Her Titans by Genevieve Jasper
Madelaine
26
Later that morning, we wake up for the second time and decide to head straight to town and find food there. The weather is amazing. We spend the entire afternoon browsing in all the little gift shops along the boardwalk and eating all the seaside snacks. We go past a funfair that stretches out on a pier but decide to save that for another day. When we reach the end of the boardwalk, we find a gorgeous beachside restaurant that we promise to come back to when we’re dressed more appropriately. I fall asleep on the couch for the second evening in a row, nestled between my guys and tired out by all the sea air.
Wednesday morning I wake in bed with that spectacular view, but alone. I take a leisurely shower and dress casually again, not sure what our plans are for the day. I head downstairs expecting to find my guys but instead, I find Lia chilling on the back deck. Screeching in a volume that likely sets all the local dogs to barking, I throw myself at her, hoping the wicker chair can hold us both.
“What are you doing here?!”
When I’ve eased my hugging so it’s not at boa-constrictor levels, she tells me.
“Your Titans convinced me to surprise you. Although I would’ve come for this view alone, honestly,” she teases, and I wouldn’t blame her. I make us fresh drinks as we catch up under the sun. She’s staying until tomorrow afternoon and I am so excited.
“They’ve made themselves scarce for the day so we can do whatever you want,” Lia explains.
“What do you want to do? You’re the one who’s visiting.”
“What have you done already?”
I talk her through our two days so far and as soon as I mention the funfair she sits up straight with excitement, so funfair it is. We walk down, trailed by one Viper and one Jeremy, and stop for some breakfast at a cute cafe overlooking the sea.
“How are you doing?” I ask her.
“I’m good,” she says, and she does look good. “Work is letting me work remotely, so I’m just taking whatever time I need. Caus is being really understanding.”
“Why are you saying that like it’s not a good thing?”
“No, it is. I just wonder if it’s a sign we’re not in this for the long haul. I thought I’d be dying to see him by now and kind of hoped he’d be banging my door down, but we both seem fine with some space.”
“Maybe that’s just what you need right now, don’t write anything off.”
“I won’t. Anyway, enough of my boring solo boyfriend. How are the triplets?”
I can’t help but laugh at her question. “I think we’re great, actually. It’s weird, it just feels right. All that shit I was worrying about before, I just don’t think about now. We all fit together perfectly and everything is so easy. That’s not to say they don’t piss me off regularly and make me want to strangle them when we butt heads, but I know they have my back throughout it all. We’re a team, and they like me exactly how I am. None of them ever try to diminish me or dampen my flame. Sorry, huge monologue over, I’ll stop gushing now.”
“No, never! Seeing you so happy makes me so happy,” Lia says, and I know it’s true. It’s the same for me and I can’t wait for her to figure out what’s going to make her happy.
We spend the afternoon getting on and off rides and eating all the funfair treats. I very nearly throw up doughnuts and I’m sure my skin is 50% cotton candy by this point, but my face hurts from smiling, so that’s a win for me. We even convince Jeremy to try the rollercoaster with us, although he stays a fetching shade of green for an hour afterwards.
It’s dark by the time we walk back to the house along the sand and I spot the guys lighting a bonfire as we approach. It seems like it’s going to be the perfect end to a perfect day.
Lia and I get up early the next morning to maximise her beach time. We used to have one dedicated tanning day at the beginning of every summer, and we would take it very seriously. It’s more of a joke now, especially as we’re both already several shades darker than when we arrived, but we still gather our supplies and set ourselves up on the beach. We sunbathe and swim and relax, and the guys bring us cold drink refills regularly, like the hottest shirtless servers you’ve ever seen. They join Lia and me for the last part of the afternoon before she leaves to head back to her parents’ place. Because we have company, I realise how much they all touch me constantly. It doesn’t even seem conscious but if I’m within reaching distance I’m either in someone’s lap, held in someone’s arms, or touched in some way by them.
As soon as I’ve seen Lia off, I realise they must have some plan because they’re definitely ganging up on me. All afternoon they grab me for kisses, trace their fingers over my bare skin, or tug me from one another’s arms. Well, four can play at that game.
We decide to go to the restaurant we saw on Tuesday for our last full night here. I put makeup on for the first time since we arrived, but keep everything golden and glowy to highlight my tan. Fluttery lashes and lip balm gives me the perfect sun-kissed look. The salt from the sea has given my hair great beachy waves, so I skip styling it before we go, loving the vibe it gives. My dress is another Lia find and is perfect for tonight. It’s an oversized sleeveless shift dress with curved hems that cut to the top of my thighs and a racerback, showing a hint of side boob. The material is flowy and loose and I love that it’s sexy but also comfortable, and it has pockets. Very handy! I can’t wear a bra with it and decide against underwear, settling on Atlas’s torture for the night. I slip on some flat sandals and give myself a once-over before heading downstairs to meet the guys.
“Jesus, you look incredible,” Quincy says as soon as he sees me descending. The other two spin and stare, watching me until I’m in front of them. They all look hot enough to eat and for a minute I can’t believe I get all three of them for myself. Max is in cream trousers and a white shirt tight over his chest and biceps, the pale colours looking incredible against his deep skin. Quincy is also in a white shirt but has teamed his with navy shorts, the nerdy-surfer vibe really benefiting him right now. He looks like he belongs in a porno set right here at the beach. Atlas is wearing a khaki shirt with the sleeves rolled up, showing his tattooed forearms and black trousers, hair pulled back into a bun. I can’t think straight for a second. How am I going to go through with my dastardly plan when I can barely make my brain function when I look at them?
“Thanks.” I grin at Quincy as he dips and kisses the corner of my mouth. I love it when he does that. He’s normally so fun and casual, but that kiss is a promise of what’s coming. “You three look pretty great yourselves.”
“As long as our girl is happy,” Atlas says, taking Quincy’s place as he steps away and kisses me lightly.
“I think every girl within looking distance of you is going to be happy,” I joke. The guys always get plenty of attention when we go out and I’m sure it’ll be the same here, even if the Titans aren’t as well known in this area.
“We wouldn’t even notice,” Atlas says, trying to reassure me, but I’m not worried at all. The guys have never given me any reason to feel anything but totally secure in this relationship. I move my hand from my pocket to his, slipping my underwear inside.
“Good,” I grin. He feels the lacy material, then groans.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
Maxton tugs me over by my hand to where he’s sitting at the table, so I’m standing between his thighs. The height difference is unusual this way around for us, and he has to tip his head up to look at me. I rest my forearms on his shoulders, running my fingernails over the nape of his neck. “Are you behaving?” he asks, trailing his hands up the backs of my thighs. I shrug as he reaches my bare ass and I lean forward to kiss him softly on the lips as his eyes widen.
“Are we ready?” I ask as I step away, letting Maxton’s hands fall back to his lap.
“Yeah,” Quincy says, with a knowing smirk. “Let’s go.”
We drive over to the other end of the boardwalk and settle in at our table by the window. The sun is just setting, and it looks stunning. Maxton holds my chair out for me, and I make sure to grind my ass against his crotch as I move past to take my seat. He tenses as I do, and I know I’ve hit my target.
The sun completely sets while we’re waiting for our starters and the restaurant gets a warm, romantic atmosphere with low lighting from all the candles dotted everywhere. Our food arrives and we tuck in, chatting easily about our trip. I lift my foot and slide it up Atlas’s leg as I talk and his gaze heats. Quincy looks down into Atlas’s lap, noticing the movement, and snaps his eyes back up to mine, but I ignore his looks. The food keeps on coming and I’m sure I’m going to have to roll back to Ironhaven at this point.
When we arrive back at the beach house, I kick off my shoes and head to the kitchen, where I pour a glass of water. The guys all stand together, watching me as I drink and rinse my glass.
“Well, I’m off to bed,” I say casually, walking towards the stairs.
I know they’re all horny as shit after my games at dinner and to be honest, so am I. They wait me out, though, and I stop at the bottom of the stairs, spinning to face them. Pushing the hem of my dress up the tops of my thighs, I bite my lip before gripping the fabric and slowly lifting my arms up over my head, revealing my naked body to them. The dress hasn’t even hit the floor before I’m over Maxton’s shoulder with a squeal and he runs up the stairs, throwing me on my back on the bed.
“Did you have fun teasing us?” he asks as he crawls over me.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I protest.
“No?”
He runs his knuckle along my jaw and down my neck, over the mound of my breast. My nipples peak as his knuckle continues down my stomach and between my legs. The other two stand like sentries at the end of the bed, and I realise I may have bitten off more than I can chew.
“Open your legs, Lai,” Quincy demands. There must be something wrong with me because his alpha tone has everything inside me tightening, so I do as he says. How can the chill, carefree surfer turn so dominating in the bedroom?
Maxton settles himself on his knees, looking down at me.
“Hands above your head.” I follow Quincy’s next command and he holds his hand out to Atlas, who places something in it. Quincy crawls onto the bed by my head and ties my wrists together using the scrap of lace I’d put in Atlas’s pocket earlier. It wasn’t too tight and I could rip through them if I wanted to, but I really don’t want to. Quincy leans over so his face is upside down in front of mine and gives me another of those kisses to the edge of my mouth. He gets back up and resumes his position at the end of the bed, Atlas sitting where he just vacated.
“Do you remember what I said about these breasts?”
My brain is cloudy as he lightly traces patterns over my chest, grazing my nipples as he goes. I arch my back to press into his hand, but he doesn’t give me any extra pressure, just keeps up his relentless caressing until I’m trying to pull my thighs together for some friction. This, of course, is when he stops, laying back against the headboard.
“Breathe, Lai.” I had definitely forgotten to do that, so I focus on my breathing and feel my orgasm receding.
Maxton settles himself on his front and suddenly blows on my core. My whole body reacts, tensing as he slowly licks my seam. He circles my clit and then moves down slowly towards my entrance, where he slowly penetrates me with just his tongue and fucks me with it at a leisurely pace. I try to grind on his face, but his hands hold my hips and I can’t get any friction. I let out a groan of frustration. He circles my clit again, and when I’m right on the edge, he stops.
I moan, and they both stand up next to Quincy, stripping down and watching me writhe.
“Don’t close your legs,” Quincy orders as I was about to do just that. “What do you want, Lai?”
“I want you,” I gasp.
“Who?”
“All of you.”
“Almost, gorgeous. Do you remember your word?”
“Black.”
He squeezes lube he got from God knows where into his hand and rubs it softly over me. He wipes his hands on his discarded shirt and then undoes my wrist restraints before kissing me. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Maxton leans over next, kissing me, and I can taste myself on his tongue. Why is that so hot? He helps me sit up with a gentle tug on my hand.
Atlas lies on the bed with his legs off the edge as Maxton pulls away. “Come here, baby.”
I sit up and climb over him, straddling his waist as he pulls me close to his chest, kissing me with awe and barely contained restraint.
Maxton stands behind me and massages my ass cheeks, spreading the lube and stretching me with his thumb.
I try to grind against Atlas, but Maxton pulls my hips back up. “It’ll be worth the wait, belle, I promise.” He presses his tip against my hole, and I remember to push back and breathe out as he slides into me. I feel an aching relief after all the teasing and moan, resting my forehead on Atlas’s chest.
“You okay, Madelaine?” he asks, tipping my chin up with his finger.
“Yeah,” I barely whisper. “Move,” I plead. This tension is too much. I need some friction.
“Hang on, baby,” Atlas says as he pulls my hips down and I expect Maxton to pull out, but he rests one knee on the bed instead, so he lowers with me.
Atlas lines his tip up with my entrance and slowly slides in. Fuck, that feels incredible. He doesn’t stop until he’s completely inside me and I’ve never felt so full and so loved in my life. I could explode just from this feeling. I curl my fingernails into Atlas’s chest.
“Quincy?” I ask, not really knowing where my brain is going but needing to have all my guys present.
“I’m here, gorgeous. They’re going to move now, okay?”
“Yes,” I murmur on a breath.
Maxton moves first, halfway out and in again, and I can’t believe how close I am already.
As he finds a rhythm, Atlas lifts my hips, controlling me on top of him and dragging me back down his length. I detonate, my orgasm exploding after all the lead up.
They both pick up the speed as I ride it out and Atlas joins me soon after, thrusting up into me as he releases and Maxton stills. Atlas pulls out and Maxton sits with me in his lap, laying us both down so my back is to his front, with him still inside me.
Quincy steps up between Maxton’s legs and pushes into me, filling me straight back up again. He holds my legs up to his chest and ploughs into me forcefully, Maxton matching his pace. I’m strung so high that it doesn’t take long for me to climax again, pleasure shooting through my whole body, and both guys follow me soon after.
Quincy collapses to the side and I lay on Maxton’s chest, my limbs like jelly. I don’t think I could move if my life depended on it. Eventually, Maxton lifts me up, carrying me to the bathroom to clean me up before he carries me back to bed again. I could get used to this. Atlas pulls me into his arms and as soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out for the count.