Bash and I tell her how good she is, how she makes us feel, how pretty she looks in her new necklace.Bash starts fucking her mouth harder.He’s on the edge, and so am I.
Reaching down, I thumb Ella’s clit while she rocks back and forth.
Her protracted cry of joy is muffled over Bash’s cock.I feel her orgasm in the tightening of her muscles—her legs, her cunt.The rippling motion sets me over the edge, too.Bash pulls his dick from her mouth and spurts come over her chest, hitting the necklace, just like he wanted to do.My orgasm continues as I empty into her, gripping her hips to hold her tightly against me.
I want her here with us always, our little treasure, our sweet girl.
I can’t imagine a more perfect night.
SIXTEEN
Ella
Ironwood is still working on the case, but two days after we get back from the coast, they still don’t have any news.I’m tempted to call Olivia and ask her to nudge her men to work faster, but I’m sure they’re all doing everything they can.It’s just difficult when I have no idea what’s going on anymore.
Kingston’s apartment is quiet.Schrödinger snores on one of the sofas.Kingston has nicknamed him “Demon,” but whenever he says it, I pretend to cover Schrödinger’s ears.
It’s nearing lunchtime.King’s at the office, and Bash is running some errands.I should eat, but nothing looks good in the fridge.
Because I haven’t heard from Gianna in a few days, I send her a text.
Ella:Hey, if you’re free right now, can I take you out for lunch?
Gianna:Heck yes, I’m free.And I’m always starving these days.
Ella:What are you in the mood for?
Gianna:French fries.All the french fries.And a deli sandwich, if that sounds good to you?
Ella:Yes, it does!I’ll meet you at Woodstock in ten?
Gianna:More like twenty because I’m coming from Bellefleur, but yes!
I text a head’s up to my bodyguards and throw on a pair of cut-off shorts and a tank top.It’s too hot for pants.When I give myself a quick look-over in the mirror, my new necklace catches the bathroom light.I run my fingers over the circle.So simple, so elegant.So meaningful.I’m so gone for these men.
My guards—Cora and Squid, today—walk with me down Caro Boulevard to Woodstock Deli, where Gianna is waiting just inside the front door.
“Oh my gosh,” Gianna groans when she sees me.“You look all cute and summery and I look like a manatee in a muumuu.”
“Shut up, you’re gorgeous,” I say.“You’ve got a shine about you.”
It’s true, but it’s not entirely true.While there’s a definite pregnancy glow surrounding Gianna, and she definitely looks gorgeous, there are also dark circles under her eyes.
“You have a shine about you, too,” she says, taking me in.“I guess being in love suits you?”
“How did you know I’m in love—oh.Did Tommy tell you?”
She nods and looks furtively around the deli.“He said you have two boyfriends—is that for real?”
“Yeah,” I say with an awkward laugh.
Eyes twinkling, she grabs my arm and says, “I must.Know.Everything.”
“Let’s order some food and I’ll tell you all about it.”
When our food is ready, we find a small table off to the side and talk, and talk, and talk.I tell her all about Kingston and Sebastian, with some watered-down details of how we got together, and I even share minimally about how I used to hook up with Kingston’s son.
“Scandalous!”Gianna cries, cackling.“I freaking love it.Joel deserved for you to leave him—he sounds like a dickhead.”