Page 31 of Preyless
Aiden moaned himself as he watched us fall apart under him.
It only made it better.
“Yes, yes, yes!” Rory screamed out. “Fuck, Daddy!”
Waves upon waves of pleasure rolled through us both as our orgasms mixed and ebbed. Eventually, our movements became jerky until we stopped altogether.
The sound of Rory’s tinkling laugh filled the space. “Oh…my God.”
Aiden slowly released both of our throats. “Nah. No God here. Just your Daddies.”
I groaned as Rory’s pussy clenched down on my length again.
And then I smiled.
The rest of our lives were going to be so much fun.
ELEVEN
RORY
The driveto their house was less than five minutes, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of everything. My shoulders shook as I tried to swallow my laughter down in the passenger seat—Casey opted for the back so I could have more of the heat ventilation—as Aiden turned into their driveway.
Aiden turned to me with a sideways glance. They had both taken off their masks once we made it to the car, and I was finding it hard not to drool at either of their complexions. “What’s so funny, pretty girl?”
“Erm.” I chuckled. “I joined a kink app that allows for anonymous members anywhere in the world, found not one, buttwomen within twenty-four hours of downloading it, and they happen to live less than ten minutes away from me, in all actuality. Not to mention I am still getting over the fact that I just came on your knee and your boyfriend, so…”
Casey popped his head in between us. I blushed brightly as he pressed a quick kiss to my cheek, and then to Aiden’s. His words followed him as he hopped out of the car. “Sounds like fate to me. Welcome home, darlin’.”
It was Aiden’s turn to laugh. He shook his head as he turned off the ignition, got out of the car, and walked around to open my door. “Oh, it’s something alright. C’mon. You need warmer clothes. Or a hot shower. Or no clothes and body heat. All of the above could work, actually.”
I stared up at him in confusion as he looked down at me expectantly. “Did you just open my door for me?”
He squinted. “...yes?”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
I blinked. “Because I can do it myself?”
“That’s fantastic news. I’m glad to hear your motor skills are still working after multiple spine-tingling orgasms. Is that supposed to be revolutionary to me, though?” He snorted before reaching over me, unbuckling my seatbelt, and scooping me into his arms bridal-style, like I weighed absolutely nothing to him.
He was carrying me into his home like it was the most casual thing in the world. My mind reeled at the simplicity of it. “Is this normal? Guys doing this?”
His head tilted back and forth as he weighed his next set of words, climbing up the few stairs to the front door. Casey had left it open for us in his excitement of getting out of the car, and I sighed in relief as the warmth from their entryway hit me. Their car was warm, but the chill from the air had already reached my bones, and I wanted to whimper in relief. “Normal? Probably not. We live in a society where people don’t actually respect their partners like they claim. But it is normal tome, and something you should expect and get used to very quickly. I pamper those who are mine.”
My heart rate immediately sped up. “And I’m yours now? Just like that?”
I jumped as Casey’s voice sounded from down the hallway, right as he exited a room in nothing but gray sweatpants. “You could be.”
My eyes raked down the lines of muscle that covered Casey as my mouth went dry—both from the sight of the extremely muscular man and the words spoken that held nothing short of confidence. “O-okay.”
I wanted to face-palm.
Answer of the fucking year when the discussion of being owned by two strangers came into the equation.
My therapist was going to request a lobotomy for the both of us with that one.
