Without thinking, I reach over. While Alex gives me everything he’s got, I wrap my hand around Vincent’s cock and bring him closer to the edge with me.
“What a good girl,” he huffs and gently bites my neck.
I feel Alex stiffening inside me. I hear Max’s gasp of utter pleasure as he comes, his seed spurting across my belly. I feel the hot liquid bursting from the tip of Vincent’s cock as he, too, comes, and I ripple outward like an exploding sun, feeling shameless and free, and hungry for more.
The Cinnamon Playroom dissolves into the background. My heart throbs and my body glows as I am made a whole woman again.
5
ALEX
It’s day three of our arrangement with Raina, and I’m hooked.
We started something none of us wants to finish, and it will be a huge problem later down the road—in about four days, to be specific, and I’ve yet to find a satisfying solution. The only thing I can think of is the smell of Raina’s naked skin, the taste of her, the way her dark hair falls over my chest while she sleeps, bare and soft and sated in our arms.
I don’t want it to end.
Pulling up outside our custom garage in Hillsdale, I take a moment to screw my head back on. The front side is wide open, and I have a clear view of the projects we’re currently putting together for some of our wealthiest clients.
Kaleb Redford comes out to greet me; his dark blue overalls are tightly wrapped around his athletic frame, and grease smudges are all over his cheeks and forearms. He wipes his hand on a dry rag before he shakes mine.
“Alex! What a pleasure to see you! I thought Vincent was coming down to check on us today,” he says with a radiant grin.
“He’s busy with the Haus. We’re doing a security upgrade on our surveillance system, and you know how he gets when the tech guys come around.”
Kaleb laughs. “The micromanager from hell. Yes, I know.”
“It’s good to see you, brother. How’s everything?”
He points back at the garage, where two other mechanics and an airbrush artist each work on a custom chopper. “The Detroit project is almost ready. Randall is applying the final brush strokes on the tank and wings, as you can see. We can do the test drive tomorrow and ship it out the day after.”
“Excellent,” I reply.
The custom garage was actually one of our first businesses together, and Kaleb knows how much we care to see it go on with the same professionalism and degree of creativity that put us on the map in the first place.
“And the Oracle chopper is getting the new fork sometime today. Just waiting on a delivery update for an accurate timing,” Kaleb adds. His brown hair is shorter on the sides, but the hazel green of his eyes now haunt me. They’re like Raina’s. We’re keeping quite the secret from him, and I don’t like it. “The Orange County anniversary edition still needs some adjustments to the fuel pump, though.”
“Why? What’s wrong with it?”
“I don’t like the way it sounds. The injection system is supposed to be quieter, if that makes sense?”
“If there’s one thing I’ll always appreciate about you, Kaleb, it’s your instinct with these things,” I reply. “And that sharp ear of yours.”
“This sharp ear can be a problem around a Ducati engine, though. I hate that sound.” He chuckles dryly.
I’m deeply fond of him. Max and Vincent love him, too. We took him under our wing when he was fresh out of school, wide-eyed and eager to prove himself. A former foster child, like me. Maybe that’s why I care about Kaleb so much. He’s the little brother I never had. His sister, on the other hand, I was drawn to from the moment I first met her.
We couldn’t do anything about it then.
Raina was going into the culinary arts, and Kaleb needed our support. We were building something big with Haus of Sin. Now, it’s different. We’re different, so is Raina. Kaleb, on the other hand, is pretty much the same. Bold, ambitious, hard-working—and quite the hothead when it comes to defending his sister’s honor.
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” I tell Kaleb and pat him on the shoulder. “You have yet to let a single model out of this garage without making sure its spick-and-span. I trust you.”
“And your trust means the world to me, brother,” he says.
In the interest of keeping up with appearances, like we promised Raina, I ask the kind of question that makes me feel like a deceiving snake. “How’s your sister doing?”
“Oh, she’s good. She landed a seasonal gig at a winter resort somewhere near Battle Ground, or so she said,” he replies. “She’s coming down to see me today, actually.” He pauses and glances behind me. “Ah, here she is.”
