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Grayson slows his pace. His thrusts are languid and torturous as Colt's cock enters me from behind. The pressure is slow to build. There's a small bite of pain. I bury my head in the crook of Grayson's neck and bite him. He moans and thrusts up, making the pressure go from uncomfortable to fucking amazing.
Colt's dick is seated fully inside my ass.
"I think you broke her," Grayson says on a chuckle. "You okay, tiger?"
I let go of his skin and nod, not able to speak.
"Hold on, baby," Colt says softly, moving his hips in time with Grayson's thrusts.
"F-f-fuck," I stutter out.
"Good girl," Mateo's rumbling voice fills the room.
I still for a moment, expecting him to join us, then I realize he's speaking through the intercom.
I'd call him a name, but my mind is filled by one thing and one thing only. The pulsing inside me as the men make me come. Having Mateo watching what he could have is an added bonus.
I'm not sure why he tortures himself. He's not going to fuck me until he learns to apologize.
"I bet she can come one more time," Grayson says to Colt.
Colt grunts in agreement, not one to be distracted from sex.
"Oh, fuck, yes," I say between gasps.
"Right there, tiger. You like this?"
I dig my nails into the sheet next to his head and rest my forehead against his shoulder.
"We got you, Demi. You're going to come so hard." Grayson thrusts up again, making my core clench around his thick cock.
"Say it."
I whimper, but open my mouth. "I'm going to come so hard."
And I do. Again and again until my thighs fill with jelly and my body is a tight bundle of oversexed bliss.
Chapter Twenty-One
Mateo
“Shipments in LA and Oregon arrived without issue, but a truck en route to Montana had a bit of trouble.”
I’m trying to focus on Grayson’s weekly report, but all I can picture is him and Colt with Demi. I curl my fingers into a fist and grind my teeth. While I enjoyed the show, I’m pissed they beat me to her.
“—no authorities were called and the men disposed of the bikers. There were only four. There’s been no trouble coming from the president of Black Claw MC, but I anticipate a small retaliation. We can send out Luis’s squadron to deliver a message if you want.”
I nod. “The goods were salvaged?”
“A few cases were shot up. The drugs survived.”
“Good. Send Luis to speak with Black Claw. Let me know if they’re not open to direction. We can handle it if we need to.”
Grayson pulls out his phone and taps out a message to Luis. “Done.”
My eyes flick to Colt.
He uncrosses his arms and hands me the latest financials from the legitimate businesses we use to clean our money. I scan over the documents. I’m not overly invested in studying them. Colt’s an expert when it comes to making sure the books are on the up and up. I flip through a few more pages then toss the packet of papers down on the desk.
