Page 81 of Betraying Bexley

“A little.” He stepped to her. “You going to kiss me like you mean it?”

Bex tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “M-Maybe.”

“Fuck, I missed you, mami.” He wrapped his arm around her middle and pressed his lips to hers.

Bexley moaned. He was the opposite of Bronx. He was fire. They burned hot and fast in each other’s arms. She encircled his neck with her arms, deepening the kiss. All of the memories from the pool flooded her mind. The soft sounds he made in her ear. His strength. The way he made her fly in his arms. She couldn't get enough. When he put her down, she wobbled, and Bronx was there, steadying her.

“Confession time,” Alé whispered. “Bronx and I have been getting to know each other intimately so when we got back with you, we'd both be ready to please you.”

“He told me about the pool.” Bronx made air quotes when she said pool. “Super jealous of that, by the way.” Bronx kissed her again, this time with as much fire and passion as when Alé kissed her. It was overpowering and exciting. “We both knew we had to be comfortable together to be able to please you and be in a relationship together with you.” She glanced at Alé. “We also love you and each other. Alé was my rock while you were gone and while you healed. I don't think I'd have gotten through it without him.”

“Are you mad, mami?” Alé licked his bottom lip.

“N-No.” She held out her hands to both of them. “C-Come on.” Bex led them to her room. “W-Welcome.” She opened the door and stepped away.

The Mexican flag hung over her bed. The Pride flag had been painted by color around the edges of her room, giving off the illusion of the colors dripping down the walls. She had several bean bags for seating along with a small loveseat. Bex sat on her queen-sized bed while they looked around.

“This place is bitchin’,” Bronx said, taking in the space. “Did Noah and Mateo do this?”

“Y-Yes.” Satisfaction filled her. They’d made her feel at home. “M-My input, though.”

“It perfect, mami,” Alé whispered placing his beer on her desk. “Not as perfect as you though.” He strode toward her, ripping his shirt off as he closed the distance.

Nervous energy skittered through her stomach. It was the first time she allowed anyone to touch her since the day she’d been kidnapped. Her palms were sweaty, and her heart pounded. She glanced at Bronx who placed her phone in the stereo dock on her bookshelf. When the 80’s mix started to play, Bex relaxed.

“Interesting mix, B,” Alé said, standing between Bex’s legs.

“Thanks. It’s a guilty pleasure.” Bronx took off her half-denim jacket and placed it on the hook next to Bex’s door. “I bet your new dads would love it.” Bronx narrowed her eyes and a teasing grin tugged at her lips. “Have you ever heard them? You know? Doing it?”

Alé’s attention snapped to Bronx. “What the hell?”

Bronx shrugged. “They’re hot. Can’t blame a girl for being curious.”

Bex giggled. “M-Maybe once or t-twice.”

“I knew it.” Bronx jumped onto Bex’s bed.

“You’re both perverts,” Alé muttered. “I kind of like it.”

Bronx turned Bex’s face in her direction. “Kind of?” She kissed Bex. “Perhaps we should only allow him to watch us.”

“O-Okay.” Bex pressed her lips to Bronx’s while tugging at the hem of the girl’s shirt. “W-Why not?”

“I can watch.” Alé grabbed his beer and one of the bean bags. He settled in, taking a swallow of his beer. “I enjoy watching my old ladies pleasure each other.”

“Ew, don’t be a pig, Alé.” Bronx rolled her eyes.

“What?” He shrugged. “You’re mine and I’m yours. Both of yours.”

“W-We’re not p-property,” Bex added.

“Yeah, you heard her. We’re not property.” Bronx winked at Bex.

“Oh yeah?” Alé placed his beer on the shelf next to him then joined them on the bed. “Then tell me, what should I call you? Girlfriends sound so bland.” He positioned himself between them alternating kissing them while slowly undressing Bronx and Bex. “I got it. A lucky son of a bitch. Fuck, mami.”

Bex covered her face, taking her leg off in front of people still left her more than a little vulnerable. She didn’t like the way it made sparks of tension fill her or how her heart lodged in her throat while anticipating some horrible comment. Instead, Alé ran his palm along her stump and up to her hip. “P-Please.”

“I know, mami,” he whispered. “You’re still afraid. We’ve got you. Bronx?”

“On it.” She climbed off of the bed then helped Alé position Bex on the bed in a more comfortable manner then crawled between her legs. She kissed a path along her thigh, avoiding Bex’s sex and then down the inner part of her other leg. “Has anyone ever gone down on you Bex?”

She shook her head. “N-no.”

“Then you’re in for a treat.” Bronx pressed Bex’s legs open and nuzzled the top of her pussy. “Lay back and enjoy.”

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