The melody flowed from my fingers like a confession, haunting and raw, each note carrying the weight of emotions I couldn't quite name.
I'd found refuge in the small studio on the third floor, the one usually reserved for demo sessions, where the piano sat neglected in the corner. Before them, I never would have touched it. Wouldn't have believed I was allowed. But the brothers had given me this — permission to create, to feel, to stop being the person who only existed to fix everyone else's problems.
Now I played like I was learning my own language for the first time.
My schedule had mysteriously cleared after lunch; meetings canceled, calls rescheduled, leaving me with unexpected time to think, to feel, and to try to make sense of everything that had happened between me and the three men who had become the center of my world.
I was so lost in the music, in the swirling chaos of my thoughts, that I didn't notice anyone enter until a familiar voice broke through the melody.
"You play like you're telling a secret," Liam murmured.
I startled, fingers halting over the keys, my pulse leaping as I turned to find him in the doorway, that dark green gaze soft and unreadable.
He looked like temptation personified — tailored slacks hugging his lean hips, shirt rolled at the forearms, those strong hands I remembered far too well braced casually against the doorframe.
"I didn't hear you," I whispered.
"I didn't want to interrupt."
He stepped in slowly, as if afraid to break the spell I'd cast in music. "That was beautiful. And painful."
"It's just… feelings. Too many of them."
"It's you," he said, coming to stand beside me. "Stripped down. Honest." His voice dropped, raw and open. "I've never wanted anything more in my life."
He reached out, brushing my fingers on the keys before taking my hand in his. That simple touch felt like the floor falling out beneath me. Then he cupped my cheek and leaned in, his breath warm against my lips.
"I keep thinking about that promise," I breathed. "That once it started, you wouldn't stop."
His lips brushed mine, feather-light. "Then let me keep it."
I surged forward, kissing him like I was already half-starved, and he responded in kind, his mouth taking control, deepening the kiss until my breath caught and my thighs clenched.
His hands roamed with purpose, dragging me out of the chair and flush against his chest. One hand slid under my shirt, palm warm on my back, and the other cupped my ass, anchoring me to the hard line of him pressed against me.
We didn't hear the door open this time either.
"Well, well," came Finn's unmistakably amused voice. "And here I thought I was interrupting a piano recital."
Liam didn't let go. If anything, he held me tighter.
Asher followed Finn in, his cool gaze taking us both in with calm precision. "We were wondering where you disappeared to, Jasmine."
I pulled back slightly, breathless, lips tingling. "I — my schedule cleared. I didn't know you'd be looking for me."
Finn grinned, sauntering over. "Funny thing. We might've cleared it."
Part of me wanted to tell them to leave. To have Liam alone, the way my body had been aching for since last night.
But then Finn's hand found my knee, and Asher's presence filled the room behind me, and something else stirred — something I didn't have a name for. A wanting that expanded instead of focused. That made room for all of them.
"You've been avoiding us," Asher said, arms crossed. "Why?"
"I wasn't avoiding —"
"Then what?" His jaw tightened. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you've been running. And I don't have patience for games."
The edge in his voice made me flinch. Liam noticed.
"Asher," Liam warned, stepping slightly in front of me. "Back off."
"She works for us," Asher said flatly. "All three of us. She seems to keep forgetting that."
The words landed like ice water.
"Is that a threat?" My voice came out smaller than I wanted.
"It's a fact." Asher's gaze was unreadable. "We could make this very easy or very complicated for you, Jasmine. Your choice."
"That's enough." Liam's voice had gone hard, a tone I'd never heard from him before. He turned fully, putting himself between me and Asher. "You don't get to do that."
"She is an employee —"
"She's more than that and you know it." Liam's hands were clenched at his sides. "If you can't see that, you shouldn't be in this room."
The silence was suffocating. Finn had gone still, watching his brothers with something like concern.
Asher's jaw worked. For a long moment, I thought he might leave.
But the ice had cracked. I stepped around Liam, facing Asher directly.
"You want to know why I've been pulling back?" I met his eyes, then Liam's, then Finn's. "Because I don't know how to want all three of you without feeling like I'm going to destroy everything." I gasped.
"And Adelyn is already spreading rumors," I continued, the words spilling out now. "About me and Liam. About late nights and special treatment. If this falls apart, if you start fighting over me, it confirms everything she's been saying. That I'm just some opportunist who fucked her way into —"
"Stop." Liam's hands found my face, gentle but firm. "We're not going to let that happen."
“Let us take care of it,” Finn whispered, mouth near my ear, lips brushing the shell of it. “Tell us what else you want, Jasmine,” he murmured, low and commanding. “Tell us and we’ll give it to you.”
“I want…” My breath hitched as Finn’s hand grazed the lace between my thighs. “I want you. All of you.”
“Good girl,” Asher said, his praise sending heat straight to my core.
Liam turned me to face him, tugging my shirt over my head in one smooth motion. “You’re trembling,” he murmured as he kissed down my neck. “Let’s make you fall apart.”
He backed me toward the plush studio couch while Finn tugged off my skirt and Asher knelt behind me, unclasping my bra, dragging it slowly down my arms until I stood completely exposed.
Three sets of hands moved in concert — Liam's mouth at my collarbone, Finn kissing across my hip as he sank to his knees, and Asher's hands tracing my spine with a reverence that contradicted every sharp word he'd ever spoken.
Finn groaned as he buried his face between my legs, his tongue parting my folds and tasting me like he needed it to breathe.
My hips bucked against him, the pleasure sharp and immediate as he flicked his tongue over my clit, teasing before sucking me deep into his mouth.
Three sets of hands moved in concert, Liam’s mouth at my collarbone, Finn kissing across my hip as he sank to his knees, and Asher’s hands massaging my breasts with just enough pressure to make my knees buckle.
Finn groaned as he buried his face between my legs, his tongue parting my folds and tasting me like he needed it to breathe.
My hips bucked against him, the pleasure sharp and immediate as he flicked his tongue over my clit, teasing before sucking me deep into his mouth.
“Fuck,” I gasped, reaching for Liam as he hovered near my face.
He kissed me then, open-mouthed, slow and deep, while Asher pinched my nipple and whispered filthy praise into my ear.
“So wet already,” Asher murmured. “Look at you. Taking Finn’s tongue like a good girl.”
Finn growled into me, the vibration making me cry out as my first orgasm crested. I shook against them, my body wracked with the intensity of it, but they didn’t stop.
Liam guided me down onto the couch, lying back so I straddled his hips. I felt the hard length of him pressed between us, his hands gripping my thighs.
“Ride me,” he said, voice thick with need. “Take what you need.”
I positioned myself over him, gasping as he filled me slowly, inch by glorious inch, until I was fully seated, stretched around him. “God, Liam,” I moaned, rolling my hips.
He groaned, fingers digging into my skin. “You feel like heaven.”
While I rode Liam, Asher stepped behind me, sliding his fingers between my cheeks, teasing, slicking me with lube I hadn’t even noticed him opening.
“You want more?” he asked against my ear.
“Yes. Please, Asher.”
He pressed a single finger in, gentle but relentless, and then another, stretching me carefully as Liam thrust up into me.
The pleasure was overwhelming, Liam deep inside me, Asher stretching me open with agonizing skill, Finn’s cock filling my mouth as he groaned and stroked my hair.
“You’re perfect like this,” Liam rasped. “Fucked full. Used. Worshipped.”
I whimpered as Asher pressed the thick head of his cock against my ass, slow and steady, filling me inch by inch. The sensation was intense, fuller than I’d ever felt.
My mouth fell open as I was completely claimed, one cock in my pussy, the other deep in my ass, their bodies caging me in.
“God,” I choked out, overwhelmed. “So full.”
Liam kissed my mouth, swallowing the sound. “You’re taking us so well, Jasmine. Look at you.”
“You were made for this,” Asher groaned, thrusting shallowly at first, hands gripping my hips tight. “Made for us.”
Finn, kneeling beside us, guided my hand to his cock, hard and flushed. “You’ve got one more,” he murmured, brushing his lips over mine. “Think you can take it?”
I met his gaze and nodded. He slid his cock between my lips, groaning as I took him deep into my throat, gagging slightly before relaxing my jaw and giving him everything.
I was filled in every way, Liam’s cock deep and steady, Asher fucking my ass with slow, punishing thrusts, and Finn using my mouth like he’d dreamed about it. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel.
They didn’t rush, they didn’t push me too far. Every move was measured, every thrust meant to build me higher, to worship me while utterly ruining me.
When I came again, shaking and raw, it was like being set on fire from the inside. The pressure in my core exploded, and I screamed around Finn’s cock, collapsing forward as I clenched around both men inside me. That triggered everything.
Finn pulled out and came across my tongue and lips, groaning my name like a benediction. Liam cursed beneath me, slamming into me hard one final time before he came with a deep, hoarse growl.
Asher’s thrusts became erratic, then his cock pulsed deep in my ass as he let go with a sharp gasp. He pulled out slowly, murmuring soft praise as he kissed my shoulder. Liam caught my face between his palms and kissed me gently, reverently.
They caught me as I collapsed, boneless and undone, kisses soft and whispered praise washing over me like balm.
“You’re ours,” Liam whispered again, brushing hair from my face.
“Always,” Asher added.
Finn pressed his lips to my forehead. “And we’re yours, Jas.”