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Fingers—I didn’t know whose at this point—rubbed my clit through the kiss, the padded thumb bowing my spine and pressing my breasts up into Aaron. The thrusts got faster, more frantic. Then a forceful rut and the pinch of my clit shot me into blissful oblivion. The intensity of my orgasm blacked out my vision and melted every bone in my body to jelly.
Lucky hissed against my lips as I held him inside me with a vise grip as I convulsed around him in aftershocks. He squeezed both my hips and rutted into me with two hard pumps. flooding my insides with his hot cum and a vibrating growl through his chest.
When he pulled out, a trail of sticky fluid seeped out onto the mattress between us. He gripped Aaron’s cock and guidedhim back to my full pussy, notching the head between my lips before letting go.
“Fuck her, Daddy. Fuck your dick into my cum and feel both of us cover your cock.”
Even in my sated state, my body electrified at those words. I felt the grin of the taunting man’s lips against my shoulder before he continued. “The next time you feel my cum, it’ll be inside you.”
Fuck. Oh fuck. My pussy clenched against the phantom of Aaron’s cock not yet inside me, despite my release. Imagining these two men—fucking—while I watched… I needed Aaron to finish me. Now.
He finally shoved himself inside my slick channel, but he halted, a fierce stare fixated on Lucky’s face.
“The next time I feel your cum,Rojo, it will be all over my chest. But you will be filled with me.”
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh…
I screamed when Aaron picked up his pace, pistoning his hips to pierce me so deeply I buckled beneath him. His pubic bone ground hard on my clit, and his deep rutting forced more of our combined cum to leak out, making the moment impossibly hotter. Another orgasm tore through me, every atom in my body experiencing euphoric release as my childhood friend came inside me and claimed me as his.
We lay there for a time, completely spent in a tangle of limbs and bodily fluids, sharing chaste kisses and gentle touches in our aftermath.
Eventually, Aaron pulled out of me, and Lucky jumped out of our cocoon to grab cloths to clean us up.
When he returned, the mischievous gleam I’d come to love cast a glow across his skin. He held the cloth to my swollen pussy and gently wiped away our combined mess, but when he turned to Aaron to do the same, he dipped his head to his crotch instead, lapping his tongue along the softening shaft coated in us.
Aaron’s careful eyes cataloged his movements, his expression stoic as another man’s mouth cleaned his cock with care. But when Lucky rose, Aaron gripped his jaw between two fingers and brought his lips to his in a tongue-sucking kiss.
When he released his hold, Lucky drew back in muted surprise, his eyebrows reaching his hairline as he stared into Aaron’s neutral gaze.
“You have tasted my cum twice,Rojo. It was time I experienced the same.” The rare, sexy grin—a shy, smirky smile—spread across our scary mafia man’s face, causing a giggle to erupt from my throat, and an incredulous laugh from Lucky.
I rose out of the bed without help, quickly peed, and pulled my shorts back on to catch any errant cum leaks overnight. We were far too tired to shower. But if I left the safety of our cozy den for too long, I knew I wouldn’t save myself from falling apart.
“Thank you,” I whispered into the dark as I settled back into my place between them. Lucky pulled the covers back over us once again, and the two men pulled me into their arms in a loose, but protective hold.
“Always, love.” Lucky’s muscular arms squeezed me between them, and then softly released.
“Forever,Mi Reina.” Aaron’s breath rustled my hair before he placed a light kiss to the crown of my head.
I drifted off to sleep with the soft dream in my mind of a woman who loved three men and got to walk away from this life with each of them by her side.
A pleasant dream to numb the pain—and soften the nightmare of tomorrow.
“So, are we not going to talk about the scary goons at the front of the building?” Marty angled one perfectly manicured eyebrow at me, his silver eyes filled with concerned curiosity.
Of course, he’d heard the rumors. There wasn’t a person in the state who hadn’t heard every talk show blather on about my fallen status, even though not a single arrest had been made or any actual evidence brought to the public. It was very telling that the world would just as easily worship you on a pedestal as try to clobber you with it, depending on what the media moguls wantedthem to do.
Painting me as the villain was selling far more newspapers than the mayor’s current escort scandal, or the crack addiction of a high-profile evangelical pastor. Both men fit the current acceptable narrative. Better to turn their attention to theBillionaire Barbie of Brutalityas one paper so eloquently put it.
I would have scoffed at their jibes months ago, when the risk of being caught was minimal. That confidence had waned, replaced instead with anxious dreams in Lucky’s arms and layers of planning that had a sixty percent chance of working.
Alec had transferred the ownership of the nightmarish collar that held my dreams hostage to Antonio. When Joey offered to pick up my sedatives, I’d declined. They were a symbol of the man’s hold on me, and I wasn’t willing to relinquish my power to him anymore. I wasn’t sleeping well, but I was sleeping, thanks to the two men who kept my body warm and my mind protected beneath a layer of silk sheets.
The pain of Kellan leaving had hung over me like a thick storm cloud for the last three days, but I had more than enough to keep me busy with the announcement tomorrow. I’d disassociated enough to grin and bear it, but the cavernous ache in my chest returned every time his shadowy form entered my thoughts. He could have been with me today as my sword and shield. But he was well and truly gone. No sign of life, just a series of unanswered texts, and a hole where my heart used to be.
So, instead of having the man who I’d entrusted with my safety for several years, I had one of Sammy’s heavily vetted teams: four guards stationed outside of my already heavily fortified office building. Aside from my condo, it was likely one of the most secure buildings in the state. But after Blackbird’s appearance on my coffee table shattered my security, I couldn’t take the chance. Not when I had good, innocent people like Marty who could get caught inthe crossfire. Slicing off the penis of a pedophile or predator and watching the blood stain their expensive shoes was an enjoyable pastime of mine, but I didn’t want any of these people,mypeople, getting so much as a paper cut under my care.
“What’s to talk about?” I quipped as we sat side by side on the supple cream leather sofa in my office, reviewing the briefs of the day. My private life had been scattered into the wind during a dust storm, but it was business as usual at Lane Enterprises. Capitalism stopped for no one. “Surely, you’ve heard what people are saying about me?”
