Page 120 of Retribution
“Darlin’ your throat is fucking heaven,” he gasps. “If I died now, I would be fine with it. There you go. Yes. Swallow every drop. Don’t make a mess, baby.”
Isolde chokes as she tries to swallow as quickly as possible. Cum overflows from her lips, but Lucas doesn’t seem worried. Pulling his cock from her mouth, he glances at me.
“We don’t let cum go to waste, Alesso.”
Goosebumps rise along my skin because his word is law. His dominance is stronger than the rest of the pack, but he also doesn’t use it against us. Bending down, I cup Isolde’s face and lick up her jaw. Kissing her, I shove my tongue into her mouth to seek out every drop of Lucas’ cum.
Isolde is wrecked by the time we come up for air, and I have to help her up. Picking her up, I take her to the bathroom and she and Lucas shower. That wasn’t part of the plan, but it was absolutely worth it.
Isolde dresses in a pair of green cargo pants, a long sleeved shirt with lace sleeves, and combat boots. She looks beautiful, and Lucas looks happy as I begin brushing out her hair.
“All I want is for you to be you, Isolde. I don’t care for cookie cutter trophy wives. Why do you think I’ve been single for so long?” he asks.
I have wondered to myself why he hasn’t really dated. His life is under a microscope in the news spheres, despite trying to livea more private life. It makes sense that he would insist on living outside of major cities so that he doesn’t have to worry as much about reporters.
I haven’t seen a single one while we’ve been here.
Isolde examines the braid that I pulled her hair back into and nods before sliding sharp pins into it.
“These really won’t set off the security censors?” I ask suspiciously.
“Even if they do, they’ll wand me and find that my bra has a metal underwire. If I throw a hissy fit because they’re wanding my breasts with a baby strapped to me, Lucas will growl and scare the shit out of them,” Isolde shrugs.
“You’re way too aware of how much you affect us,” Lucas chuckles, kissing her cheek. “We’re leaving in five minutes. Do whatever you need to before then.”
Isolde gets up to use the restroom, while I walk out to say goodbye to Leila. Maybe orgasms are good for my anxiety, I’m not feeling as full of dread about them leaving.
Thebambinais still snoozing peacefully in Grant’s arms, and Oliver and I walk them out to the car. Leila whimpers a little while Isolde puts her in the car seat, but it’s nothing crazy. The wind cuts through the trees as we wave goodbye, causing me to shiver even in the thick hoodie I put on.
“Let’s go inside and promise not to come outside again until spring,” Oliver mutters. “I’m tired as fuck of winter.”
“I know a better way to warm me up,” I say, grabbing his arm and dragging him into the trees surrounding the front of the house.
“Oh?” he asks. “And what is that?”
“Using your mouth like the good little glory hole you are,” I growl, pushing him to his knees as I shove my pants down my thighs. “Our girl came all over me and soaked my cock. I think you should clean me up, don’t you?”
“Fuck what I said about winter,” he says, folding his hands behind his back. “Use me, baby.”
Grabbing his wild hair, I pull him toward my dick to fuck his face. This is the perfect use of my day.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lucas
“I’m going to drop the three of you off at the front,” Grant murmurs as he drives through traffic.
Leila did really well on the drive, and I didn’t mind stopping at a rest area earlier to take a break so we could get her changed and fed. She’s a snacker. I would be hangry if I were her and growing too.
I really love having Isolde and her with me, and I feel like I’m missing things when I’m away from them. I know that they won’t be able to come into the city every time that I have to work, but I’ll definitely soak up every second that I can have them this trip.
In my mind, I know that I’m going to be in meetings most of the day, but I asked my staff to set aside a room where Isolde can hang out. She has a play mat to lay on the ground so she can lay Leila down to stretch and kick, and she also said on the drive down that she packed a few toys.
Babies this age seem to be easier to keep happy.
Grant pulls in front of Reid Pharmaceuticals, and gets out of the car quickly with Isolde and I. He holds her jacket while shetakes Leila out of the car seat and pops her into the carrier. The jacket is oversized, so she easily zips it up around them both.
I grab the diaper bag from Grant along with my briefcase, and I raise my brow at him as he escorts us to the door.
