“Your ass is the biggest, prettiest slut,” Isaac says, lube now in hand as Deacon and I continue to kiss.
Isaac preps me with two fingers, then three, adding more and more lube to my hole with each pass of his knuckles. Once I don’t think I can hold onto any more, I lift my hips and guide Deacon’s cock to my entrance. It’s rock hard—typical—and it feels amazing as I slide back on it.
He groans into my mouth, and I gasp, biting down on his lower lip.
“Babe,” Deacon says to Isaac, sounding needy.
“Right here, babe.”
“Wanna feel you.”
Isaac’s hand comes first, pressing Deacon’s balls up to meet my ass cheeks and covering the place where we’re joined with a slick, rubbing palm. It makes Deaconwhine. “Fuck him. Fuck us.”
Taking two cocks is a process, no matter what position we’re in. While we do it at least once a week, and I do my best to keep myself toned and tight, I also remain accommodating. I relish every finger added. I hiss with the delicious stretch, and my men have learned to go in slow so that theyandI feel every moment of intense, perfect torture.
Isaac frots their bases as I let them in, adjusting my angle, relaxing and bearing down, keeping my breath even and deep until I’m so full I can’t move unless one of them does.
Isaac kisses my neck, and Deacon sucks at my jawline as Isaac releases his grip and advances to his full depth.
“Am I the only one close?” Deacon breathes.
I nuzzle into his hair, keeping my mouth near his ear.
“Fuck,” Isaac groans. One of his hands lands on my abs and the other loosely grips my dick, which was already hard fromthe two minute blow job. Now it’s profusely leaking from all the pressure they’re putting on my prostate.So much pressure.
“God,” I sigh.
“Fuck him. Fuck me,” Deacon demands.
Isaac curses again. “So tight.”
“We can take it.” I’m whispering because it’s either that or I scream.
“He’s good,” Deacon translates. “Now give us that big dick.”
And fuck us, but he does.
“This is…a choice.” Rachel sets the contract down on the dining room table and looks at me. “You understand there’s a one hundred-thousand dollar termination clause.”
“I’m more concerned about whether it’s binding.”
“Is the lawyer who wrote this hot?” Rachel asks Isaac. “They’re like super smart. And a little devious. Sneaking in all the shared office space and the medical powers of attorney? I’m impressed. But yes, it’s binding. Like a life sentence. On Alcatraz.”
“Perfect,” Deacon says, reaching for the contract and uncapping his pen with his teeth.
“Weirdest dinner party ever,” Bailey says.
I look at her, amazed she can sit there while Millie’s literally holding her hand in her lap and saywe’rethe weird ones.
Isaac, Deacon and I might not be able to marry each other legally, but we can commit to a lasting partnership with something other than whispers in the dark.
The paper Deacon just signed and is making itself towards me at the table gives Deacon and me a third of Isaac’s stock in Polytech, which, because it’s a publicly traded company, makesour partnership at least as difficult to dissolve as a marriage. Probably more. The termination clause is nothing compared to some of the other shit in here, all of which I’m eager to agree to. “Try to get rid of me now, guys.” I hand the contract with my signature to Jake who’s sitting next to his brother.
“Good luck,” Isaac says with a smirk, adding his signature to the document and making it official.
Sam is the first to rise from the table with a glass of champagne. He looks great in sleek black slacks and a suit jacket that sets off his broad shoulders. “Cheers, guys. Congratulations on the new partnership.”
Everyone joins the toast, and I share a smile with Deacon.
