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Brooks made a sound at the back of his throat that must’ve gone straight to Skye’s dick because he screamed around his gag, bucking as much as possible in his bindings.
I squeezed his ass, dragged my fingers through my cum that was leaking out of his hole, then pushed it back inside. “Fuck, that’s it. You’re both so fucking sexy. My good boys. My perfect little sluts. Now, come on, toy, and give the brat your load.”
Both boys made an obscene sound as I continued to fuck my cum back into Skye with my fingers. His hole quivered, oversensitive and puffy.
And then he screamed again, his body shaking with the power of his orgasm as he came in Brooks’s mouth.
“That’s it, boy. Swallow it all. Good boy. Good toy. So fucking good.”
And then Brooks was pulling off, lips spit-soaked and cum dripping down his chin.
I took approximately fifteen seconds to admire my men and how fucking lucky I was before aftercare Dom jumped in. I removed Brooks’s cuffs first, briefly massaging his wrists and allowing the blood to flow back in them. Then once he wassteady enough to stand on his feet, he helped me unstrap Skye from the bench.
“Shh, that’s it. Take your time, darlin’.” I massaged his shoulders with one hand, holding Brooks close with the other. Soon, I got both boys cleaned up and cuddled under a blanket on the couch with me, drinking water. I had my phone in my lap as we scrolled through mindless TikToks, waiting for them both to come back to me.
As usual, Skye started to come out of subspace first, but we all stayed put, relaxing until Brooks began to fidget, the sign he wasn’t as deep under anymore. I kissed both their heads.
Brooks grinned up at me. “I love you. Both of you.”
“Love you too,” Skye and I said in tandem, then laughed at how ridiculous we were.
The three of us cleaned up the playroom together, wiping down the bench and washing the toys. We were just walking out, hand in hand like the cheesy fuckers we were, when Diego came barreling down the hallway, running faster than I’d ever seen him.
“I found him!” He slumped against the wall, panting.
“D, what’s the matter?” Brooks asked, pushing out of my hold and running up to his brother.
“I found him! And no one was answering their fucking phones.” He glared at Brooks.
My boy’s cheeks turned bright red as he grinned at Diego sheepishly. “We were a little busy.”
Diego huffed, but I could tell he was amused. “Yeah, and while you were, I found Tanner. I know where he’s been hiding.”
CHAPTER 20
BROOKS
We werein the south of France. Wished I could be more excited about it, but it wasn’t like I’d have time to enjoy it. This was going to be a quick trip, hopefully. Confirm Tanner was here, see what he knew, take him out, get back home. We hoped to fly out before the end of the week.
It was only Skye, Maverick, and me this time. Diego had some leads on who’d hired Sven and Andre to kill Ramirez and take Everett. Luca had wanted to stay back to take point on that if anything came up. I’d been surprised Luca didn’t want to deal with Tanner since it was kind of personal for him, but he trusted us to handle it, which meant a lot to me. Yeah, I wasn’t going alone, but still, there was history between them and he hadn’t thought twice about sending me to handle things. Leo and a few of his people were also staying at the estate while we were gone. It made everyone feel safer.
Wes had stayed home too. He was acting as a babysitter for Luca and Diego, making sure they didn’t get too wrapped up in their work, as well as a protector for Matty and Everett.
It had been strangely quiet when it came to Everett. Diego had been scouring every corner of the dark web, and we had Ari on it as well, but they were coming up empty. We assumedwhoever hired Sven and Andre must be looking for someone to clean up that mess, but they were being extremely quiet about it. Which, of course, raised all kinds of red flags. Everything was on the internet if you knew where to look. We had no reason to believe they had given up. Why would they? Luca's contacts at the FBI and other federal agents had all confirmed that if anyone was looking for Everett on their end, it wasn’t official. His case, and all traces of him, had completely disappeared. We weren’t sure if it was a good thing or not. The fact that all official mentions of Everett had been erased meant they were trying through unofficial channels, which meant more danger for us.
We were staying in a little apartment right off the beaches of Cannes. The view was gorgeous, but I was trying not to focus on it, otherwise I’d get salty. Mav promised we’d come back here to vacation one day when this was all over, so I was attempting to act like an adult about the whole thing and was busy trying to distract myself.
Skye and I were sharing a love seat that wasn’t big enough for the two of us, so we snuggled while watching a movie on his tablet as we waited for the sun to set. My legs were draped over his and he lazily massaged a knot in my thigh, both of us only half paying attention to the movie.
Maverick sat in a chair across from us, his legs stretched out and resting between us. I had one hand wrapped around his large foot, kind of like an anchor point. I wasn’t really into feet, but I was feeling a little out of sorts, so having that point of contact helped.
Pressed against Skye’s side, when I thought he wasn’t paying attention, I tried to take deep breaths, letting his scent sink into my psyche. He was wearing one of his overly faded, stretched-out T-shirts that I fucking loved. This one said,Hang in there. It gets worse.A picture of a chibi Grim Reaper sitting on a llamadrinking an iced coffee was below it. It was so fucking random, and that was why it worked.
I looked up at Maverick, who was looking at us instead of the tablet in his lap, where he was supposedly going over the last-minute details for tonight. Everything was golden. Skye, Diego, and I had all confirmed that, but Mav was Mav. Besides, I thought he was using it as an excuse so he didn’t have to watch the movie.
“You’re too far away, Sir,” I told him, batting my eyes and putting on my most innocent tone.
He wasn’t fooled. But he was fighting a smile, so I considered it a win.
