You Get What You Want
“There she is,” Jakes mutters from the driver’s seat.
I look ahead, taking in the modern cabin that sits in front of us. If you can even call it
that. It’s more like a mansion. Of course it is.
Zaid’s jacket is draped over my legs. I began to get cold after he finally let me rest from
the three orgasms he gave me. He said the first two were the ones Aiden and Jake owed
me, and the third one was from him.
The car comes to a stop in the driveway.
The place is surrounded by tall pine trees, making it private and beautiful all at the same time. The branches are heavy with snow and the sight is straight out of a Christmas card.
Jake and Aiden don’t waste any time getting out.
“We’ll go turn the heater on,” Jake says, grabbing a set of keys from his pocket. “Make sure everything’s good inside.”
“I’ll get the garage opener and we can put the car in before it freezes over tonight,” Aiden
adds.
Jake nods in agreement, already making his way toward the front door.
Zaid and I stay in the car, and I shiver slightly as the warmth of the heater continues to
blow against my skin.
“You need your bag,” he says, arms still loose around my waist.
I nod. “Yeah, I need a pair of leggings. My other ones are-” I look back toward the trees, as if I could see them where we left them at the side of the road miles ago.
He blows out a sharp breath from his nostrils, shaking his head.
With his arm still around me, he reaches into the backseat, shifting bags around until he finds mine, pulling it onto the bags on our side.
“Here,” he says, unzipping it and helping me fish out a fresh pair of black leggings.
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I slide them on, wiggling slightly in his lap as I adjust them, and his hands flex at my
waist.
“Fuck, love. Careful, unlike them, I haven’t exactly relieved myself.”
My skin turns hot, aware all over again of the erection at my back. “Sorry.”
When I’m settled again, I turn to look at him, only to find him already watching me.
His gaze is warm, curious. “How are you feeling?”
I swallow, adjusting my sleeves. “I’m okay.” A small smile tugs at my lips as I glance toward the cabin.
His gaze follows me. “I have so many good memories of that cabin.”
I run my hands up his arms and to his neck, where I hold him close. “I really think this trip will be good for us.”
Zaid’s fingers trace small circles against my hip. “You want us all to get along.”
I nod, biting my lip. “More than that.”
He quirks an eyebrow.
“I know we’re all still figuring things out, but I want this to work. I want us to work. And I don’t want it to feel like I have to hide things. That I have to walk on eggshells.”
His eyes soften, and he leans in slightly. “I know, love.”
For a moment, we just sit there in the quiet, the faint sound of a breeze shifting the tree filtering through the cold air. Then Zaid tilts his head, his lips quirking into a small smirk.
“How did you feel about earlier?” His voice is low, teasing.
I blink, thrown off for a second. “Earlier?”
He raises an eyebrow, like he knows I’m stalling. “The fucking, love. How did you feel about being fucked up against a tree by two different men?”
I slap my hands over his mouth. “Do you have to be so crude?”
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He laughs, licking my hands, forcing me to dorp them. “I’m just saying what you actually
did.”
Heat rushes to my face. “Yeah.”
His smirk deepens. “Yeah.”
I press my lips together, trying to fight the blush creeping up my neck. “It was…a lot.”
I glance away, my fingers curling into the fabric of his coat. He stiffens, eyes dropping in a frown as he grips my chin and forces me to look at him. “Alina-”
“But in a good way.” I know where his thoughts are going, that he worries for me probably more than he should.
His dark eyes take me in and he seems to find what he needs because he relaxes and nods.
I exhale sharply. “It was intense. And kind of overwhelming. But I liked it. I really liked
it.”
He hums.
“I never realized how possible it was to like being taken like that by people you trust, and want just as much.”
His hands tighten around me. “Yeah?”
I nod, then drop my gaze, voice quieter. “I just wish you had been there, too. With us, in
the trees.”
Zaid stills. “You want the three of us?”
My heart hammers in my chest and I think I go lightheaded. Thought alone of the three of them, of their hands, their kisses, their cocks-
It’s too much for me to take. Would it be possible?
“Yes,” I breathe, instantly turning hot at the confession.
His nostrils flare.
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Then, without warning, he grips my chin, tilting my face up to his. His dark eyes search mine for a moment before he leans in, pressing the softest kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“This is about you. What you want.”
I hold on to him tighter, suddenly needing him inside me. As if everything that happened earlier wasn’t enough to satisfy me. It should have been.
But I realize now that without the three of them together in this with me, I will never be
satisfied.
“You want the three of us? Touching you? Fucking you? Kissing you?”
My skin breaks out into goosebumps and I moan, throwing my head back as he kisses his
way down my neck.
“You get want you want,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “I won’t let you go wanting.”
I breathe heavily, the image of the three of them making my head spin.
He pulls back, smiling at me. “Let’s get out of here. We have a lot of unpacking to do.”
I huff, the heat in me slowly dissipating. He laughs, taking in the way I have to ease myself down from the high he gave me. I smack his chest, but it only makes his smile widen.
