“I’m going to come so hard,” she cries.
And she’s not lying. She squeezes around my cock and jolts about on Azlan’s lap like she’s being zapped by a live wire. Her magic shoots through the air exploding in a multitude of colors around the bedroom.
It’s too much, feels too fucking good, and I come right after her, Azlan too, both of us pumping her full of our seed just like we promised.
And then all three of us are collapsing down on the bed; sweaty, sticky, satisfied.
Rhi lies out between the two of us, head resting on Azlan’s bicep, my own arm hooked over her belly.
“The practicing is good,” Azlan says, his voice low and throaty, “but one day we’re going to do that for real.”
31
Rhi
Stone twistshis face towards me and grins.
“Barone is going to be so pissed off.”
“Renzo?” I say. “Why?”
“Are you kidding me, Rhi? All he’s been talking about is sharing you and watching you. It’s all he can fucking think about too!”
I let Azlan snuggle the blanket up over the three of us.
“You could try to look a little less happy about the fact he’ll be upset,” I tell Stone.
He shakes his head.
“Why do you dislike him so much?” He snorts and I give him one of my don’t-mess-with-me looks.
“What do I dislike about him?!” he repeats with sarcasm.
“You mean apart from the contract killings and psychopathic tendencies,”Azlan says.
“I think all of you are a little psychopathic if you ask me,” I mumble, then narrow my eyes at Stone. “What is the deal between the two of you?”
“There’s no deal.”
“Bullshit, you clearly know each other.”
The grin falls from Stone’s face. “Not really.”
“So you do?”
“Did.”
“When?”
Stone rolls over onto his back and stares up at the ceiling.
I peer over my shoulder at Azlan. “Do you know?” He shakes his head, which kind of surprises me. I thought these two shared everything. Including me!
“Phoenix?” I ask.
He sighs, then tilts his head to meet my gaze.
“You know I was a foster kid, right? After my mom got …” he clears his throat, “taken away.”