“Look at how good you’re taking that cock,mo réiltín.See your cream on his shaft.He’s going to fill you up with all that come he’s been saving just for you, little star.And then I get my turn.”Kane bit into her shoulder, and I felt her fluttering around me, those tight walls clenching and sucking me deeper.
I wasn’t even all the way inside her, and my balls were already drawn up tight.From the moment I’d set eyes on Vega, I’d known she was it for me.I’d never had sex before.My star was going to be my own and only, in every way…
Except as my wife.
Fuck.
No, I wouldn’t think about that.Not when I was finally in the one place that brought me peace.My marriage was a problem for the future.There was only here, now, with Vega clamping down around me like her sweet pussy would never let me go.
Cupping the side of her face, I met those beautiful hazel eyes and slammed into her.Overwhelming need fought with my constant urge to be tender with her.Vega wasn’t just my person—she was the reason I continued to breathe.Taking care of her, protecting her, ensuring her happiness in every way, were my life goals.I didn’t want to exist in a world that didn’t include her.
She began to gush around my cock, and I fused my mouth to hers, kissing her tenderly as I fucked her deep.
Vega
SEVEN YEARS LATER
Walking into the locker room,I paused to inspect myself in the full-length mirror by the sink.I had a smear of something dark on my cheek and forehead.I honestly couldn’t remember if it was dirt, blood, or…notdirt or blood.I was too nose blind after a mayhem-fueled shift to smell myself.My scrubs were a murky green with dark streaks across my chest, belly, and when I turned—yep, right across my ass as well.
Being an ER nurse at the city’s busiest trauma center was not for the weak.Weekends were always—fucking always—a nightmare, and this particular Saturday shift had been no different.Lack of beds.Triage patients seen, diagnosed, and treated in the waiting room while ambulances lined up in the parking lot.
Multiple MVAs had resulted in a patient with a crushed sternum, another with a severe compound leg fracture, and then a head injury that needed an immediate decompressive craniectomy right there in the exam room before they could be safely transported up to surgery.
That was followed by two overdoses, leaving one on life support until next of kin could be contacted.And then there was the anaphylactic four-year-old, whose father was not only heavily intoxicated and had track marks on both arms, but had zero medical history knowledge to offer regarding his child, not even what his daughter was allergic to.Spoiler alert—it was peanuts, and he was the one who had given her a freaking Reese’s.No one was surprised when a hysterical mother had shown up, ranting about custodial rights and yelling about the many,manyreasons why a judge should have mandated supervised visits only.
Hard agree, sister.
Bless our social worker angels who worked tirelessly for our patients and had immediately stepped in.I wasn’t sure what had happened with the four-year-old after that because I was swamped with other patients.Fuck, I didn’t get paid enough for the fecal matter the sundowner patient had swiped on me as I was putting in another IV after she’d ripped the last one out.
At least I didn’t have a black eye from the elbow she’d thrown while I was cleaning her up so she could maintain a little dignity when her son and daughter-in-law finally arrived before my shift was over.It was one of the milder assaults I’d been subjected to by a patient.The last time I’d taken a hit, it had been from a belligerent drunk who’d outweighed me by at least two hundred pounds.That incident had left me with a concussion, a fractured nose, and two black eyes.
Unlike many of my coworkers, I didn’t mind working weekends.They were high-energy shifts that were so busy that the time flew by.I had a set schedule, working twelve-hour shifts Thursday through Saturday every week, and I didn’t turn down an extra half shift whenever my team needed me.It wasn’t like I had any plans on those days anyway.Ryder and Kane always worked over the weekends, so when I’d first been hired, I’d requested to work those particular days as well.
Typically, the rest of their week was open, and I would get them every night from Sunday to Wednesday.Although some days, I only got one of them.Sundays were usually Ryder’s night, Mondays were Kane’s.Every Tuesday was always dedicated to the three of us.Normally, I’d make dinner or we’d order in, watch a movie or the latest episode of our favorite shows.And then we’d make love all night.
Wednesdays were hit or miss, though.Sometimes I had one, sometimes I had the other, and sometimes I got both of them for an extra night.Neither of them ever offered to take me out, but I wouldn’t want to go if they had.I cherished every moment we got together.And if I was honest, I was greedy for all their attention.
Our time was spent in my apartment, never either of theirs.Neither of them had shown me their places, but that had never bothered me in the past.My apartment was our safe space, where we could be us without anyone judging our relationship.
Ryder and Kane had never introduced me to their parents either.Ryder’s reasoning was understandable.He hated his father.No—hate was too tame a word.Ryder loathed Cullum.I didn’t want to meet the man who had let his own child live in the foster care system so he didn’t have to be bothered with his well-being.Although, maybe I should have been thankful for that.Otherwise, I might not have met Ryder and, by extension, Kane.
The Brennan family was an enigma to me since Kane hadn’t introduced me to his parents either.He’d told me a few things about them, details that gave me a tiny glimpse into his childhood.When I mentioned us spending Christmas Day with them one year, he’d gotten a look on his face that unsettled me.
I should have questioned everything then and there.If I had, then I wouldn’t have felt like I was unraveling now.Ryder and Kane were alphaholes when it came to me.Always wanting to pay for things, buy me pretty clothes, jewelry.The sky was the limit, as they would always say with their signature panty-melting smiles.
Yet they didn’t protest for a single moment when I told them I’d be finding my own apartment, paying my own rent and bills.They didn’t grumble or visit any of the listings the agent had given me to set up times to tour each option.
It was my place and mine alone.No one else would have a say in where I laid my head to sleep each night.My fridge was continuously stocked with food I paid for, in the home that my salary covered.I didn’t care how much money they had.We were together because we were in love, not for what they could buy me.
At the time, I was so happy that neither of them had thrown their weight around.Independence was important to me after growing up in a system where I was nothing but a case number.Now, however, I saw it for what it was.If they had insisted on a different place, paid for it, and lived there with me full time, too many people would know who I was to them.
And that would have ruined everything for them.Parading their side piece so blatantly in front of their fiancées would have been a slap in the face for the Bianchi family.
Instead of answering my questions about Kane’s family, he and Ryder would distract me with drugging kisses that quickly turned into something more.I didn’t remember Kane’s silence on the subject of Christmas Day that year until several days later, and by then, I wasn’t sure I wanted to know why his dark eyes had flashed with what might have been guilt.
Looking back, it was easy to see that I’d buried my head in the sand countless times when it came to my men.If I’d asked questions, or done a name search on either of them, I would have gotten plenty of answers.All those red flags that I’d ignored would have made sense, and I would have cut ties then.
Losing either of my men wasn’t something I wanted to face.
