“Is that all?”
“No, we should have an open and honest conversation about our wants and needs.” Yak groans like I expected.
“Can’t we just skip to the orgasms Blanche suggested?”
I laugh heartily at that. “You think Blanche has ever ‘suggested’ anything?” He grunts in response. Yak isn’t a man of many words, but that’s not what draws people to him. Steadfast. Principled. Stalwart. Yakov is a vital pillar in the Kosher Nostra organization not just because of his lethality, but the quiet strength he exudes that calms those around him, especially in tense situations.
There is no one I trust more than Yakov, and I believe Sophia feels the same.
“Monty.” I focus on him and return his confident grin. He pulls to a stop in Sophia’s driveway and shifts the vehicle to Park. “Nothing that feels this right can go wrong.”
Sophia 4.
I wipe the tears on my cheeks, standing at the front window of my house. I wasn’t sure who it would be, Blanche or Yak. A shiver wracks my body when Yak and Monty exit their vehicle. Either they incapacitated Blanche or she stepped aside. My heart aches at how handsome they are. They make a striking couple. I’m not sure how I didn’t see it before, the way they complement one another, two parts of a whole. Ying and yang. Peanut butter and jelly.
They meet at the front of the vehicle with easy grins, then Yak’s hand cuffs the back of Monty’s neck. I swallow hard at the visible release of the tension in Monty’s shoulders. His body loosens and almost melts into Yak. The chemistry between them is palpable, especially when Yak licks his lips, as they share a heated look that pulses between my own legs.
For months, I’ve been disrupting their lives with my nightmares. They’ve put their love on hold to humor the weak girl who cannot take care of herself. It isn’t fair to them. I straighten my posture with renewed resolve. I am going to tell them both how much I appreciate what they have done for me, but I will no longer inconvenience them with my problems. Yak is the head of security for the Kosher Nostra, he has bigger and more important issues to deal with than my weaknesses.
Before they ring the doorbell, I open the door, ready to release them from obligation…but all that comes out is gasp when Yakbands his thick arm around my waist and hauls me against his firm body, fusing his mouth to mine with a confidence that overwhelms me. His lips are surprisingly soft, though his tongue is demanding. It takes half a second for my body to respond, whimpering when his hands slide to my butt and knead my flesh. Just as fast as it started, it ends and I am spun around to face Monty. He smiles down at me, cups my face gently, and kisses me just as passionately as Yakov, only gentler, more tender.
When he pulls back, I chase after his lips, my eyes still closed. He chuckles and then I’m in the air and deposited face down across Yakov’s lap. I stare at the carpet of my living room, whip my head around, and find Monty sitting on the coffee table, legs spread, a growing bulge that rivals the one poking me in the hip. They are both hard. For me? Each other?
One of Yak’s hands rests on the back of my neck, a comforting weight and I understand Monty’s reaction in the driveway. The warmth of his touch seeps into my veins. At least until he raises his other hand and brings it down with a resounding smack on my butt!
“WHA—”
“You left the compound without a security detail!” Yak spits out, his hand raining down on my cheeks, left, right, center, the tops of my thighs. “You left without talking to me. To us. You put yourself in unnecessary danger. DO. NOT. DO. THAT. AGAIN!”
Yak caresses my tender flesh, dragging a moan from deep in my chest. I am on fire, from head to toe. My clit throbs incessantly with the rapid beat of my heart. And I can feel how wet I am. His fingers dig in as he growls, the sound painfully pebbling my nipples.
I squeak in protest when he rolls me into Monty’s waiting arms. Monty settles me sideways in his lap, laughing as I hiss from the pressure against my sore butt. He wipes tears from my cheeks I didn’t know were there and urges my head against his shoulder. He is a few inches taller than Yak, but slightly shorter than Tev. He smells woodsy and like fresh rain and I snuggle into his embrace, his hand running up and down my back, the other resting possessively on my thigh.
“Sweetling.” Yak’s voice is commanding and I shift until I can see him clearly. He’s sitting on my couch, resting his elbows on his meaty thighs, looking sinfully delicious. Casual, as if he didn’t just spank a 37-year-old woman…who liked it? I think. Am I supposed to enjoy it and be this aroused?
“Focus, Sophia.” Monty squeezes my thigh. I arch my neck to offer him a shy smile, then look at Yak.
“We’re in a relationship.” Yak’s words register and my mood dips. I knew it! They hid it well but now that I know, the signs were there the whole time. I shift to slide off Monty’s lap, but he stills me. This is inappropriate. Why are they letting me come between them? They both kissed me! “You, Monty, me.” My mouth drops open. I beg your finest pardon! “Permanently.”
“We are?”
Yak’s severe expression softens slightly before he answers, “Yes.”
“But we didn’t talk about…you didn’t ask me—”
“Is there a problem?” His eyebrow rises, voice firm…authoritative.
I think my brain is short-circuiting. “Uh…I’m in a permanent relationship with both of you?”
“Yes.” They answer together and their confidence does nothing to help the wetlands in my panties.
“No, no problem.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, a weight lifts from my shoulders. I don’t know why and I don’t think I care. For the first time in months, I feel like I’m on solid ground.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Yak whispers harshly before he kisses me. When he releases my mouth, grips Monty’s neck, and slams their mouths together, it’s too much. I see their tongues, hear their grunts of pleasure, the sight alone is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. Squirming, the fire now a raging inferno, my back arches severely, and I climax.
Spent and emotionally exhausted, I slump in Monty’s hold, my eyes closing, sighing as their hands roam over my body. “I have questions,” I mutter. This is crazy and fast and feels so amazing, but I don’t understand the how or why of it all.
“It’ll keep, Sweetling.” Monty murmurs against my hairline, pressing his lips to my forehead. “We aren’t going anywhere.”
