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“I’m always amazed by how good you feel,” he said. “And this ass is just mm!” His fingers curled into my flesh. “Top fuckin’ shelf.”
Jandro’s soft lips touched my shoulder, the wet skin of his chest caressing my back. “You ready for me, Mariposita?”
“Por favor,” I begged, turning my head to kiss him.
His kiss was fast, his gaze lowering to focus on where he was about to press inside me. Slick with water and lube, his head rested at my entrance and began to press through.
“Ah!” I cried at the light sting as he pushed past the first inch. He was thicker than Reaper, but not quite as long.
“Take it easy!” Reaper chastised.
“I am, man. I’m not going any further.”
“I’m good, really.” I already felt so full and desperate to move, eager to feel both of my men through me again. “Bounce me, please.”
Reaper raised and lowered me on him slowly, his arm muscles tight and flexed as he carefully controlled how far I went down. Jandro kept still, only caressing my waist and kissing my back while I adjusted to him.
“More,” I pleaded, leaning my head back when the stinging gave way to a delightful stretch. “Please, Jandro. More.”
He thrust forward, filling me with another thick inch that had me gasping.
“Sugar?” Reaper prompted, ever watchful of my limits.
“Yes, good, fuck, yeah…”
My grip on his shoulders loosened with my delirious, pleasure-babbling, leaning back on the hard support of Jandro’s chest. The gorgeous man in my ass kissed me, tongue licking tenderly into my mouth as his hands swept forward over my breasts.
Reaper’s grip remained steadfast on my hips, holding strong as he crashed into my pussy. The guys worked in tandem now, filling and emptying me with rough grunts and wet slaps of flesh. While every thrust was punishing, every caress was caring. They supported me between them, taking and defiling my body while answering every plea for more.
My next orgasm swept them up with me, tipping me over the edge with how they swelled and then spilled into me. Our shouts of release were distorted by the water running over us, and then only harsh breaths as we untangled and leaned our exhausted bodies against the shower wall.
Reaper stood at my back, his forehead heavy against the back of my head like he might fall asleep standing up. Jandro and I faced each other, our pants mingling as our hooded gazes met.
“Sorry we didn’t get to be alone,” I whispered. “Next time.”
He shook his head, his grin spreading. “I know we will, but there aren’t many things that can top this,Mariposita.”
With a quick nudge to Reaper, we all washed off for a third and final time before leaving the now-cold shower.
Eight
GUNNER
Governor Vance’s meeting room in the City Hall building was humble compared to the grand ones I sat in at McAlister Academy, my old military college. While people like my uncle got fat and rich from their first taste of power while their citizens starved, the Four Corners governor was living lean in comparison.
Aside from when his daughter went missing, Vance wasn’t suffering, but he wasn’t draped in riches either. I met many politicians who were good at pretending to be humble, to be in touch with ordinary people’s needs and made lofty promises to be different from all the slimy puppets before them. I often hoped that they would surprise me and actually be sincere for once. But after they got done shaking hands and delivering emotional speeches, it was always the same story in private.
Even before Horus, I had a knack for seeing things most people missed. I saw leaders lying through their teeth. I heard conversations behind closed doors that contradicted everything they said in public. Reaper was one of the few leaders consistently the same person both in public and private, which was why I chose to follow him.
Governor Vance, I started to realize, might have been another one of those rare breeds. Without the suit he wore, he would have been just another guy across the room laughing at one of Jandro’s ridiculous stories.
I learned a few interesting pieces of information straight from the horse’s mouth while Reaper was catching up with his dad. Like me, Vance was born into a powerful family. Bred and groomed to be a politician from a young age, thirst for power didn’t come naturally to him. He was a helper, and reminded me of Mari in that sense. In his university years, his spare time was spent on projects to provide for the lowest income members of his community.
“You did better than me,” I had snickered over a glass of bourbon in his office. “I did well in school, but I also partied. Hard.”
“I heard the Youngbloods were known for their debaucherous ways,” he chuckled.
I spread my hands in a shrug. “My reputation precedes me.”
