Page 98 of As Thick As Thieves

“You want Stone to make you come, baby?” Cruz murmured, pushing his fingers a little deeper and making me cry out. “Do you think he deserves it?”

“I fucking deserve it,” I snapped, getting frustrated as he kept the slow pace. “Are you trying to get me off or wash your fingers in my pussy? Go faster.”

“So demanding,” he snickered, pulling them out and forcing them into my mouth without asking. Stone’s eyes darkened as I held his gaze, sucking on Cruz’s fingers greedily.

“Cruz, I swear to God—” Stone gritted out, and Cruz finally sighed.

“You don’t get to come, so I don’t know why you’re so—” He didn’t get to finish before Stone’s mouth was on mine, tasting me as his tongue swept into my mouth. “But sure, she’s all yours, man,” Cruz added dryly, but I barely heard him as Stone’s hand moved between my legs and he pushed his fingers inside me. He didn’t bother taking his time, pushing me over the edge as fast as he could and swallowing my cries as he continued to kiss me. I thought that was it, but he shoved the blanket off me as he pushed me onto my back and made his way down my body, apparently wanting to get me off again. “Fuck, Stone—”

“Shut the fuck up, you deserve it, remember?” he growled, not waiting for a reply before shoving his tongue into my pussy. Cruz chuckled in my ear, kissing my neck as his fingers toyed with my nipple, making me arch my back.

“I don’t think you’re getting out of bed any time soon.”

I was probably hurting Stone with the grip my thighs had on his head, but if it hurt, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t give a fuck about how loud or messy he was being as he noisily licked and sucked on my clit, his fingers pushing deep inside me to tease my G-spot. His hair was too short to grip onto, so I couldn’t yank him away as he brought me closer to a second orgasm.

Cruz’s fingers fanned around my throat lightly as he kissed me, my body exploding and causing me to almost fly off the damn bed, but Stone kept hold of me as he kept tonguing my clit again and again until it was almost painful, uncontrollable shakes racking my body from the delicious torture.

He finally stopped, crawling up my body to look down at me. His dick was hard against my sensitive pussy, but he stuck to Cruz’s rule and didn’t attempt to push the boundaries. His lips dropped to mine in a slow, lazy kiss, and I somehow managed to lift my arms off the bed to wrap them around his neck, keeping him close.

“I hope you’re both relaxed enough now because this morning could get messy,” Cruz murmured, climbing out of bed and making me pout.

“Don’t you want me to deal with that?” I asked, pointing to his tented boxers. Just because Stone wasn’t allowed to come, didn’t mean Cruz couldn’t.

“As much as I’d love to feel you choke on my dick right now, I think we need to get up, make coffee, and sit down for a long conversation,” he answered, grabbing my pants off the floor and tossing them at me.

We quickly got dressed, and I was well aware of Stone’s eyes burning into me the entire time, and as soon as Cruz opened the door, I was almost bowled over by Drake. I was pretty sure he’d been listening to us.

“Good morning, baby cakes. I missed you,” he groaned, kissing the crap out of me then pausing before leaning back. He raised an eyebrow, his voice full of teasing. “Why do you taste like your pussy?”

Knox was leaning against the wall in the hallway with his arms crossed and a blank look on his face, but from the hickeys on Drake’s neck, I knew they’d had a good time alone, too.

“I got hungry,” I joked, but Cruz wasn’t about to keep a secret.

“I shoved my pussy-coated fingers in her mouth, and Stone ate her for breakfast before kissing her. That’s probably why.”

Knox’s eyes narrowed, and even Drake managed to look annoyed. “You let him—”

“We’ll talk about it over coffee,” Cruz said firmly, dropping an arm around my shoulders and steering me towards the kitchen. It was pretty quiet, a few people wandering around aimlessly with breakfast and coffee, but it wasn’t bustling like it used to be. Grief hit me at knowing Leah wasn’t about to walk in with her cheerful laughter, and Cruz pressed a kiss to my temple, instantly noticing the change in the air around me.

“You go sit with Drake. I’ll get you some coffee and food.”

“I’m not—”

“Just something small,” he said gently, not letting me get away with skipping breakfast. Drake took my hand and tugged me towards the table, pulling me down onto his lap while eyeing Stone across the room as he followed the other two towards the food and coffee.

“Promise me he’s not being a dick.”

“He’s had a personality transplant,” I smiled, drawing his attention as I kissed his cheek. “Look, I don’t want to upset anyone, but Stone—”

“I’m not mad at you,” he said seriously, making me pause. “I’m just worried about you. I’m struggling to forgive him for fucking us over too. I don’t know how you’ve managed to forgive him.”

“He’s shown a lot of remorse, but this week it’s been different. He’s let his walls down and really let me in. I don’t mind the other side of him when he’s barking orders and being a dick, but it’s nice to see him relax. Not to mention he’s trying really hard to make up for his mistakes with orgasms today, apparently,” I grinned, a sense of relief filling his eyes.

“That’s good. As long as he respects you, then I’m okay with it. I’m mad at him, but he’s my family. Part of me is really happy he’s let you in because when he’s not being a spiteful asshole, he’s one of the most loyal guys around. If he’s serious about you, then he’d stand between you and a fucking tank if he had to.”

“If a tank’s coming at us, I don’t think Stone could hold it back with the power of his bare hands,” I teased, making Drake smirk.

“You’d be surprised what his love for you can do. When he wants something, the man can swim through set concrete.”

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