Finn doesn’t let up. He slides two fingers into my pussy and thrusts them in time with the one in my ass. I moan around Dante’s cock and his hand slides into my hair.
“Want me to take over, pip?” His blue eyes burn into me. I relax into his hand and his smile tips me into another release as he begins to fuck into my throat.
Finn sucks my clit and I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, tumbling into release, as they take my body higher. Dante groans as he comes in my mouth. I swallow him, taking everything inside, while coming again around Finn’s fingers.
Dante withdraws his cock and Finn pulls away from me. I’m in a fucking daze. Literally. I think they fucked my brains out.
Dante lifts me into his arms and carries me upstairs.
Finn starts the shower running as Dante removes my tank top and his shirt. He lifts me back into his arms and walks me into the shower with him. When he lowers me, I lean against him, feeling completely boneless.
Finn steps in behind me and pulls me against him. I turn in his arms and hold on to him. His hand smooths down my back. “It’s okay, flower. We’ve got you.”
I sigh, because I know they do.
Chapter 25
Return on Investment
Wyatt
I’m desperately hungover when I wake. My mouth is dry. I look around completely confused. Where the fuck am I? I’m in some loft apartment on a leather couch. Fuck, what did I do?
“Coffee?”
I turn to squint at Drew Young in a kitchen I’ve never seen before. My head throbs. “Where the fuck am I?”
“My place. I couldn’t let you crash at the club and didn’t know if anyone was home at yours to make sure you didn’t vomit all over yourself and die. Pretty sure my princess wouldn’t like that.”
Fuck. The smell of coffee perks me up and I open my eyes to a cup in my face.
“Hope you like it black.” He sits down on a chair across from me.
“She likes cream in her coffee.” I take a sip because my mouth tastes like ass. Not literally. I don’t think.
Drew smirks. “I know.”
Fucker. “What am I doing here?”
“You showed up at my club last night. Security called me. I came. We drank. You were in no shape to get yourself home, so I brought you here.” Drew takes a drink of his coffee.
“Why don’t I remember any of that?” I rub at my head and Drew tosses me a bottle of pills. I catch them and wait for his answer.
“You were already drunk when you showed up at the Veiled Vixen. Kept saying you needed to see me.” Drew gestures to himself. “You’re lucky I was there last night or they might have called the police.”
“Fuck.” I set the coffee down, take two pills out of the bottle, and swallow them with another mouthful.
“What’s going on, Wyatt?” Drew leans back with his cup. He glances at his watch, but doesn’t seem in a hurry.
“You said to check with my friends on how they feel about Sara.” Some of the fog is lifting from my brain. “The other night.”
“Been stewing on that, have ya?” Drew chuckles. “Did you ask them? Did you ask her?”
“No.” Fuck, no. I don’t want to hear them say they have feelings for her. We all do. It’s why none of us have crossed that line. “They wouldn’t?—”
He laughs. “I’m afraid you seem to be the only one upholding your neutrality agreement.”
“You don’t know?—”
