Page 114 of #Bossholes

“We love you more than anything. And if you tell us that you don’t love us back, that you’d be better off without us, we’ll walk away right now.” I hate myself for saying it, but it’s true. I love her enough to let her go, but only if she needs to find her happiness outside of us.

Kinsley stays quiet for a second, and when she pulls her hand from mine, I almost die on the spot, but then she lowers herself to the ground. “I love you too. All three of you.” She lunges for me, and I wrap my arms around her. I’ve never been a religious man, but I’m thanking every god out there for helping me get the girl. “But don’t do that shit to me again.”

“Never,” Wyatt mumbles as he and Maverick wrap around her in a group hug.

She yanks herself away from us and points to us each in turn. “But don’t think I’m coming back to work for you.”

I let out a nervous chuckle, wringing a hand around my neck. “We were thinking you could go to law school. Maybe finish up your undergrad at Vanderbilt.”

Her jaw drops as she takes me in. “But Colin and tuition… I can’t.”

I reach out and stroke a hand down the side of her face, then tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “We’re a family, Kins. Families support each other.”

At first I’m not sure if I said the right thing or the wrong thing. A sob catches in her throat as tears stream down her face, and she launches herself at me, nearly toppling us both over.

I hold her as tight as I can, stroking a hand down her back, until she lifts her head from my chest. “I’ve never had a real family before. It’s only been Colin and me.”

Maverick leans over and brushes his lips across her temple. “You do now.”

“Your dreams are our dreams.” Wyatt nods. “We’ll pick up the slack, take Colin to his appointments, make sure you’ve bothdone your homework, and Mav will cook us dinner. You deserve everything in life, and we can help you get it.”

“I love you guys.” Kinsley glances behind us to the conference room door as it opens. “But maybe we should get out of here.”

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Maverick

I’mon fucking cloud nine right now. We’ve got our girl’s forgiveness, and we’re seconds away from devouring her pussy too. Or, at least, I am.

I’m desperate for Kinsley, so fucking desperate I’m ready to crawl out of my skin. She’s forgiven us—thank God for that—but now that we’re back at my apartment, I need to show her how I feel. Words aren’t enough.

She deserves to be worshipped, treasured, loved.

And I have a good idea how to make sure all those things happen.

After one last taste from her delectable mouth, I flop onto the middle of my bed, my legs hanging off the side, and tap my chest. “Come on, firecracker. You have seconds to get your pants off and plant your naked pussy on my face.”

“And what if I don’t?” She puts a hand on her hip and cocks her head to the side.

Her response is quick, but mine’s faster. “Then Brantley is going to turn your ass red, and you’re going to do it anyway.”

Brantley smirks, rubs his hands together, and looks at her like he’s more than willing to make my wishes come true.

She gasps, her neck flushing, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. She glances between us and bites down on her bottom lip. “I forgot how bossy you can be.”

“Then I’d say you need a reminder.” I prop myself up on the mattress and pin her with a hard glare. “I told you to get undressed and sit on my fucking face like the dirty little slut we all know you want to be. Wyatt—side of the bed. I want to watch her swallow your cock while Brantley gets that pussy ready for us to fuck it together.”

Kinsley lets out a small whimper but complies.

Slowly.

She must be asking for a spanking because she really is taking her sweet ass time, unbuttoning her blouse, shimmying out of her skirt. And fuck me, she’s wearing a bright pink lace thong and a matching bra that has her tits nearly spilling out the top.

Wyatt and Brantley groan together, quickly stripping down to their boxer briefs. They’re both wearing matching strained expressions; no doubt it’s taking all their self control not to fuck her right now. I know I’m struggling.

With her, I’m a very impatient man.

Kinsley meets my gaze, pulling the lace down her legs and tossing it toward me. I catch them easily, inhaling her perfect musky scent. I can’t wait to taste it.

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