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Her moans are muffled around Edmund’s dick, but she’s getting louder and more worked up. Her cunt clenches around me in an increasing rhythm. Our girl’s getting close to an orgasm. Edmund reaches down to play with her clit some more.
“Come for us, little girl.” I thrust again and again, meeting her movements. “Come on my cock.”
She screams around Edmund and her head falls back. Her eyes are closed in ecstasy as she shudders and shakes with her release. I can’t hold back anymore. The next time my dick spears upward, I let go—coming and coming into her, wishing the condom was gone so my seed could find her womb...so I could breed her.
Breed her? Well, that’s a new kink unlocked.
Edmund cups the side of her face—normally I think he’d be holding her neck. “Gonna come all over your tongue and your throat, angel. Get ready to swallow me down.”
Her gray eyes are soft and she makes a little noise of approval. Meek as a kitten now that she’s drunk on our cocks.
“Fuck, fuck—” Edmund grunts and holds her head close to him, his hips jerking while he comes.
Dani makes an “mmm” sound, like his come is the yummiest thing she’s ever tasted.
I tug her close against me and Edmund slides from her mouth. I kiss her hard, licking into her mouth, not caring about the taste of him there, just wanting her tongue, her lips, her everything.
I want her love.
She can say she hates us all she wants. But in this moment we all took part in? There wasn’t a hint of hatred.
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Edmund
The flower shop is a tiny boutique. It’s located halfway down a street off of Caro that’s so small, it looks like an alley. I tried pushing Danica toward a more traditional shop—one of those big names that my mom recommended, the kind hired for celebrity events.
But Danica insisted on this one.
The owner is a woman who looks not much older than Danica. Her brown hair has been dyed orange, red, and yellow at the ends, making her look like a fiery rainbow. She balks when we tell her the wedding date is at the end of the month.
“Two and a half weeks?” Her eyebrows go high on her freckled forehead.
“Yeah.” Danica flashes an apologetic smile. “I know you might be booked, but I wanted to ask you first. You did such a good job for my cousin’s funeral...”
“Your cousin?”
“Patrick Aseyev-Hodgkins.”
“Oh—the Aseyev funeral.” Sympathy fills the florist’s eyes. “I didn’t realize the connection. I’m sorry for your loss.”
Danica nods. “Thanks.”
While the florist flips through her calendar, Troy pretends to examine arrangements. He’s really checking out the room and evaluating it for safety.
“It’ll be tight, and we won’t have time to order anything exotic.” The florist taps her calendar page. “But I don’t have any events scheduled that day. If I bring in Max for overtime, and hire my brother...”
I clear my throat, impatient. “Whatever extra costs there might be for the inconvenience, we’ll pay them. Just make this happen.”
Danica and the florist look up at me as if surprised to hear me speak.
I shrug. “If you want this florist, this is the one you’ll have.”
“Edmund.” Danica sounds exasperated. “You can’t just boss people around with your money—Emily, charge us an asshole tax, okay?”
The florist—Emily, I guess is her name—laughs. “Oh, you two are going to be dynamite together.”
“Explosive and chaotic and the ruin of everything around us?” Danica arches a blond eyebrow.
