“What are you doing?” Dex asks hoarsely, even though he already knows.
“I’ll give you one guess,” I tell him, working harder on her clit. “Get it right, and I’ll move this blanket.” His eyes snap to mine, and I raise my brow. “You want the blanket moved?”
“You want him to see what we’re doing, Baby?” Leo asks in that sexy voice that drops an octave when he’s turned on.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I look back at Dex. “What’s the call?” This is his chance to beat a hasty retreat or man up.
“You’re playing with her pussy,” Dex answers, gripping the arms of the chair.
Leo jerks the blanket off with his free hand, and Dex has the perfect view of us fingering her. Her hips are moving freely now, fucking our hands, seeking her release since she doesn’t have to hide.
“Fuck,” Dex whispers, sitting up in the chair so he can angle his body more toward us to see better.
“Isn’t that pussy pretty?” I ask. I know they had fooled around before, but that was years ago. She moans low in her throat,signaling that she’s close. “You going to come for us? Remind Dex what it’s like to watch you come apart?”
“Gage. Leo. Yes,” she moans again. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chants, rotating her hips. I pinch her clit between my fingers, and she comes apart with a scream. It echoes off the fucking walls; that shit will never get old. Leo pulls his fingers out of her pussy and sucks them clean with a grin. It surprises me that he’s this comfortable around Dex or a damn good actor.
“That was embarrassingly fast.” She laughs and moans when I circle her sensitive clit.
“Goddamn,” Dex mutters, scrubbing a hand down his face.
Les looks up, locks eyes with him, and something passes between them. She sits up and whips her shirt over her head, and I unhook the back of her bra so she can slide it off her arms. She’s now sitting gloriously naked in front of us. I look at Dex and see the war he’s fighting with himself; it will take more than a slight push.
Dex stands up so fast that the chair almost tips over. “Baby girl, I….”
“It’s okay, Dex,” she says softly. He jerks a nod and walks out of the room.
Did I fuck up? “I’m sorry, Pretty girl.”
She looks up at me. “It’s not your fault,” she sighs. “I need to figure out what to do.” I can already see the wheels turning in her head. Leo and I help her back into her clothes before settling back in to watch tv.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly.
I jerk my head towards her. “For what?”
“For ruining the mood.”
“Baby,” Leo says, picking up her hand and kissing her palm. “I’m perfectly happy just being here with you.”
“Me too,” I agree, kissing the top of her head on my shoulder.
“I don’t deserve you guys,” she says, and I can hear her voice get emotional again.
“You deserve the world, Pretty girl, and we will find a way to give it to you.”
I’m going to make damn sure I make good on that promise.
No matter what it takes.
Chapter 19
Alessa
Iwoke up sandwiched between Gage and Leo, which is becoming the norm lately, but I woke up with a clearer head, like my cry yesterday cleared up the fog. I know I’m pushing myself too hard with everything, but it’s what I have to do.
My talk with Leo settled so much unease that I can finally breathe to figure out the rest.
