They kept going, alternating. First licking, then sucking until I was gearing up to control the amount of pleasure they were allowed to deliver. But the moment I moved my hand, eager to press down on their heads and force them to finish me, I was restrained. Jinx held one wrist against the bed, Laikyn the other. I could’ve overpowered them if I wanted to, but I didn’t.
This was…
Fuck. I’d never been as vulnerable as I was in that moment. I hated the feeling. I detested having my control removed, even the illusion of it. But I trusted them. I trusted no one else, but I trustedthem.
They tormented me with pleasure, sucking my cock, fondling my balls, driving me closer to the brink.
“Sit on my cock,” I growled. I didn’t care who. I simply wanted to be buried inside one of them, and I wanted it now.
Laikyn was the one to move, shifting over me. Her skin was cool and soft, her breasts crushing against my chest as she straddled my hips. Her hands slid upward so she could keep my wrists down. Jinx’s big hand was between my legs, and a moment later, he was guiding my cock into the tight, hot clasp of Laikyn’s body.
My head tipped back as her slick heat enveloped me, sliding over my dick like a satiny caress. She was in complete control, rocking her hips, fucking me slowly. I gasped and moaned, focusing only on the pleasure as her pace quickened with every passing minute until she was using my cock to get herself off.
When she sat up and pressed her hands on my chest for balance, I grabbed Jinx, curling my hand behind his neck. He leaned in, and I kissed him, mimicking the thrust of my cock with my tongue. He kissed me back, and I was cognizant of them overpowering me. Mentally, emotionally. It was enough to have me jerking back and crying out, my orgasm ripping through me.
“Fuck yes,” Laikyn cried out, her cunt milking my dick as she came with me. “Oh, God, Rule!”
As I lay there in the dark, attempting to catch my breath, I realized something.
If they left me, it wouldn’t be like when my parents dumped me at a police station and someone renamed me, attempting to turn me into someone else.
If there were a next time … there wouldn’t be anything left of me to matter.
28
Laikyn
You know what the problem is withbroken people? Well, first, it’s assuming that there’s only one problem. I mean, come on. There’s always more than one.
But therealproblem comes when you underestimate their ability to pretend they don’t have one.
That was what happened for the next two days. The three of us pretended that the world as we knew it wasn’t different. For me, it was knowing that Rule had married me under false pretenses, although he had yet to fully explain what they were.
My fault.
I didn’t want him to.
I was putting up a wall, insisting I didn’t want to know who my father was because once I learned, I couldn’t go back in time to those fun little fantasies I had of him being a world-renowned Parisian chef who had a whirlwind romance with my mother only for her to disappear on him one morning. Or an A-list actor who’d fallen in love with my mother only to be rejected. Neither of those pretend fathers knew I existed. At least in my fantasies.
But the truth would reveal what really happened. I wasn’t ready for that yet.
Which was a good thing because Rule was acting as though we’d gone back in time a few days, and I’d never seen the DNA test. He went to work, he came home. We had dinner, talked.
Jinx wasn’t much better. He acted as though it was normal that he had four of my paintings hanging on his bedroom walls. They covered nearly every inch of real estate, proving they hadn’t been purchased as a means of fancying up the space. I was touched in a sense because no one would do that if they didn’t like them.
Because they were trying to pretend we were living in the same bubble we’d been in for the past two and a half months since Rule brought me here, I was in full-blown seductress mode. But the lovemaking from two days ago was no longer thick in the air. We were fucking. Seriously, fucking. I was doing my best to convince them I had more stamina than they did combined, but they were winning this time. I think the problem was my heart was just as invested as my body. I wasn’t merely seeking an orgasm. I was grasping for that connection I felt with Rule and Jinx. Of course, I was also pretending that I wasn’t.
It was exhausting, to say the least.
Yet here I was, gearing up for Round 473 (at least it felt like that many) while Jinx and Rule were inside the house, none the wiser. After picking at my dinner, I’d excused myself and come outside with my wineglass in hand. I settled on one of the enormous lounger beds that lined one side of the pool, waiting for them to join me.
I finished my wine.
I watched the sky turn various shades of brilliant color as the sun drifted below the horizon.
I counted the number of little bulbs on the string lights that were likely remnants of the former owner’s outdoor decor. I couldn’t see Rule or Jinx adding those as a finishing touch.
And still, they hadn’t come outside.
