“Don’t make fun of me when I come in my pants,” he mutters.
“I’ll just be sad I didn’t get to have any,” Rosa pants.
“Maybe there will be time after our run in the shower tomorrow for a morning blow job for Pablo,” I say, nipping at her lips.
“Fuck. I’ll understand if you’re teasing, mama, but I won’t love it,” he grunts before he’s spreading my legs as well.
His tongue has Rosa and I writhing as he licks us both, his fingers exploring, lifting, and moving so he can taste us as we writhe and kiss each other. It’s patient and passionate as he licks our arousal, and his groans vibrate through us until we’re moaning and crying out for more.
“Fuck. How do you both compliment each other so well,” he moans, sucking on my clit while he rubs Rosa’s.
He alternates, giving us both equal amounts of attention and adoration until I feel my release roll up through my toes, liquify the muscles in my thighs, and then I come all over his face. Rosa follows me a few moments later, sobbing as she buries her head in my throat.
“Shh. That’s it, baby. Feel it all,” I whisper, trembling as hard as she is as I hug her. “We deserve good things. Fuck the Accetta family. They won’t ruin our lives. We won’t allow it.”
My eyes move over to Pablo, worried he might think he did something wrong, but instead he’s rubbing Rosa’s back in slow, gentle movement.
“How are you so perfect?” I sigh.
“It’s not hard to be good to you, not once I get out of my own stupid way,” he admits.
Once Rosa’s tears slow, Pablo helps her sit up, away from the puddle of blood we ended up laying in, and dresses her while I pull off my clothes, put them in a plastic bag, and change into new ones. I make sure to bag the three pairs of gloves we used as well, knowing they’re toast until they can be really well washed. I have to admit, I like these gloves.
Now that I’m clearing the kill scene, I’m glad Rosa suggested I bring a change of clothes for each of us in case things got messy.
I bet she didn’t think she meant because we needed to get oral beside the dead body. I have to admit, I would absolutely do it again.
Grabbing the backpack, the three of us leave Eva on the floor, exiting out the back door.
“I can assure you, we don’t need your help. I have a ride lined up for them to return to the house,” Easton drawls, appearing annoyed as he speaks to Pack Domino.
“Are you stalking us?” Rosa asks, her brows drawing down as her lips twist in annoyance. “Easton, we’re all set inside, thank you for waiting.”
Easton shrugs, showing he doesn’t mind at all. “I hope it helped.”
“I think it did,” Rosa says, smirking. Pablo shifts uncomfortably and my nostrils flair. Since the scent of cinnamon rolls is very strong, I realize he really did blow his load in his pants. I love that he gets so lost in the sensation of things that he can’t help but come in his boxers.
I find it sexy as hell.
Unfortunately, Dario, Ciro, and Nico can also smell him, while Easton is a gentleman and pretends not to.
“Rosa.”
Rolling her eyes, she says, “I’ll take the ride, Easton, thank you. We made a mess inside.”
“I hope you did,” he snorts. “You have the keys to the house, right?”
“Yes,” I reply for her.
Four men walk into the backyard from the garden gate leading to the next street, and Easton opens the door for them. There’s the clean up crew.
“I’m going to make sure no one misses anything. Night.”
Rosa, Pablo, and I say goodbye and fall into step beside Pack Domino as they lead us out of the yard.
“Did you bring me clothes that are being tracked?” Pablo asks as we walk toward their car.
“No,” Dario grunts.
