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Unknown: Have you seen how tight that man’s pants are? Those fucking thighs of his take up every inch of fabric. How the fuck was I supposed to get my hand in there to steal his phone? You just leave yours lying around. Unknown: Bad habit, by the way.
I smiled at the memory of Caleb’s pale face when he realized she had a blade poised at the family jewels. He should commission a stab-proof cup since she was always gunning for his junk.
“Scar, here’s a gift for you. Material for when you use your fingers to fuck that leaking cunt of yours,” I said to my phone.
“Will you come clean me up next time, Scar?”
DICK VIDEOS ARE ONLY GOOD IF THEY MOAN YOUR NAME
I’d only ever been close to one man, and that had fucking backfired epically. Ryan was now my sole friend, and we only spoke every few months. But we’d connected on a soul level and didn’t need daily communication. It was a relationship that transcended space and time. Plus, she didn’t have a dick. Dicks were trouble.
I’d bleed for her. It was why I’d given her a burner with my personal number. No one had that. A direct line to Cain. The merc for hire who was known for the ability to get to anyone.
She had her suspicions, though. Friendships, when you were a criminal, had different rules. We didn’t share our every secret. Being a good friend meant not having an issue with secrets being kept from you.
I laughed thinking about it because Ryan would probably shoot them in the head before they even got close. La Brujita de Los Muertos had twitchy fingers and didn’t give a shit about asking questions.
Who was still shirtless in the middle of the afternoon? “You aren’t wearing any pants. Arguably, that’s worse than no shirt,” he said, amusement in his tone.
“Nope.” I popped the P while wiping down the counter to stay busy, uncomfortable at the admission I’d made. “Dominick didn’t like to feed me as a kid. Knowing how to cook would’ve made it hard to keep me hungry.”
“You’ll never go hungry while you’re in my care.” Heat curled in my core at the word care. No one had ever cared for me before, and suddenly it was the only thing in the world I wanted.
You can call me your dirty slut and shove your cock down my throat and still cook for me and tuck me into bed, Niko,” I said, yanking down his gray sweats till they banded around his muscular thighs. My brain had a goddamn aneurysm at the sight of him.
Precum beaded at the head of his cock. My thumb swiped over the liquid before dragging it over his shaft. Images of Kenji fucking his hand sprouted in my mind, sending another wave of desire shooting to my core. “You can be both hard and soft with me, Niko.” I leaned forward and drew a ball into my mouth. My heart beat loud in my ears as I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks. “Oh, fuck,” he uttered as I swirled the tip of his cock with my tongue, flicking the velvety-soft skin. His words were like a prayer on his lips. Yet I was the one on my knees in worship.
“Be my good little whore and get on the fuckin’ counter.”
Kenji filled us in on his hunch about her hating her family as deeply as we did ours. And Caleb knew better than to question Kenji’s gut on these matters. Where my obsession drove me to learn every little thing about a person, Kenji was a human lie detector with an uncanny ability to read people.
“You better stretch me with that thick fucking cock of yours, Niko. Because I swear if you’re just fucking with me right now, I will lose my shit, and you’ll end up with a second stab wound.”
“I’m going to make that dirty fucking mouth of yours clean up the mess you make on my cock after I’m done using you.” I dug two fingers into her warm heat with my free hand, reveling in the way I made her eyes roll back at the intrusion. “So. Fucking. Wet.” I punctuated each word with a thrust.
“Maybe I do want a piece of all three of you, Caleb.” What. The. Fuck?
“Mikayla,” an angry voice barked out. “If you’re so eager to get Mr. Callahan some lingerie he’d like, then I suggest you ask his wife for her sizes. This is no way to treat one of our best clients.”
Megan’s wine-colored lips turned down into a disapproving line. “He’s not the client I’m referring to, Mikayla,” she said, taking the items from me as we moved toward the counter. “Ms. Scarletta is the one who regularly shops here.”
“No. It’s not your fault. You can’t carry that burdened. You can choose to exact her revenge and bring her justice, but your fucked-up sperm donors were responsible. Not three boys,” I said, a fierceness to my voice that took us both by surprise.
I moaned his name as his thick finger ran through my arousal. My hands found the wall for support as he rubbed my slick clit, swirling the bundle of nerves with the rough pad of his finger. “You’re so fucking wet for me, wife. Say my name louder so they know I’m bringing your pussy pleasure.”
“Pinch your fucking nipples, Scar,” he ordered between labored breaths. I brought my hands up and played with my nipples, watching the way he jerked off furiously. I was so fucking turned on; I couldn’t help but add a finger of my own to where he was pumping them in and out of my pussy. “Dammit, Scar,” he groaned, slamming his lips to mine. “Why do you have to be so fucking hot?”
“You’re going to be coated in my cum the rest of the day. Understand?” he asked, his green eyes arrogantly staring me down as he tucked himself back inside his slacks while I stood there with his cum leaking down my leg. “And just so you know, the three of us tell each other everything. Niko says your mouth is like a gift from the devil.” He leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I’ll have to tell them that you love to be coated in cum too.” Holy shit. I was fucked.
“If you flirt with my husband again, I’ll rip out your tongue,” I’d said to Mikayla when she continued to “accidentally” touch his arm. “She means that literally,” Caleb had added on, looking at me with something that looked an awful lot like pride. “And if you don’t push off their advances, I’ll cut off your balls.” He’d smiled at that.
Henry wasn’t just a doorman who sat behind the pretty terrazzo stone desk in the lobby. He was head of security for my building. Literally mine. I’d bought a whole fucking building so I could employ my own security team to watch over me.
Ryan had a similar setup with Lotería, her club in Tucson. Legal business on paper, but not so legal business when you dug around. She ran guns with hers. I sold mercenary services.
“What the fuck did you just say about my wife?” Caleb bit out. Warmth pooled in my belly at the term.
“I’d pull the trigger if you asked me to, and I’m pretty good at ditching a body too.” Confusion flicked across his face. He didn’t know whether I was serious or fucking with him to distract him from why he was so irate. I didn’t offer any clues as to what the correct answer was.
“For your sake, I hope you’re just sleazy and not into some awful shit. If so, I can convince him not to kill you. But if I look you up and don’t like what I find, I’ll be the one to cut off your balls before letting my husband have his way with you.”
“I want you to run.” I moaned as his teeth latched on to my flesh. “I’m too worked up. First the dressing room, and now this. I need an outlet. Since you didn’t let me kill him, I’m going to give you a five-second head start, and then I’m going to come after you, Scar,” he said against my neck, his hands digging into my hips as his cock hardened against my ass. “One.” Bite. “Two.” Bite. “Three.”
“You like being chased? Does the idea of me roughly fucking you turn you on?”
“Fuck,” he whispered as I writhed against his hand that he still had pressed to my clit from the outside of my joggers. “That’s my good little slut. Dry hump my fucking hand. Can you feel my cum rubbing into your pussy? I want you covered in my scent,” he said, teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my shoulders. “My. Fucking. Wife.”
“Grab your shit fast. I’m dropping you off at the apartment. I have shit to do,” he called out before walking away. The events from earlier today were forgotten. The wall between us had been rebuilt, but it was admittedly not as stable as before. At least not on my end. And that was what worried me.
Angry steps stormed across the living room. Scar practically ran through the kitchen, making a beeline for her room, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder and mumbling about dumbass men who didn’t give her dick.
Kenji’s shoulder brushed my arm as he came to stand beside me, equally entranced with the sex goddess bringing herself to an orgasm. His tattooed hand wrapped around his cock, matching the pace of her fingering herself.
I moved over as Kenji joined us, tangling his hand in her wet locks and pulling her into a kiss. I didn’t bother backing up to give them room. Kenji and I had shared women before. This wasn’t new for us, but based on the question, two men would be new for her. I loved that Scar was proud of her sexually experiences, but fuck, was there something hot about knowing this would be her first threesome.
“You taste so fucking good, Scar. I knew I’d be addicted. I want to bury my tongue in your pussy every day until I die,” Kenji said, his eyes swirling with lust as he fisted his cock. “You need to have a taste, Niko.”
The vulnerability in her eyes tore at my blackened heart. Even this confident woman had tender areas she kept shielded under her fierce persona. She wanted to belong. Wanted to be cared for. Possessiveness thrummed in my veins. She was mine. Ours.
“Scar.” My voice was breathless as she pressed her ass against my cock, my hands landing on her hips to still her movements so I could fucking think. “I’m going to use you like a whore, but that’s because you’re my pretty little whore. Caleb’s a fucking idiot who needs to pull his head out of his ass,” I said, picking her up and dropping her ass onto the shower bench. “We’re going to fuck your pussy raw now.”
Tile bit into my skin, but I didn’t care. “I may not be religious, but I’ll sink to my knees for my solntse. Anytime,” I said, thrilled with the prospect of tasting her on my tongue.
Her crystal blue eyes swiveled to Kenji. “I think your thick cock looks prettier with my hand wrapped around it, Kenji,” she taunted. “This is mine. No more bitches get to fuck this cock. It’s either your hand or me. That’s it. Understand?” she asked with a growl. His body practically melted under her tone. He liked her in charge of him.
She looked at both of us with hunger in her eyes. I’d never felt more wanted by a woman. Caleb was an idiot. “Niko, shouldn’t your tongue be fucking me right now?” she asked, breaking my lust-filled trance.
“Are you going to shine for him while he fucks you, Scar?” His words caused her eyes to morph from tender to lustful, and she nodded, the honeyed strands clinging to her body.
“Fuck, it’s so hot to watch him fill you up, little one,” Kenji groaned out, sounding close himself. He deserves to feel how perfect her pussy is too.
He scrambled over so fast he nearly tripped over himself. I expected him to use his fingers to shove it back into her waiting pussy, but instead, he collected it with his tongue. My brain had a meltdown at the sight, and my heart was palpitating. I’d never thought about how I’d feel watching another man lap up my release as it leaked out of a pussy, but I knew right then I wanted to see this again and again and again.
“Honestly, I’d be pissed too if I were you. She let you coat her thong in cum, walked around with them like that, let you chase her, and you didn’t fuck her?” I asked, in total shock at what a fucking idiot he was.
And once he’d decided to keep you, the fucker wasn’t letting go.
Jealousy had briefly zinged through me when she walked in to find his gift. She looked at Caleb with an emotion I hadn’t seen from her up to that point—affection. The jealousy lasted only a second because I wanted her to look at Caleb like that. Niko too. But more importantly, I wanted her to look at me like that. And I was hoping the time we’d get together tonight would provide that opportunity.
