Page 146 of Wanted
Kendrick was with Felicita now. The entire family placed bets on the outcome of tonight. Alex would leave again tomorrow. All I had was today.
Leaning over Alex’s almost naked body, I stretched to reach the nightstand. Goosebumps covered my skin as I felt the shape of him press against me. A familiar set of hands groped my butt, kneading, and massaging me. I leaned into it. While Fylox’s fingers were sturdy and rough, Alex’s were slim and long. I recognized their touch in my sleep. I had two men who both appreciated every detail of my anatomy, inside and outside. I grabbed the special lube from the nightstand, and I shifted on top of Alex, enjoying the tortured look on his face. His cock was hard beneath my thighs, and I teased him, causing friction.
I held up the bottle of odorless water-based lube. Alex gazed at it questioningly. I was a brat, and brats didn’t deserve lube. Fylox and I still played that game, and Alex hadn’t forgotten.
Drawing my eyebrows together, I pouted. “Just because I pushed a baby out of my vagina, that doesn’t mean I can take two dicks at once. Especially if one of them is yours, Alex. I need lube.”
Alex raised his eyebrows. “So you want...”
I nodded. “Both of you in my pussy. I deserve a special gift after five years of not having both of you. Who gets inside first?“
I gazed at them, noticing every bit of luck I’d been blessed with. Torture and love were united.
“Climb on top of Alex.” I could feel Fylox counting in his head. The therapist had suggested he do that. He moved behind us, and I heard the towel drop the floor. “Warm your pussy up. Then I’ll join you.”
I took a deep breath, rolling my eyes back. We didn’t need fancy aftershaves or cologne. There was a hint of citrus in the air, mixed with their essence. I was on top of Alex, but I twisted on top of him to face Fylox behind me.
Without second-guessing it, I surged forward, embracing Fylox. He froze against my touch. When we were sexual, I wasn’t supposed to go off-script. “It’s only us. I love you. If you need to stop, let me know, and we’ll go get Kendrick, okay? We don’t have to do this.”
He nodded, refusing to reciprocate my embrace. I swallowed, and I intently studied him for a moment. I understood him, but some of his quirks were too deep, even for me. Was he doing this to please me? Would this trigger him? Fuck.
“Ride him, my little queen. You asked for double penetration. You’re getting it,” Fylox said, and I exhaled in relief.My little queen.It was the most arresting contradiction I’d ever encountered. I handed Fylox the bottle of lube while I settled on top of Alex. He didn’t let out a sound as I grabbed his cock, palming and stroking it. I could have sworn that his erection grew bigger every time I saw it, but you’d call me delusional. Perhaps I was.
I led him through my wet folds, rejoicing in the sounds my pussy made. Video sex was nice, but nothing beat this. With a smirk, Alex commented, “The things we do for you.”
My legs were toned enough to withstand my weight without my arms helping me out while I rode Alex. I let my fingertips wander across the sculpture that was Alex’s body. Whereas Fylox was marred, there wasn’t a single scar on Alex’s skin.
There would never be because his family wouldn’t allow it. We had his back, and whoever harmed one of us would have to deal with the rest of us.
It was a lot to process for me. Twenty plus years had passed since my mother had been murdered, and I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that I had a family again, a real one.
Alex picked up on the tears that spilled out of me, picking them up with his thumbs. Before he could ask what went through my mind, I led him inside of me. The gasp that erupted from me was natural. Every time felt like the first time. Alex was lucky that I liked him so much because that cock of his was far too big for anyone in a normal state of mind. That came from me, the former Katantian Princess.
I noticed the amusement that danced in his eyes, and I felt like exploding. But then Fylox peppered my back with kisses, traveling from the back of my neck to the small of my back. Each curve was theirs. The marks on me were Fylox’s, but they could be Alex’s if he were ever interested…
“Do you need more time?” Alex asked.
I shook my head. “Let’s do this. I’m ready. Pour that lube on me, Fylox. Pour it all over my filthy body.”
Alex gripped my hips with one hand, tantalizing me with his care. His other hand grazed and flicked my nipple. Rolling his lips, Alex asked, “What’s in the lube?”
“A special aphrodisiac and that chemical they put in the oral sex lube to dilate—”
“Okay, I retract my question,” Alex interrupted me, and I couldn’t hold back my innocent giggle. “Fuck, baby, you feel too good to be true.”
“I am, though,” I pointed out. He might have signed his contracts in Indianapolis. He might have won his games. He didn’t have the number of rings that he had initially dreamed of… I was probably to blame for that. But who could resist being the center of Alex’s universe? He was in the States, but his heart breathed in Katantia. Every day, it took all of my strength not to ask him to come back to us for good.
I didn’t have the right to do that, not when jobs and legacies depended on him. I understood the role of a public figure.
I was one myself.
Fylox was quiet behind us, but I heard the counting. I counted with him for moral support, and I knew that he felt it.
“This is the strangest thing I’ve ever done,” Alex said.
“Stranger than marrying the queen of a sex country?”
“Stranger than that, yes.”
