Fisting my hair, Liam slams his length down my throat, halting any further words when he thrusts in and out of my mouth. “That’s it, Dove, take this cock down your throat like a good girl,” he hisses, snapping his hips forward.
Liam’s face twists in pleasure, his mouth falling open as he feeds me his cock. “You like it when Karl fills your tight holes while I fuck your mouth, don’t you?” I hum my agreement, and he growls, “You’re going to keep coming until I bathe you in my cum.”
The pressure in my core mounts, and I know I’m about to explode again. Liam doubles his pace when I let out another muffled scream. Karl’s relentless as his fingers pound into my pussy and curl up, hitting the same spot over and over again.
I moan, breathing through my nose, creating a vibration as I swallow Liam’s shaft. His movements become jerky, and I know he’s close. We’re both climbing higher, and I’m determined to make him come when I do.
Relaxing the muscles in my throat, I close my mouth around Liam’s cock, swirling my tongue over its crown. “This goddamn fucking mouth,” he shouts, thickening while he tries to allow me to control the tempo.
Karl bites my clit just as he hits the same spot inside, making my pussy clamp down. A moment later, his fingers curl in my ass, discovering a place I didn’t even know could feel so good, and I cry out my release just as Liam roars his own. Hot spurts shoot down my throat, and I suck even harder, determined to drink what he has and more.
“That’s our fucking good girl. Swallow everything I give you, and not a drop less,” Liam praises, releasing my hair and pulling out of my mouth.
Sighing, I fall back against the cushion, spent and eager for bed. Liam tucks his dick back into his pants before climbing down off the couch.
After they both help me get dressed, they peer at me with a reverence one can only give someone they truly see. No words need to be spoken. Everything is simply understood.
A smile grows on my face as they both press a kiss on my forehead.
Karl is the one to lift me, and I must have dozed off because when my eyes flicker open, I’m in a bed. Based on the spiced, smoked brandy smell, I know it’s not my own. But I don’t care. This is the most peaceful I’ve felt in months.
Inhaling, I snuggle into Rowan’s broad chest and fight to stay awake. I need to talk to him, but he’s so warm. “Shhh, sleep.
Whatever we need to discuss can wait.” I mumble something incoherent before my eyelids grow too heavy to keep open.
Rowan rubs my belly, and just before I drift back to sleep, I swear I hear him whisper, “I love you.”
EMMA
It’s been two nights since I moved in, and things don’t feel as settled as I’d want them to. There are still some unresolved issues that need to be addressed. I stare down at the table set for six.
“Are you sure you’re cool with going home tonight?” I ask Shay. I didn’t want her to have to deal with the storm brewing.
Shay looks at me like I failed a shapes and colors test. “Why would I mind going home to get stew peas and rice?”
I laugh and shake my head. “How could I forget? You probably would’ve left me tonight anyway once you found out what your mom was cooking.”
“You know me so well. No one gets between me and my food,” she says, batting her eyelashes.
Rolling my eyes, I reply, “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Miss Bradford,” the chef calls from the kitchen. “Dinner will be served in twenty minutes.”
Butterflies flutter in my stomach. I’m nervous.
What if we can’t actually fix this?
“Stop it,” Shay admonishes. “Tonight is going to work out. It’s clear you all love each other. Even the densest person can see that.”
I scratch the back of my neck, contemplating her words.
Love. “Love is not enough to sustain a relationship. Trust and love go hand in hand. I have to be able to know they won’t abuse my feelings for them so they can take advantage of me. After every??”
My eyes shut, hoping to ward off the pain. Inhaling, I center myself so I don’t fall apart where I stand. “After everything, I need to know it’s not another ploy. I’d murder them. Mercilessly,” I hiss, glaring as I ball my hands into fists. I’d be on the next episode of
Snapped or
Cold Case Files. My training this summer will go a long way in ensuring I’m never caught.
“Okay, Harley, stow your stabby hair sticks,” she teases. “And remember, you’re too pretty for prison, but if you absolutely need to kill one of them, I’ll stage a prison break before they even read the charges. Then we can hide at my family’s estate in Jamaica.”
Her joke eases the tension, and the tightness in my shoulders dissipates, making my mood far less volatile. Smiling, I retort, “As long as you promise hot guys, I’m there.”
“No the fuck you’re not-not if you want the island of Jamaica to still exist,” Liam growls.
I snap my head toward his voice and almost melt where I stand. Liam’s hair is in a messy bun, showing off the shaved sides of his head. He’s wearing gray, black, and white flannel and distressed dark-wash denim jeans. His jaw flexes, accentuating the sharpness of his stubbled jaw.
“Wipe yuh chin, bitch,” Shay giggles, snapping me from my trance. Then, she turns to Liam. “And I’m going to pretend you didn’t threaten my country.”
Shay leans over and hugs me from the side before reminding me to make them work for it. I smile, squeezing her back before we part, and she exits the room, leaving Liam and me alone in the room.
“Hot men?” he quips, arching his brow as he strides over to me.
“What about hot men?” Karl questions, entering the dining room. Rowan, August, and Sebastian quickly follow behind.
Liam answers, brushing his thumb along my cheek. “Emma, here, thinks she can run off to Jamaica with Shay, be with hot men, and leave us behind.”
Sebastian bends to kiss me. “Oh? Is that right, Spitfire?” he murmurs, breathing along my neck. “Ten,” is all he has to say, and shivers travel the length of my spine, making my pussy involuntarily clench.
“I didn’t actually do it. So, how does that count?” I whine.
Smirking, Sebastian’s fingers trail up and down my arm. “As if you actually need to do anything. Eleven,” he hums, and I yelp when I’m pulled away from him.
“What men?” Rowan demands, pulling out my chair. I sit, and he takes the seat next to mine.
I stare into his chocolate-brown eyes in shock. Rowan has barely spoken two words to me since I’ve moved in. Outside of threatening to punish me for trying to lift boxes during the move, it’s been radio silence.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.