Their Space

Nova woke up alone in the bed, sore and tangled in sheets that still smelled like leather, smoke, and sex.

For a few seconds she didn’t move. Her body ached in places that made the night before impossible to dismiss as a dream. The room was quieter than she expected. No music. No voices. Just the low morning light pushing through the blinds and the faint sound of engines somewhere outside.

She sat up slowly, pulling the sheet with her. Her clothes were in a messy pile near the chair. Someone had left a black t-shirt on the end of the bed. She pulled it on, ignoring the way it hung too large on her frame, and stood up.

The door opened before she reached it.

Kane stepped inside, already dressed, coffee in one hand. His eyes moved over her bare legs and the shirt she was wearing with quiet satisfaction.

“You’re up.”

“I want to leave,” Nova said.

“No.”

She stared at him. “You can’t just keep saying no.”

“I can.” Kane closed the door behind him with his foot. “You’re on club grounds. Your car is still dead on our road. And after last night, you’re not walking out of here like nothing happened.”

“Last night was—”

“The start.” He set the coffee down and walked toward her. “Not a one-time mistake.”

Nova held her ground even as her pulse climbed. “You, Jax, and Reed don’t get to decide what I am.”

Kane stopped in front of her. “We already did.”

Before she could answer, the door opened again. Jax walked in first, followed by Reed. Both of them looked her over without bothering to hide it. Jax’s expression was hard and interested. Reed’s mouth curved like he was enjoying the tension.

“She’s awake,” Reed said. “And already arguing.”

“I noticed,” Kane replied.

Nova crossed her arms over her chest. “All three of you are out of your minds if you think I’m just going to stay here and play along.”

Jax stepped closer. “You weren’t complaining last night when you were coming on my cock.”

Heat rushed to her face. “That doesn’t mean—”

“It means you liked it,” Jax cut in. “So stop pretending you want to run.”

Reed moved around behind her, close enough that she felt his presence at her back. “You can keep talking if it makes you feel better. We’re still not letting you leave.”

Nova turned her head to look at him. “You don’t own me.”

Kane’s hand settled under her chin and brought her face back toward him. “Not yet. But we’re working on it.”

He kissed her.

It was slower than the night before, but no less certain. One hand gripped her hip while the other held her jaw in place. Behind her, Reed’s hands slid under the oversized shirt, palms warm against her bare waist. Jax watched for a moment before stepping in and pulling the shirt up over her head, leaving her naked between the three of them again.

“Still sore?” Kane murmured against her mouth.

“What do you think?”

“Good.”

He walked her backward until the backs of her knees hit the bed, then pushed her down onto it. Jax and Reed followed. Kane stripped out of his clothes first. The other two did the same. Nova’s eyes moved over all three of them despite herself, heat already settling low in her stomach.

Kane moved between her thighs and stroked two fingers through her folds. The sound he made when he felt how wet she was sent a flicker of dark satisfaction across his face.

“Already wet,” he said. “For someone who wants to leave, your body isn’t doing a good job of backing you up.”

Nova glared at him. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Yes.”

He pushed two fingers inside her and curled them, watching her reaction as he worked her with steady pressure. Jax leaned down and closed his mouth over her breast, sucking hard enough to make her back arch. Reed kissed her, swallowing the soft sound that escaped when Kane added his thumb to her clit.

The combination left her with nowhere to focus. Kane’s fingers, Jax’s mouth, Reed’s tongue — every nerve felt overloaded. Kane kept the pace deliberate, building her higher without letting her fall over the edge until her thighs were trembling.

“Come,” he said.

The orgasm hit her hard. Nova cried out against Reed’s mouth as her body clenched around Kane’s fingers. He worked her through it, then pulled his hand away and replaced it with his cock, pushing inside her in one deep thrust.

The stretch pulled a broken sound from her throat. Kane groaned as he sank all the way in, gripping her hips.

“Fuck. Still so tight.”

He started moving with deep, controlled strokes. Jax shifted up and guided his cock toward her mouth. Nova opened for him on instinct, and he slid past her lips with a low curse. Reed stroked himself while he watched, one hand still moving over her body.

Kane fucked her with steady intensity while she took Jax deeper. Every thrust from Kane pushed her forward onto Jax. Reed eventually moved in closer, and Kane pulled out long enough for Reed to take his place. Reed pushed into her with a rough exhale, hands gripping her thighs as he started thrusting deep and hard.

Kane stroked himself while he watched, then moved up and replaced Jax at her mouth. Nova barely had time to adjust before Kane was filling her throat with the same controlled rhythm he did everything else. Jax’s hands roamed over her breasts, pinching and stroking, keeping the sensations sharp.

Reed’s pace increased. The pressure built fast under the dual attention. When the second orgasm crashed through her, Nova moaned around Kane’s cock as her body pulsed hard around Reed. Reed cursed and followed her over, burying himself deep as he came. Kane pulled from her mouth and finished across her chest with a low, rough sound. Jax took her hand and stroked himself to release over her stomach a moment later.

For a while afterward, none of them moved much.

Kane brushed hair away from her face, eyes dark and steady.

“You’re staying,” he said simply.

Nova lay there, breathing hard, body marked by all three of them, and didn’t have the strength to argue.

Not right then.

Reed stretched out beside her with a satisfied sound. Jax sat on the edge of the bed, still watching her like he wasn’t done.

Kane’s hand settled on her bare thigh, possessive and final.

“Get used to this,” he said. “We’re nowhere near finished with you.”

Nova closed her eyes for a second, pulse still uneven, and understood that leaving had already become a lot more complicated than she wanted to admit.