Page 81 of Brutal Queen

Once he’d apologised profusely enough to satisfy Zo, and given us a ten per cent discount on the next few shipments at my insistence, my security detail sent him packing. I keep an office at one of the larger warehouses now, so I can at least pretend to keep an element of my work life away from our home. I was kidding myself, thinking I could separate church and state entirely, but it helps.

I’m eager to get out of here today because tonight is movie night.

One night a week, we all agree to sack off any and all our responsibilities and bundle in a heap on the sofa together. Tonight, it’s Sinclair’s choice, so we have a three-hour sci-fi epic ahead of us. He’s pickedThe Abysswhich is a favourite of mine, but I swear if they’re not naked by the time the third act catastrophe, I’m going to kick off.

I need some Friday night fun, food, and fucking.

When we get home, the first thing I do is kick off my boots and untie the braid I’ve taken to wearing at work. I head straight upstairs to change into something more comfortable, otherwise known as Benny’s sweats and one of Nico’s tanks. They tease me for stealing their clothes, but I know they love it really.

When I head back down, I spy Sinclair and Benedict curled up on the sofa together before I head into the kitchen, finding Nico scooping popcorn into multiple bowls. We’ve learned that while we can share many things—not least of all, each other—we don’t share food. Plus Benny is a special kind of weirdo who covers his popcorn with shredded cheese.

Holy fuck no. Just. No.

I head for the fridge to get a bottle of wine and I’m chuckling to myself as I catch Nico picking various toppings out from around the ring Benny gave him. It’s a simple band and they’ve never clarified what it means to them, whether it’s an engagement ring or a collar of sorts, but I know it’s a promise. Benedict wears a matching one, and he’s forever running his fingertips over it when he’s away from Nico for any length of time. It’s adorable.

“Why can’t you all be normal?” he complains but not looking put out in any real way.

“I am normal. I eat plain buttered popcorn. You all are the lunatics, dicking about with cheese, salt, toffee, and bourbon,” Enzo chimes in. He moves behind me and starts to do battlewith the corkscrew, the cork putting up a fight, as I open the cupboard to get the wine glasses.

“You know malt liquor popcorn is a stroke of genius,” Nico replies, lifting one eyebrow, challenging Zo.

“That may be, but stop using my fucking whiskey to make it, you prick,” Enzo says, unable to keep a straight face, his scowl breaking into a broad grin.

“You know you love us really,” I tease, taking the stubborn wine bottle out of his hand and placing it on the counter, reaching up to squeeze his cheeks playfully.

When we’re all at home together and make the effort to switch off, we’re the definition of domestic bliss. Effortlessly moving around each other and meeting each other's needs without prompting.

It’s heaven, and it’s nights like this that make life worth living.

“Of course I do, phoenix,” Nico says, dropping his playful grump and bending to kiss the tip of my nose. His lips start a tingle that chases through me and coaxes a bashful smile from me. I love the way this huge brute of a man can touch me so delicately that I feel like the most precious thing on this earth.

After taking all the food and snacks through, we all settle on the couch. Benny lounging sideways at the end, legs thrown over Nico. Then me, nestled close to Sinclair’s side and Enzo on the floor in front of me. It can’t be comfortable for him, but he’s thrown a cushion down and seems happy sitting there.

Zo’s as relaxed as I’ve ever seen him, his head cradled between my thighs while he throws popcorn into his mouth. Watching his jaw flex and throat bob as he swallows shouldn’t be making me as heated as it is, but holy fuck, there’s something about watching his tattooed collar dance that sends a wake up call to my core every time.

As the movie plays, the popcorn bowls empty at a steadypace and the wine is polished off. We sink into the closeness and connection we all share, hands absentmindedly stroking whoever’s limb is closest. I’m curling my fingers along Sinclair's inner thigh while he fiddles with the ends of my hair where they settle on the back of the sofa.

On the flat screen, Lt. Coffey is trying to arm a nuclear warhead to declare war on a peaceful alien race, but I’m distracted when Enzo moves, collecting all the empty popcorn bowls and placing them on the coffee table. When he’s finished, he doesn’t assume the same position. Oh no. He settles on his knees, facing me.

His heavy palms grip my ankles and pull my legs together before running his palm up the outside of my legs. I whimper in disappointment. Suddenly he’s closing my legs so that he can hook his fingers into the waistband of my sweats to drag them down.

Sinclair moves in tandem, running his fingers along the hem of my shirt, before gripping it tightly and dragging it up and over my head. My eyes track the movement as the top is flung to the side, and it’s then I notice that Benny is shirtless too and being hauled onto Nico’s lap, facing me, his back against Nico’s front.

I don’t know where to look, as several things happen at once. I’m lifted onto Sinclair’s lap and positioned similarly to Benny, only with my legs spread either side of his, leaving me open to Zo, who feathers his touch in playful teases along my inner thighs.

I cast my gaze to the other end of the sofa, watching them watching me. Nico’s hand travels down the undulating plains of Benny’s abs, stopping at his waistband for the briefest of moments, before gripping tightly and then wrenching down his sweats, exposing his length to me.

I don’t hide my approval, moaning when Nico’s massivehand circles Benny’s hard cock and jerks him off in sinfully slow strokes. I lick my lips when I see the first bead of pre-cum well in the slit of his crown.

“Are you going to be a good boy and watch Sin and Zo play with our queen?” Nico rumbles in Benny’s ear between savage nips and bites at his nape.

“Fuck, yes, sir.”

I’m captivated by the hazy tone of Benny’s assent and the glimmer in his blown pupils.

“You don’t come until I say so. Do you understand, Bambi?” he continues, stopping his even strokes and causing a pathetic whine to erupt from between Benny’s parted lips.

“Yes, sir. I understand. You control my cock and my cum,” Benny rasps, then whimpers when Nico cups his palm over the crown of his weeping dick and then glides down his rigid cock.

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