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“Quit being such a whiner,” I tell him. “You pretended to be a badass when you demanded I be fired!” My bat swings again, hitting his brother’s knee. More screams echo among the four walls. I like the sound that a bat makes when it hits bones. It’s a very specific one. It reminds me of spring for some unknown reason.
“Aren’t you sorry now?” I ask rhetorically, because I know he isn’t. Not really. “For all the people you assaulted?”
“Yes! Please,” he yells. I roll my eyes and hit him in the dick. Twice. Wincing both times. But it’s for all the victims who felt violated because of him.
I turn to Gabe again. He looks fucking spectacular right now. He doesn’t utter a word or lose his composure as he tosses his knives.Purrrr!The way he prepares himself, the icy precision in his eyes just before he throws, and the rapidity of his movements. I’ll probably nut in my legging if I keep looking.
I swing my bat upward, shattering the maggot’s jaw and then getting his temple, knocking him out. I don’t care if he’s dead or not. I’ve had enough.
I drop the bat on the floor, it rolls for a couple of seconds and stops at Uri’s feet. He’s looking at me, but doesn’t say anything.
My arms ache, but I feel so damn good. This is what I want. What I need. To share everything with them.
I move near Gabe, and he looks down at me before tossing two knives almost at the same time, without taking his eyes off me. The blades slice the air and get both brothers in the head.
So bloody hot. If what I’m feeling is wrong, I don’t give a shite.
“I love the way the corner of your lip curls just before you toss a knife,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and smiling up at him, not caring about the blood on our clothes. It’s amazing how his blond hair is still perfectly styled. No wild strand in sight.
“I love you,” he says, and bloody hell, it’s nice to hear it.
“What now?” I ask.
“Now you learn how to be mine,” he declares.
“What is that supposed to mean?” I narrow my eyes at him. “I don’t need to learn anything from you, you thickheaded, stuck-up, arrogant?—”
He shuts me up with a short but dirty kiss. “Do you always have to fight back, Lori?”
“Always,” I echo.
“I’ll have to get used to it,” he utters simply.
“Promise?”
epilogue
LORI
“Give me that mouth,” Gabe grunts as he pistons inside my stretched hole on the cold kitchen counter. My chest is heaving with every harsh breath.
He can take it, easily. He knows I won’t object, but he wants that sweet surrender from me. He needs to see how much I crave him. I tilt my head and pucker my lips, waiting for his mouth to touch mine. As I feel the light brush, my teeth sink into his lower lip, and I suck hard.
“Milk my cock, put that hole to good use, Little Wasp.” Bez slaps my ass cheek and then grabs it hard, his palm right on the tattoo of the number five I had done two weeks ago for my boys’ birthday. They have to take me doggie style at least once a day now, love fucking me with their eyes on their mark of possession.
Simply groaning his own pleasure into my ear, he shakes in my arms, hips jerking, his cockhead punching into me with everybuck of his hips. I feel his cum shooting deep inside me, filling me so full I’ll never be without him.
“Lori, mmm. Clench.” It’s Gabe’s turn to spank me now while grinding his cock inside me. There is nothing hotter than hearing and feeling him losing his mind over me. Having this kind of power over someone like him, who always stays in control, feels headier than sniffing a new designer bag.
He calls the shots during sex most of the time, and maybe I like it this way. But I can make him shiver just by kissing him.
I’m well used every night, and the way my boys look at me when I grimace while sitting down nearly takes us right back to bed.
I can’t believe I lived an entire lifetime before I met them. I can’t even remember how it felt falling asleep without Gabe’s arms around me—Bez is not a cuddler but I still love him for a hundred different reasons.
The scent of sex fills the room, making my head spin. The lean, muscular body on top of me seems to have been made for me, every valley, and curve aligns perfectly with my own.
He pulls out, and I already feel colder and lonelier for the loss. But since we have somewhere to be, I force my legs down from his hips, allowing his cock to slide free. A trickle of semen follows, slicking my thighs. I clench the muscles of my ass, trying to keep it inside, but more of his cum trickles out of me.
