting down my back, my arm curling around his neck.

  It takes only moments before I feel him hard against me and I’m yearning to be filled. Gently, I brush his cock before I turn to Jagger.

  Propped on his side, he watches us, his eyelids lowered, his lip crushed beneath his teeth. He tilts his head to me as I lean toward him, and we hungrily connect our lips, my fingers wrapping around his shaft.

  Running a hand down my thigh, Braxton plants kisses on my neck, smoothly grinding his erection against my backside.

  They’re both hard and hot as fire, and I’m soaked between them.

  My thigh goes up on Jagger’s hip as Braxton’s fingers slide inside me.

  Teasingly slow, I moan and arch my spine, my eyes glued to Jagger’s lips.

  A smile spreads across his face as pleasure seizes me.

  “You’re so hot, baby...” Braxton mutters his lips in my hair.

  He leaves a trail of kisses on my neck and my back and then shifts a few stairs down until he reaches my inner thighs.

  “Oh, Braxton...” I murmur against Jagger’s lips as he plants the first kiss on my clit.

  His mouth slides lower as he swirls his tongue against my entrance, his thumb running through my folds. Wetness trickles in his mouth. I glance down and so does Jagger, just as Braxton curls his hand around Jagger’s shaft.

  He shifts his head and licks his cock and my thighs clench. They notice, and both swing their eyes to mine.

  “Keep doing it...” I murmur and he does it again.

  He slides his fingers into me and rolls his lips and tongue on Jagger’s cock. A rush of pleasure falls through me. Jagger slides his fingers into Braxton’s hair, slowly grinding his erection into his mouth.

  My breaths roll faster as I drink in the slow motion of Jagger’s cock entering Braxton’s mouth.

  Glistening, hard and perfectly chiseled against Braxton’s beautiful face. Moaning, I roll my hips against Braxton’s fingers, and then he pulls up to his knees, his groin facing both of us, and without a hesitation, Jagger and I line up to suck him.

  Jagger takes him first as I cup his balls and knead his ass and then he shoves his shaft into my mouth. The taste of cum comes to my tongue. Jagger’s eyes get foggy, his hand going to my crotch.

  Braxton groans and we both glance up.

  He rolls his erection into Jagger’s mouth, and I feel a shudder coming. Leaning on my elbows, I toss my head back and take them in with half-shut eyes as Jagger keeps stroking me.

  My legs pull open, and Braxton’s eyes dip to my sex while rhythmically thrusting into Jagger’s mouth.

  My hand rolls down on Jagger’s cock.

  He’s flushed and throbbing, his cheeks hollow as he glides his swollen lips up and down, his tongue swirling around Braxton’s crown.

  I start rolling my hips, and just as I reach that perfect tipping point, two hands lift me up and place me on Jagger’s lap. I straddle him, and he roots himself in me, his grunt ripping into the silence.

  Braxton kneels between our legs, his erection positioned to my back entrance.

  “You don’t have to move, babe,” he says. “You’ll come in an instant.”

  I lean on Jagger who’s slowly moving, my walls clenching on him, making him quietly growl.

  “It’s... so good,” he mutters as Braxton tilts his hips and slides into me, slowly. I pull my eyes shut for a moment.

  “How is it, baby?” Braxton asks, gently rocking his hips.

  Holding my eyes, Jagger gives me a carnal smile as he’s quickly tensing, his grip on me getting hard as he’s rapidly scaling up.

  “Fuck...” Jagger growls.

  “Don’t move!” Braxton barks to me, and then he collars my neck and starts thrusting.

  A tide of immense pleasure rises, ready to barrel through us all.

  “Good?” Jagger mutters as he starts to move and I begin to whimper, and that’s the end of that. Within moments we become one.

  Epilogue

  VIOLET

  IBIZA, Spain

  Christmas Time

  “Oh, my God!”

  I clap my hands, my face burning as I look incredulously at the screen.

  “Jagger?”

  My voice rolls across the house, bouncing against the walls. I jump out of the chair.

  Beautifully styled plates filled with Mediterranean food and a camera lie on the table, next to me. I look at the numbers on the screen, again.

  “Jagger?”

  I find him hunched over the computer in his room, headphones on, his head bobbing as he cuts and mixes music tracks. I enter his line of sight. His head flicks up to me.

  “Hey, baby,” he says, his face lighting up with a smile as he pulls the headphones off. “What’s going on?” he asks, taking in my excitement.

  “I did it...”

  “What?”

  “The one million mark. I just had the millionth visitor.”

  “Fucking great!”

  He pushes up to his feet and buries me into a hug.

  I lace my fingers with him and drag him into the kitchen passing by the Christmas tree sitting next to the fire.

  I point to the screen while half of the food disappears off the plates.

  “Jagger?”

  He licks his fingers.

  “You photographed it, didn’t you?”

  “I did. But this food is for tonight.”

  He grins.

  “It was,” he says. “You’ll have to cook some more.”

  I glance at the wall clock.

  “There isn’t that much time.”

  He follows my eyes.

  “Shit. I have to pick him up.”

  “We pick him up.”

  “Are you coming?”

  “Yeah...” I say, smiling.

  His phone beeps with a message, his eyes brightening with a smile.

  “How did I fuck it up?”

  “What? Why?”

  “He’s already here,” he says.

  “Here? What do you mean here?”

  “He took an earlier flight.”

  He flicks his head toward the entrance, and we both rush to the door, the sound of a car engine drifting through the air. We step outside. The air is pleasantly warm.

  This is the Mediterranean winter.

  The car door pushes open, and he climbs out. His blue eyes drink us in as he opens his arms for us.

  “Fucking hell. I missed you,” he says, his eyes glittering.

  His skin is cold and smells like his cologne. His lips are hot.

  “I missed you, baby.”

  I curl my arms around him as he gives me another hug.

  Grinning, we stroll back into the house.

  Early evening, we set the table by the fireplace, have dinner, and open the Christmas gifts. Braxton gives us a rundown on his two weeks in New York and the sale of Rapt that made him a few million dollars richer.

  We laugh, from time to time, their eyes locking with mine. Braxton's eyes study me as he tilts his glass to his lips.

  “You took good care of her?” he asks Jagger, pointing at me.

  Jagger leans back, his arm resting on the back of his chair. He throws me a sizzling smile, his eyes gluing to my lips. My face starts to burn.

  “What do you think?”

  “She’s fucking blushing,” Braxton says, and more heat comes to my face. “What’s new? What did I miss?” he asks.

  “I’m almost done with my first album, and Violet’s website reached a milestone.”

  “You’re a fucking producer, eh?”

  “Yup.”

  Braxton looks at me.

  “A couple more years and he can retire for good...” he says, tilting his chin in Jagger’s direction.

  “He can?” I ask, smiling, and he nods softly.

  “I told you he’s a fucking trust baby.”

  “Are you?” I turn to Jagger who’s never admitted to me.

  “You still haven’t tell her?”

  Jagger shakes his head. They grin, amused.

  I look at Braxton.

  “What about you?” I ask.

  “I’m rich, too,” he says, winking at me.

  Curling my lips into a naughty smile, I push my chair back. They both straighten, their eyes following me.

  “Okay... then. Jagger, Braxton... I’m heading for the shower. I expect you in my bed within the next fifteen minutes, trust baby or not.

  I stroll, and then I start running as their footsteps rush after me followed by their laughter. Sprinting, I slip into the bathroom and lock the door.

  Minutes later, I slip between the sheets and listen to the crackling fire. A hard, naked body slips onto the bed, pressing against my back. His cold skin sends shivers down my spine.

  “Hey, baby,” Braxton rumbles in my hair. “I’m sorry I’m late. I wanted to suck him first,” he says, a smile lining his voice.

  I want to turn to him, but his arm tightens around me, his body warming up from mine, his erection brushing against my ass.

  “It’s not fair,” I say.

  “I’ll do it again, baby. Don’t worry…” he mutters as he trails my slit, his fingers sliding smoothly over my clit.

  I push my bottom out, and he enters me from behind.

  “Good, fucking girl,” he says, laughing softly in my hair.

  Wet and warm, I clench against him.

  “God, I missed this!”

  I roll my hips, and he pulls out of me, grunting.

  “Come back,” I say.

  He slides into me again, and then slams me hard, our bodies washed with pleasure. We come almost instantly.

  “Fuck, Violet. What’s your fucking excuse?”

  “It doesn’t take much these days,” I say, a smile coloring my voice.

  He scoops me up and carries me into the shower. The warm water rolls over us as he slathers body wash on me, his hands following the contour of my body, caressing me, and loving me the way he always does. I do the same to him, and then he turns the shower off.

  His eyes come to mine.

  “How were you two while I was gone?”

  I bring my fingers to his face.

  “Good. You no longer have to worry about him… or me,” I say and smile. “You know, a long time ago I asked him if he feared something bad could happen to us, and he confessed he was afraid you might do something stupid… “

  He opens his mouth, trying to say something and I press my fingers on his lips, restoring silence.

  “All this time, you were the anchor for us, Brax…” I mutter, my voice trembling, his eyes getting soft, glinting with emotion. “I don’t know how else to put it into words. You taught me loyalty and the endurance of real love, and you pulled him back to life when he slipped so close to death. You fought for our hearts, and you won them, one by one. He told me everything you’ve done for him. You taught him patience and forgiveness and made him stronger, even deeper than before. He is your everything, and that made him feel wanted then, when it mattered the most. I couldn’t have given him that… not then anyway, so he was right wanting you to help him. These past two weeks we both missed you, and we couldn’t wait to have you back.”

  “I missed you, too. And both of you are everything to me,” he says and tenderly locks my lips.

  VIOLET

  The fire is getting smaller and smaller. Wrapped in a blanket, dressed in sweaters and warm clothing, Jagger’s arm around my shoulders, Braxton’s fingers clasped with mine, we sit on the beach and watch the sunrise. The light kisses the horizon as the waves gently lap at the shore. A new beginning... A different life... The life we talked about. The life we craved.

  Jagger’s lips brush my temple with a tender kiss. I turn my face to him and taste his lips, loving him with every fiber of my being. His eyes glow like the sea.

  “Is this what you wanted, baby?” he says, and I look at him, fascinated by the life vibrating in his eyes.

  He’s happy and peaceful. He’s tender and loving. He is the man I’ve always craved. They both are.

  “It’s so much more. What about you two?” I ask.

  “Mmm-hmm,” Jagger says softly, exchanging looks with Braxton.

  “I guess... dreams do come true,” I murmur.

  “I guess they do,” Braxton mutters, his hand squeezing mine, his lips on my fingertips, his blue eyes drawn to the sea.

  THE END

  Also by Shayne Ford

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  FALLEN (Love is War Series #1)

  BROKEN (Love is War Series #2)

  TAKEN (Love is War Series #3)

  OWNED (Love is War Series #4)

  NIGHT OF THE KINGS SERIES

  A Billionaire Romance

  JAMES (Night of the Kings Series #1)

  DARK JAMES (Night of the Kings Series #2)

  TAMING JAMES (Night of the Kings Series #3)

  ALEXANDER (Night of the Kings Series #4)

  HARD LEX (Night of the Kings Series #5)

  LOVING LEX (Night of the Kings Series #6)

  EDWARD (Night of the Kings #7)

  WILD ED (Night of the Kings #8)

  TAMING ED (Night of the Kings #9)

  FIGHTING ED (Night of the Kings#10)

  LOVING ED (Night of the Kings #11)

  DARK HEART SERIES

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  JADEN (Dark Heart Series #1)

  WILD JADEN (Dark Heart Series #2)

  JADEN’S HEART (Dark Heart Series #3)

  SHADES OF LOVE

  A Billionaire Dark Romance

  DARK MCKENNA (Shades of Love #1)

  REAL MCKENNA (Shades of Love #2)

  MCKENNA (Shades of Love #3)

  GOLDEN HEIR SERIES

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  SHADE (Golden Heir Series #1)

  LOVING SHADE (Golden Heir Series #2)

  FOREVER SHADE (Golden Heir Series #3)

  WILD HEART SERIES, A Menage (MMF) Romance

  JAGGER (Wild Heart Series #1)

  LOVING JAGGER (Wild Heart Series #2)

  LOVING BRAXTON (Wild Heart Series #3)

  WILD NIGHTS (Wild Heart Series #4)

  FINDING HOME (Wild Heart Series #5)

  STEEL SERIES (A Rock Star Romance)

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