Victor grabs me by the back of the neck, holding onto me possessively as he covers my mouth with his own, claiming me with his teeth and tongue. I sag against him, but it isn’t just Vic who’s touching me. Aaron’s hands find their way to my hips, and his mouth presses gentle kisses to the hickey he left on my neck earlier.

Each man by himself is a carnal treat. Juxtaposed against one another? Their best qualities come to the forefront.

“I can’t stand up,” I whisper against Vic’s lush mouth.

“You don’t need to,” he replies as he pushes my body against Aaron’s, so that I’m trapped between their muscular forms, drowning in tattoos and sweet heat. Jesus fucking Christ.

“You said plaything,” I whisper, and Vic laughs at me, lifting his head to look up at Aaron. I’m not exactly sure what they’re communicating in those gazes of theirs, but they’ve been working as a unit for years. Daresay, their communication skills are better together than they are with me.

“I did, didn’t I?” Vic asks, and then he and Aaron both encourage me to move over to the bed. I sit down hard as they stand in front of me, shoulders nearly touching. “I’m not gay, but you’re lucky because I eat homophobes for breakfast. I don’t give a shit if we touch on accident.” Victor glances Aaron’s way for a moment before turning back to me. “Scoot on up that bed.”

Vic tears his shirt over his head, going for his sweatpants next. He shoves them over his muscular hips, revealing that beautiful dick of his. Aaron does the same, chucking his clothes, so that when they both climb up on the bed with me, they’re completely nude.

“I don’t think it’s fair that you’re still wearing clothes,” Aaron tells me, sucking on my earlobe and then nibbling at my throat. Vic’s already one step ahead, shoving my hoodie up, so he can have access to my breasts. His mouth descends on one, hot tongue swirling around my nipple. He pulls back slightly, lips brushing against me as he responds to Aaron.

“At least there’s one thing we can agree on,” Vic murmurs, and then he bites down on my nipple and I let out a small scream. Pleasure coils in my chest as I gather Vic’s head to my breasts, squeezing him tightly against me.

Not willing to be undone by his rival, Aaron slides his hand into my sweatpants and uses the mess we made earlier to caress me with his fingers. I’m still soaking wet, still haven’t had a chance to clean up. It’s dirty and raw and oh so deliciously carnal.

“I can’t get my clothes off with you two teasing me like that,” I groan, writhing underneath them. Vic pulls back slightly as Aaron slows the tantalizing brush of his fingers.

“Truce for long enough to get her naked?” Aaron asks, and Vic shrugs.

“Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

Victor tears my hoodie over my head and tosses it aside while Aaron takes care of my sweats, yanking them down my hips and pausing only briefly so I can kick my boots off. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and I’m glad to be free of the fabric. I’d much rather have Vic’s and Aaron’s hands all over my skin instead.

This time, when Aaron goes to slip a finger inside of me, Victor is right there with him. I end up with one finger from each boy stirring up heat and friction between my thighs.

They stare at each other over my naked form, gazes clashing.

“You sure you can handle my breed of asshole, Fadler?” Vic taunts, but Aaron just smirks in response.

“You sure you can deal with the fact that I was first, and I always will be? You can never take that from me, Vic.”

There’s a moment of stillness before Victor very slowly, very carefully drops his mouth back down to my breast, eyes locked on Aaron. On the other side, Aaron does the same, and I end up with both my nipples trapped in hot, hungry mouths.

My hips buck against their hands as they pleasure me with their fingers, managing to keep their movements fairly synchronized despite the tension in the room. Aaron is the first to use his thumb on my clit, making my achy body throb and pulse in response. I still haven’t totally recovered from having sex with Aaron at the drive-in. I feel supercharged right now, insatiable.

Probably a good thing considering the word Havoc has five letters, right?

There must be some mischievous goddess watching over me, making sure I really can handle five hot-blooded assholes.

“Don’t be selfish, Aaron,” Vic challenges from across my naked body. “You can’t have her clit all to yourself.”

“I’m surprised you even know what or where a clitoris is. Your thing is wham, bam, thank you, ma’am, isn’t it?” Aaron retorts, sliding down my body to put his lips where his fingers just were. Victor withdraws his own hand, leaving it up to Aaron to pleasure me between the thighs. But the look on Vic’s face promises he’d be just as happy to do damage elsewhere.

“Your little boyfriend sure does like to walk the line, doesn’t he?” Vic retorts, rolling away for a brief second to dig through the nightstand drawer. He returns with a bottle of unopened lube, twisting the top off and removing the seal. “Gift from Hael,” he grunts, and I swear, I’d smile if Aaron weren’t pumping his fingers into me and sucking on my clit at the same time. “But we don’t ever need this for that slick pussy of yours, now do we?”

“Shut up,” I groan, but I’m literally drowning in bliss here, so I suppose I can’t complain. Aaron is the angel on my shoulder; Victor is the devil. Having them at the same time is a fantasy I was certain could never come true. Yet … here we are.

Vic screws the top back onto the lube and then pours a generous amount across the pale mounds of my breasts. It takes me a second to try to figure out what his game is here. I should’ve just assumed it was something nasty, considering it’s Victor fucking Channing.

“Hold your tits for me, your majesty,” he quips as Aaron raises his head up just slightly to look at us.

“You’re not really going to do that, are you? How does that help her at all, you fucking prick?”

“It helps her plenty; visual stimulation,” Vic retorts, grabbing my hands and curling his inked ones over the top. He pushes my breasts together and then lets go, leaving me to hold them in place. And then he climbs over me, sliding his cock between my breasts.

Holy. Fuck.

Aaron curses Vic out from between my thighs, and I feel his body move as he readjusts himself, finding my opening with his cock at the same time that Victor begins to thrust. I bite my lip as his big body moves above me, the muscles in his taut belly contracting with each movement. He keeps himself propped up easily, his arms more than strong enough to hold his weight. And, as annoying as he is, as much as I both hate and love him at the same time, he’s right: it’s a visual fucking treat.

His cock plows between my breasts like he’s fucking me between the thighs at the same time that Aaron enters me. Sensations break through me like shooting stars, brightening the otherwise dark night sky that makes up my soul. It’s not the sex though; it’s the boys. It’s their very presence and their connection to me that makes everything feel so good, that makes the world seem brighter.

Once you find that connection with someone, it’s never just sex again after that, now is it?

I can feel Aaron’s hands on my thighs, keeping my legs apart as he moves deep and slow, juxtaposing himself with Vic’s hard, wild thrusts. Even their scents mix together, creating this dreamy euphoria of amber and rose, musk and sandalwood, sweat and sex.

“Jesus Christ, you have nice tits,” Victor murmurs, and I just lose it. His words are vulgar enough, but there’s heat behind them, want. He’s obsessed with me the same way I am with him, and it makes him just vulnerable enough that I want more. I lose the fight with my own body before either of the boys does, so twisted up in the pair of them that I can’t resist the climax when it takes hold of me, leaving me boneless and breathless.

My hands fall away from my breasts and Vic slows, looking down at me from between his arms.

“You aren’t done already, are you, Bernie?” he asks, sitting down beside me and taking his cock in his hand. He twists his fist around it like a corkscrew, groaning and cursing under his breath.

At least now I can see Aaron, panting and sweating between my legs. He very quickly covers my body with his own, sliding his tongue along the side of my throat and using the slippery lube on my breasts to play with my nipples.

“If he gets to play with Hael’s toys, then so do I.” Aaron pushes up and slides out of me, making me moan and writhe in frustration.

“You guys are going to be the death of me,” I mumble, rubbing my hands down my face and wondering how the hell I ended up in here, with the love of my life and my husband together. Must be, like, karma or something. Or maybe it’s just balance? Maybe life has lobbed so much shit my way that she just had to give me something nice to play with?

That bitch better not be just a lending library, if you know what I mean.

Victor just snorts as Aaron crawls his naked, tattooed ass over to the drawer and digs around, coming up with a small box that makes him smile.

“Perfect,” he says, and Victor rolls his eyes, standing up to grab a pack of cigarettes, so he can light up.

“As if you know how to use one of those, Fadler.” Vic gives me a look as I haul my suddenly heavy body up the bed and into the pillows. For a split second there, my mind goes to Hael and I wonder how he’s going to handle knowing the three of us fucked in here together. I mean, seeing as he got kicked out of this very room not so long ago.

There are going to be hurt feelings, or at the very least righteous anger, one way or another.

But that’s a problem for another day.

“Just because I didn’t fuck my want for Bernadette into other girls, it doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.” Aaron smirks as he opens the package and tosses the box aside, spinning a black rubber item around on the finger that’s tattooed with the first letter of his name. With that expression on his face, it’s easy to believe that he’s the A in HAVOC. “I know how to use a cock ring, Vic. If the best you can do is mount her tits like a wild animal, then really, I don’t have a fucking thing to worry about.”