“Really?” asked Killian unsurely.
“Yeah. Jack adores you. He fucking worships the ground you walk on and that’s exactly what you deserve. I think you two are really the only ones surprised by it.”
“Thank you,” she said, taken aback. She hesitated, and then begrudgingly scooted closer to him. She glanced at him as he put his arm around her. “So, we’re cool? You don’t hate me?”
“Not at all. Jack’s one of the most important people in my life and you are hands down the most important thing in his, which makes you pretty damn important to me too. I probably won’t go so far as to call you ‘lil sis’ anymore since you’ve sucked my dick, but you get the idea.”
“Fuck off,” laughed Killian. “But thank you.”
Killian felt a whole lot less confused about everything by the time Jack returned with the popcorn. He smiled at her and kissed her on the forehead as he sat down and she moved back to her spot against him. She shivered. The strong A.C. and changes in body heat against her had made her chilly.
“You cold, baby girl?” asked Jack.
“A little,” she nodded.
“Can you grab that blanket?” Jack asked Logan, nodding at the throw on the other side of the couch. “Do you want Logan to keep cuddling too?” he asked, covering her with the blanket.
“You’re back now,” said Killian, nuzzling him a little.
“You’re cold and being a scaredy-cat. You can have both of us.”
“Oh.” Killian looked at Jack thoughtfully. He may have been teasing her a bit, but he was also serious. Neither of them appeared to be the least bit upset or possessive. “I guess that would be nice.”
“Whatever you want, princess.” Logan shrugged and moved closer to them.
They had a massive sectional and it was easy for her to cuddle with both the boys. Jack had an arm around her shoulders, and her legs were across Logan. It was, admittedly, very comfy and much warmer with all three of them together under the blanket.
Killian finally started to relax. She wouldn’t go so far as to say she was enjoying the movie, but she always liked movie night. She liked cuddling. She liked the affectionate way Jack rubbed her leg. She liked–
She froze.
Jack’s hand that had been lightly tracing circles on her leg and then her stomach had worked its way a little lower…to the waistband of her shorts, moving under them. Killian sat very still, eyes wide and staring at the screen, though all her attention was now on Jack’s fingers, brushing her smooth mound and traveling down her slit, ever so slowly.
She pulled out her phone and quickly typed a message.
K: WTF JACK
J:?
K: What are you doing?
J: Playing
Killian silently cursed how wet she had grown at his slightest touch
K: Now?!
J: Told you I was gonna make you squirm
K: Are you fucking crazy
K: Logan’s right here
J: Guess you better stay really still and quiet then
Killian gave up arguing and grit her teeth, trying not to focus on the sensation of Jack teasing her lips. Jack was moving so slow. Slow enough that no movement could be seen under the blanket. It took all her strength to not make a sound as Jack’s finger slowly started to massage her clit. She tried to keep her legs still, hoping Logan hadn’t felt her tense up in shock.
She was dripping within minutes. She desperately wished she and Jack were alone. He was absolutely torturing her with his subtle movements. He’d wet his finger with her juice and found her sensitive nub. Working his finger under her hood and holding his finger directly against her clit, moving every so often, just enough to keep her on edge.
Killian put her phone down and tucked herself back under the blanket. She dug her nails into her thigh, now trying very hard to focus on the movie. She felt Jack’s other hand brush hers and she reached for it, gripping it firmly as she fought to maintain her composure.
She stayed agonizingly still and quiet. She let his hand go and reached for her phone again. This time she didn’t even bother sending the message; she just held her phone so Jack could see, just out of Logan’s line of sight.
K: You’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop.
She put her phone down again. She had been hoping Jack would head her warning and stop, but she knew better. He just kept stimulating her slowly and gently. His other hand was still resting on her thigh and she took it in hers again.
Killian closed her eyes and tried to control her breathing. She willed every muscle to relax in an attempt to ward off the orgasm she felt building. She didn’t know if she’d be able to ride it out in complete, controlled silence and stillness. Jack wasn’t going to give her any choice in the matter. She clutched his hand tightly. Her pelvis had tightened, almost to the point of no return. Jack wasn’t stopping. She could tell she was digging her nails into his palm. His hand flexed under her. She didn’t care.
“Christ, Killian, are you trying to break my hand?” asked Logan.
“What?” Killian looked at him, shocked.
Logan’s voice had broken her concentration and Jack still hadn’t stopped his steady movements. The hand Killian gripped flexed again and Logan raised his eyebrows. Killian was horrified. Confused. And had lost the control of her body she had fought so hard to maintain.
The damage was done.
Killian gasped. Her eye lids fluttered. Every muscle in her pelvis began to contract rhythmically as she tried desperately to hide her shudder of pleasure.
She opened her eyes, slowly releasing her death grip on what apparently had not been Jack’s hand at all.
“Oh my god,” she moaned, mortified, covering her mouth with her hand.
Logan was still staring at her, looking very amused. Jack was shaking in what Killian realized was silent laughter. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.
“Well, you almost did a good job,” said Jack.
“What the fuck, Jack,” she breathed. “What the fuck. Fuck! Logan. What the–”
“Sorry,” said Logan. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“Why the fuck were you holding my hand?” she asked.
“You grabbed it, like, half an hour ago.”
“Oh my god. Jack,” Killian looked at him pleadingly, “I didn’t know. I swear, I thought–”
“Wait…you thought you were holding my hand?” asked Jack, laughing. “My hand is over here, dork.” He tapped her shoulder.
“What the fuck,” said Killian again. “Why would I be holding Logan’s hand? Wait. You knew I was?”
“Course, babe.”
“And you didn’t say anything?!”
Jack shrugged. “I don’t care if you hold his hand; assumed you were just being all scared. Mine was busy anyway.”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” said Logan, squeezing her thigh lightly. “Thought you knew it was me.”
Killian was almost speechless with shock. “You didn’t know he was…”
“Fingering you?” Logan finished her question helpfully. “Yeah, felt you tense up and realized,” he shrugged.
“Let me get this straight,” said Killian slowly. “Jack, you just let me hold Logan’s hand while you made me cum; and Logan, you just held my hand the whole time Jack fingered me? And I’m the only one who didn’t figure it out?” she said in disbelief.
“Sounds about right,” said Jack.
“In all fairness, you seemed pretty distracted,” said Logan.
“I’m so sorry,” Killian mumbled, mortified.