Wet slurps and skin slapping against each other is all that can be heard. The sweet symphony of all of us finally coming together the way we were meant to be—even if we didn’t know it at the time. As I move to get off the bed, Ry lands another loud slap to Bear’s ass, her cry vibrating around his dick pulling a moan from him as well.
Three thrusts later, Zane is growling out his release. A string of unintelligible words leaving his lips as he over fills her cunt. Cum drips down each of her legs, pooling against Z’s hips as she grinds down against him, chasing yet another orgasm for herself. Max kneels, leaning under Ryder and takes one breast into his mouth, while he palms the other.
I head to the bathroom to start the clean up when I hear Ryder and Mik simultaneously cum. The sound is music to my ears, as beautiful as a deaf person hearing for the first time. My whole heart is in the other room, panting, sweaty, and thoroughly satiated. Together again after years of separation and stronger than before.
As I bring out spare face cloths for the guys to use, Max scoops up a very tired Bear. Carrying her past me into the bathroom to run the tub for her. I look over my shoulder, watching as he presses a gentle kiss to her forehead and she hums, snuggling deeper into his chest.
When the water turns on, I know he’s got her taken care of, so I turn back towards the other two who are both still dead against the bed. “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I’m fucking starving now. I’m gonna grab us some food. Who’s coming with?”
Both of their heads loll towards me, groans rumbling from their chests but eventually Ry volunteers. Rolling off the bed to hunt for his clothes.
Chapter Thirty-One
Colt
“Boss.” My head raises to find Jack standing in the doorway. He has a tablet in his hand and a smile on his face that could rival a patient from an insane asylum.
I haven’t gotten to know Jack all that much yet, having only appointed him a year ago, after that bitch took out my last second-in-command. I’m still waiting a minimum of two years to see if he proves his loyalty, and his worth. There’s no sense getting to know someone you're going to have to kill and dispose of later.Learned that one the hard way.
“What the hell! He’s twenty minutes late. Where the fuck is he?” I mutter to myself, getting increasingly more irritated as the minutes continue to pass. “If he doesn’t show up in the next two minutes, I’m going to walk.”
Constantly checking my phone, I wait and wait… and wait some more. Two minutes passes and right as I go to step off the concrete stairs and head for the house, the sound of a sputtering exhaust echoes from down the road. My eyes look to the noise in time to catch the most drop-dead sexy Ferrari as it turns into the lot and pulls up in front of me. Glaring through the front windshield, I make out his shape with a shit-eating grin across his face and can do little more than shake my head.
“Well, what do ya think?” he calls over the roof as he steps out of the drivers seat. His arms crossed leaning on the bright red metal with the door swung wide.
“I think you’re late,” I remind him with an arched brow and my lips pressed into a thin white line.
“Oh, come on!” he boasts, throwing his arms out wide. “Surely, even you can appreciate the reason why!”
Nodding for me to get into the car, he climbs in himself and closes the door. The engine purrs as he presses his toes against the accelerator, revving it as if he’s egging on a competitor.
“Is this why you ditched last period? To run to the dealership and blow your first pay out?”
“Hell yeah, Babe!” He grins wide, leaning over the center console to wrap his hand around the back of my neck. With a rough pull, his lips are on mine and every annoyed thought is wiped from my mind. It’s as if all the air rushes out of my lungs and he’s there to replace it with his own scent. The smell of his cologne, the coconut from his shampoo, and the new car smell has my cock twitching uncontrollably against my shorts.
I pull away just far enough to still feel his soft lips against mine, needing to now regain my bearings and adjust myself before we taint his new ride. “Let’s go, before my dad puts you on disposal duty for us being late,” I mumble against his mouth.
“Mmm. Babe, we’re not even late yet,” he whispers back, leaning in more to press hot, wet kisses against my pulse point. My body shudders, as the already rock-hard cock I have, weeps for more attention. Taking a deep breath—and vowing to checkmyself into a mental hospital later for denying the man—I press a hand against his chest and gently push.
“Maybe not, but if you keep looking at me like that. We most definitely will be.” Giving him a chaste peck, I lean back into my seat and buckle in. He chuckles but concedes, righting himself in his seat. His hand stays on my lap and as I intertwine my fingers with his, the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known gives me one of his heart-stopping smiles.
“Fine. You win. But only because disposal duty would mean being away from you all night, and that’s just something I’m not okay with.” He winks, laughing some more but I can see the terror in his eyes. He knows very well that my fatherwouldput him on disposal without hesitation, just for looking at him the wrong way. Nevermind him being the reason we return home late.
My mind drifts and I bite at my lip as we drive the twenty minutes back to my house. Caught up in thoughts of how to best express my affection towards this man tonight. We haven’t said those words yet, but with how our times together have gone and how far we’ve progressed, I think I’m ready to. Though, the mere thought of that has me shitting myself with unyielding fear.
I’ve always gotten what I want, never had to wait for anything, never been told no. I could maim a man by eight, and murder by twelve. Hell, there are more secrets in my head than the entire FBI database, and yet, the thought of saying those three words… Confessing something so raw, so real, has me terrified. What if this is the one thing I so desperately want and can’t have?
The drive back today was quick, too quick, as we pull into the drive and the steel gates open for us to pass through. My hand, still wrapped around his, squeezes tight before releasing his grip. A quick pat, or hand grip are the only forms of affection we can show each other now that we’re home.
My dad doesn’t know about us, hasn’t for the six months we’ve been dating. Truthfully, I don’t think he even knows that I’m gay. He’s always been too focused on the next trade deal or debt to collect. Unless he’s got a job for me to complete, or is inquiring about the status of my grades, we rarely communicate.
“Babe,” I call out as we park and he kills the engine. “How would you feel about announcing us tonight, to my father?” My teeth pull my lip between them, anxious as all hell about this idea, butI don’t want to hide my relationship with him anymore. I want to be able to touch him, hold him and, god forbid, kiss him in my own house.
But what if he’s not ready for that? Oh, god. What if my father doesn’t take it well and it puts a wedge between us? Shit! I shouldn’t have said anything. I should have just waited until—
For the second time within the hour, my thoughts get up and file out of my head in an orderly fashion as my hunk of a man kisses me stupid. Only pulling away once he feels my body physically sag in relaxation, he presses his cheek to mine. The slight stubble he’s developed scratches against my skin, erupting a heat within my core as his lips float against my ear.
“I would love that,” he whispers, before licking a line across my jaw.
