“So, when you four get together like this—”
“Sweaty, muscular, tattooed, grunting men who tear each other’s shorts off in the name of victory. Every. Time.”
“I don’t like it.” Sophia turns around, frowning when my softened cock falls free, my seed dripping down her thighs.
“I’m afraid in this particular instance, I don’t care.”
“Hmm.” I share a look with Monty and grin. Spinning her back around, I lift under arms as he reaches down for her legs. She cries out, but moans when he fastens his mouth to her pussyand licks our combined releases. I suck on her neck and tease her nipples through the jersey while holding her up. Her orgasm isn’t as intense as the one before, but she’s just as blissed out by the time Monty lowers her legs to his waist, and I wrap her arms around his neck. She snuggles into him and I fix my pants, then grab hers from the car. We redress her and Monty carries her through the compound to our suite.
He and I don’t even say a word; he sits on the couch with her while I grab the remote and start searching forCircle of Friends.
Monty 12.
Dipping my chin to one of the perimeter guards, I open the front door to the mishpocheh compound and step inside. Yakov sent me a text that my presence was required at a meeting in the war room. I’ve been there a few times over the years, but as I’m not akapitan, I don’t usually attend many meetings with the Avinu. Yes, I occasionally eat breakfast with him, but I am quite happy not to be involved in the decision-making process. I’ve seen the toll it takes on not only Moshe, but his council, and Yak.
Heavy is the head that wears the bagel crown.
It’s been weeks since the attack outside the bridal boutique. Nothing has happened and everyone is hesitant to relax. Someone hired mercenaries to abduct the women of the Kosher Nostra. We don’t know who or why. Yak and Tev have reached dead end after dead end trying to trace the responsible party. The phone and financials of the man they captured haven’t led to anything useful. I can see the stress weighing on Yak, despite how hard he tries to hide it, and it hurts Sophia and I to see him like this.
I cover my mouth when another yawn hits me without warning. Sophia’s nightmares are not as frequent as they were, but they are still often enough to lose some sleep from her thrashing and crying. Her therapist reassures her the nightmares are part of the process as they hash out her past trauma.
However, I suspect Sophia has gotten used to waking up in the middle of the night from the nightmares and us fucking her back to sleep. I woke up close to orgasm the other night, the moonlight striking Sophia’s naked back as she rode me reverse cowgirl. The night before that, she had sucked Yak off until he startled awake, then threw her down on top of me and fucked her until she passed out.
Our girl is insatiable, giving, and trying to take our minds off the threat. And we love her for it.
Raised voices catch my attention as I pass the sitting room. Peeking around the corner, I chuckle watching Harper throw something at her beloved husband. “Why are you laughing, Jonah? It’s not funny.”
“I don’t know, I think some would say it’s…goofy.”
“Puns? Puns? You think now is the time for puns?” Jonah’s problem is that the pretty boy lacks self-preservation. He has limited survival instincts which is why he opens his mouth. I’m not a smart man, but even I know that was a rhetorical question.
“It’s always time for puns.”
“ARGHHH!” She chucks something else at Jonah. He has enough instinct to duck, at least.
I step in before she bludgeons him to death with the metal lunchbox in her hand. “Hey, what’s going on in here?”
Harper turns to me, the wildness in her eyes smoothing out slightly when she registers my presence. “I’m getting fan mail.”
“Ok?” That’s not unusual as a cam-girl. In fact, that’s part of her business.
“It’s all goofy.”
“Ok?” Jonah starts giggling but we both ignore him.
“No. Literally,Goofy.” She stomps her foot then starts picking up objects from the couch and tossing them at me. I briefly wonder if she ever played softball before I’m hit in the face with a plushie.Goofy. Ah, now I get it. Lunchboxes, plushies, T-shirts, blankets, toys and a pair ofGoofyunderwear. “Why? Why, why, why, whywhywhy!”
“I’m sorry, Harp. This must be difficult for you,” I offer sincerely, though I’m fighting a grin.
She blinks several times and nods at me. “Thank you, Monty, I appreciate that. It’s not scary…been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. But it’s…disturbing, nonetheless.”
“Breathe with me, Harp.” I inhale deeply and exhale. She mimics me, her shoulders loosening slightly. “Yaaah,” she repeats, “Hoo-hoo-hoo”, again, “Eeee! Excellent. Now, put it all together.”
“Yaaah-hoo-hoo-hoo-eee!” There is a charged moment of silence, and I see my life flash before my eyes, and I realize I, too, have no self-preservation. Harper emits a cry any banshee would envy, and picks up items from the couch, throwing them at Jonah and me with laser precision. “YOU SON OF A BITCH!”
“Gawrsh, Harp, you better clean all this up.” I shove Jonah’s back to get us out of the line of fire.
“Ah-hyuck, Jonah, you ain’t ever touching my perfect pink pussy again in this lifetime!”
