I couldn’t help wondering if things would’ve been different if Laikyn had known who her father was. Based on what I knew of Jeremiah Montgomery, he’d had a single-minded focus, building an empire that would outdo anything before it. He’d been childless until very late in life when he met Katherine Wybler, a twenty-one-year-old woman with a single-minded focus of her own. Jeremiah had been seventy-one when he got her pregnant. They had one son, Knox, but Jeremiah never married Kitty, as she was known by her friends.
Thirteen years later, at eighty-four, Jeremiah had an affair with a vibrant eighteen-year-old named Monica Quinn, an up-and-coming actress looking to make a name for herself. I would never understand the appeal of an age gap quite that drastic, but clearly, it had worked for Jeremiah, and I wasn’t referring to his virility, although, goddamn.
However, from what I could tell, Monica hadn’t fought for his attention. That or Jeremiah had managed to keep it all under wraps. He’d certainly had the sort of money that made improprieties such as that one go away. It wasn’t as difficult as it sounded. I’d played a hand in hushing a few myself over the years.
“Are you two going to join me?”
Realizing I was staring at Laikyn as she floated in the pool, I shoved the thoughts away. I would reveal those details to Laikyn soon because she deserved to know. But until I had all the pieces in place, it would only cause more questions. Questions I couldn’t answer yet.
Jinx pushed to his feet and stripped his shirt over his head, revealing a body that should’ve been on the cover of a fucking magazine. He certainly hadn’t looked like that back in Purgatory. The transformation took place while I was in prison because when I saw him the day of my release, he’d buffed up and inked up in equal measure. The tattoo work had continued over the years, and now I wasn’t sure there was much space left for him to decorate.
Laikyn’s eyes locked on Jinx as he moved toward her. I found it interesting that she didn’t hide her fascination with his body the same way she didn’t hide her intrigue for mine, something I noticed when I stripped off my jeans and waded into the water, watching Laikyn as she watched me.
She didn’t move closer when we joined her. I could tell she wanted us. She didn’t try to hide that, but she wasn’t clingy or aggressive. Part of me wished she was, but I shoved that part down deep, reminding it that attachments weren’t allowed. They always backfired, even when I wasn’t harboring secrets that were going to change lives.
Jinx went to the corner and leaned against the side, his arms spread wide as he watched her with unabashed interest. I joined him, taking a seat on the concrete bench that lined the corner.
We remained like that for a few minutes, the two of us watching her. She seemed content with the silence that settled around us, and I was, too. I’d long ago gotten used to it, having spent a good amount of my adult life with Jinx. His silence never bothered me. When he needed to tell me something, he would find a way to do it.
Like now, as he brushed his fingers on the back of my head.
I glanced up at him. His eyes were hooded, his jaw tense. I knew without looking that his cock was hard. Mine was, too. Just looking at Laikyn did that to me.
His hand curled more firmly on my head, nudging me toward where he wanted me. Our position cast us in shadow but highlighted enough for Laikyn to see me when I turned toward him, gripping Jinx’s cock and stroking.
Her mouth fell open, and she stopped moving.
“She’s fascinated with the idea of us together,” I told Jinx, keeping my voice low enough she couldn’t hear. “You want her to watch, don’t you?”
He nodded, gripping me by the hair and tilting my head toward his cock. That was one thing I liked about Jinx. He wasn’t subtle with his needs. When he wanted me, he ensured I knew it. I, on the other hand, tended to act out to get his attention. It wasn’t intentional. At least it hadn’t been in the beginning. Now, I did it because I liked his aggressive response when I did. I needed that from him, and he knew it. It had taken a while to get him around to my way of thinking, but the moment he did, everything had changed between us.
With my fist around the base of his shaft, I guided him into my mouth. I was aware of Laikyn the entire time, the way she moved closer, but not too close. She didn’t say a word, but her breaths became choppier.
Jinx snapped his fingers to get her attention, and the next thing I knew, she was approaching, her hand moving over my arm, then my back.
I reached for her, wanting to feel all that smooth, silky skin wrapped around me. I curled my arm around her hip and jerked her to me. She straddled my thigh and put her arm over my shoulders, leaning closer to Jinx’s cock, which was pumping past my lips.
“God, that’s so fucking hot,” she whispered, her palm sliding over Jinx’s washboard stomach.
He grabbed her wrist and guided her hand to his cock, forcing mine away so she could take over stroking while I continued to suck him.
“Do I get a taste?”
I let Jinx maintain control, and when he guided her head down, I released him from my lips. I sat up, watching as Laikyn licked the head of his cock. Jinx’s stomach muscles flexed as he pumped his hips, helping her along. Laikyn didn’t hurry, savoring him until he was fisting her hair and pulling her back.
“Your turn,” she told me, then peered up at Jinx. “I want you to come in his mouth.”
As Jinx was known to do, he became aggressive, grabbing my hair, shoving his cock in my mouth. He controlled the movement, the pace. I sucked him, intimately aware that Laikyn was breathing harder as she observed.
Her hand moved over Jinx’s stomach as though she wanted to be included but not intrude.
Jinx grunted, and I knew he was close. I could feel the pulse of his cock against my lips, the tension in his body as he rocked into me. I took a deep breath through my nose, allowing him to drive deep into my throat. He groaned, the sound emanating in his chest, his hand loosening on my hair as he came with a jerk of his hips.
I barely had a chance to sit up before Laikyn’s mouth was on mine. She thrust her tongue past my lips as though she was seeking his essence. I kissed her, barely managing to hold her at bay when she turned, straddling both of my legs and sliding her arms around my neck. It wasn’t easy to resist when my cock was settled between the juncture of her thighs. One adjustment, and I would be buried to the hilt.
“We aren’t fucking,” I warned her, pulling my mouth from hers.
She smiled, not at all fazed that I slowed things down. “Do you need more time to recover? I get it. You’re old…er.” She giggled. “It takes longer.”
