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I didn’t know how he had any strength left, but he laid her down gently across my thighs, pulled her legs apart, and licked my cum from her skin.
Just as he said he would.
Kyrie shuddered with a soft whimper, likely sensitive and aching, as his tongue traveled over her clit and folds.
“Too much?” He paused, watching her.
“No.” She grabbed the back of his head and pressed his mouth directly to her with a laugh. “Perfect.”
“Scoot over, D. Grudge, come here.” T-Bone was still deep inside Dyno, his body taut with his own imminent release. “You know what I want,” he added, eyes dark with lust.
With a little effort of my freshly-fucked limbs, I came to standing on the bed with my cock at T-Bone’s mouth level.
“Let me taste our little lady on your fat cock.” He took me in his mouth at the same time that he drove a deep thrust into Dyno, who moaned against Kyrie’s pussy. She in turn threw her head back, arching deeply as her hands dove into Dyno’s hair.
T-Bone’s moan around my length reached all the way down to my toes, and I had to put a hand against the wall to steady myself. He sucked me greedily, tongue swirling around to lap up all of Kyrie’s taste. Ihadbeen going soft, and was sensitive for a moment, but seeing all of them from this angle…what a fucking view.
Watching T-Bone’s cock disappear into Dyno’s ass with a rough crash of flesh. The long, slender muscles of Dyno’s back. Dyno’s face now buried in Kyrie’s pussy like he was trying to take her to another orgasm. And her. Flushed and well-fucked. So beautiful and erotic with her hair and legs spread across the bed. And all of this was happening while one of my favorite mouths sucked my cock.
T-Bone hummed a satisfied, “Mm-hmm,” when he noticed me getting hard again. And just like that, we were at it again.
He was the one to start the chain reaction of orgasms this time, slamming into Dyno with a final deep thrust that had him moaning loudly around my cock. Kyrie was next, T-Bone’s pleasure becoming hers as she writhed and shook under Dyno’s tongue. At the sight of her I was done for, spilling into T-Bone’s mouth with a deep groan from my chest.
That second round did us in, and we all collapsed into a heap on the too-small bed.
“Shower. Bed,” T-Bone grunted like a caveman, pulling an exhausted Kyrie against his chest. “I mean, our shower and our bed. This isn’t your room anymore.”
“’Kay.” Kyrie’s cheek smooshed against his sternum, eyelids drooping. “In a minute.”
Dyno flung an arm around me and brought his head to my chest. I drove my hands through his hair, stroking his head and neck while my heartbeat drummed under his ear.
In truth, none of us were ready to leave this messy but perfect little love nest we’d made.
FORTY-ONE
KYRIE
“So what are you gonna do?”
Chris’ gaze bore into me across the table, at least until Tiff smacked his arm with a disapproving click of her tongue. “Leave her alone. She can’t make that kind of big decision on the spot.”
It had been five glorious days of hardly doing anything at the clubhouse. I took naps in the middle of the day, helped myself to snacks, read books, and made love with my three men whenever I wanted to. Every moment was freeing and enjoyable, but as the days passed, I found myself restless.
I wanted to do something meaningful for others. It was like an itch I needed to scratch.
I had told everyone what Gerard and I had discussed in that basement. Everyone agreed that it was foolish to work with someone who had captured and imprisoned us. And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about his offer.
“She's leaning toward yes. I can see that look in her eye,” Chris went on, staring at me intently. “It's been mulling around in your head for a while, huh, little lady?”
“Don't call her that!” T-Bone hollered from across the house, his lumbering steps quickly approaching. “Only I can call her my little lady.” He bent to kiss my neck on his way past me into the kitchen, and I secretly preened at the possessiveness.
“Glad you aren't losing your hearing, old man,” Chris teased. “Even if it is selective.”
“What?” T-Bone barked.
“Nothin'!”
I usually loved the guys' banter but right then, it was all background noise to me. My head swam with what-if scenarios. If I didn't work in public service again, what would I do? Just...stay here and be an old lady to my men? Maybe that was appealing to some people, but I wanted to do more. And if I didn't take this offer from Gerard, how else would I get my foot in the door? Now that Dad and I were estranged, I had no other connections.
