Page 20 of Stroke of Luck

“God, her pussy is so fucking perfect, so worth the wait.”

“Ah, fuck, she can take the whole thing down her throat, it’s amazing!”

I have to admit, hearing them enjoy this as much as I am does wonders for my drive to please them even more. I thrust back and suck harder, feeling them both swell as they neared the point of no return. Paolo goes first, his thrusts into my mouth becoming rougher and more wild before he grunts out his warning. “I can’t hold back anymore, I’m gonna come!”

“Me too. This perfect pussy is going to be filled with my cum and my claim on it,” Enzo snarls before he roars his completion, and his final thrusts send me over the edge into another orgasm.

The three of us lay there in a tangle of limbs, panting as we come back to our bodies. Enzo curls around me, letting his hand rest on Paolo’s chest, stroking him gently until Paolo covers it with his own, smiling.

“That was awesome,” I sigh, feeling utterly boneless. “We totally have to do that again, but next time I want you both in me. Or one of you to be in me while getting fucked by the other—that would be amazing.”

Paolo turns my face towards him, capturing my lips with his. “Firefly, your wish is my command.”

We kiss languidly a few more times before we all relax into a dazed state of bliss—that is, until Othello bursts into the room.

“Baby girl, it’s time to get ready,” Othello says, reaching to grab her ankle.

Before he can latch onto her, she curls up into a ball, glaring at him. It has to be the most adorable sight I’ve seen in a long time, her bright green eyes flashing with challenge and her brows furrowed. It makes total sense why Remo calls her “little bunny,” especially among us wolves.

“You know it’s rude to barge into someone’s room like that. As you can clearly see, we are in the middle of something,” Skyler snaps.

I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing at the twitch I can see on Othello’s left eye. He might be enamored with this spitfire we’ve landed ourselves with, but it will take time for him to understand she will never be one he can control with an iron fist.

“No, you are finished. I made sure to wait and not interrupt things before all involved could finish. Now you need to come with me to get ready. There are people waiting for you, and first you need a shower to wash the sex smell from you,” Othello says through gritted teeth.

Thank god Enzo pinches me, because I’m a split second away from bursting out laughing as I picture our leader waiting outside the door until we’d all come. Little does Skyler know that this is a big step for him. Like Enzo said, it wouldn’t have surprised us for him to have come and grabbed her midway through, regardless of the others involved. Not wanting to have them fight, I kiss the back of Skyler’s neck, drawing her attention.

“Go, firefly. We need to get ready ourselves, and having you here is going to be far too distracting,” I soothe, running a hand down the length of her body and making her shiver.

She sighs and sits up, letting Enzo pull her over him and set her on the floor. “Whose shower am I using?”

“Mine. I want to keep an eye on you so you don’t run off somewhere,” Othello grumbles as he wraps a blanket around her and escorts her out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Enzo and I lay there for a few more moments, enjoying the stillness that we rarely get to experience. That is, until I feel Enzo starting to overthink things as he shifts next to me, getting up from the bed. I watch him unashamedly as he gathers up his clothes to put in the hamper so I don’t yell at him later for it.

“Come on, spit it out. I can tell something’s bothering you, my king,” I push, rolling so I'm on my stomach, head perched on my arms.

He doesn’t answer me right away but comes to sit on the bed next to me, dropping his face into his hands and letting out a groan. “What am I doing?”

“You’re going to need to be a little more specific about that one, babe.”

“Skyler. Is it really a good idea to do this? I knew she had feelings for me, and I left her… God, I think I’ve always loved her. What does that say about me?”

I sit up and wrap him up in a hug from behind, resting my head against his. “Babe, the moment she said she knew you growing up, I knew it was her. You’ve told me about Skyler—even though you didn’t use her name—because you weren’t sure you could love me and let go of her. Do you remember what I told you?”

“That I have a heart big enough to love more than one person and that’s something I should be proud of.”

Turning his head so I can kiss him, I pour out all the emotions I have for him, trying to show him how much he means to me, knowing words wouldn’t be enough. He shifts, pulling me to his lap so he can hold me tightly against him as he drinks deeply of my love for him. This is a side that no one got to see but me… well, maybe Skyler now too, but I cherish it. He is direct, controlling, and hella possessive, but when he lets down his walls and the tender moments happen, it means the world to me.

“Are you sure that you’re okay with Skyler becoming a part of this?” Enzo asks, the vulnerability in his eyes telling me how much he wants this to work.

I give him a quick peck on the lips before grinning. “I couldn’t think of a more perfect person to round out our family. She is going to push these men to the limit, and I can’t wait to watch.” Then I settle into a more serious mood when Enzo gives me the look to be serious. “When I first met her standing on that bridge, she shone so brightly I couldn’t take my eyes off her. The wild and raw emotions that she wasn’t afraid to show to the world were mesmerizing. I knew that even if I never met her again, she would always be in the back of my mind, wondering what she was up to, wanting to know who she was. Who would have known that she was Skyler Leto, the woman who was destined to be ours? Fate doesn’t give you chances like that often, and I’m not going to let it slip through my fingers. Are you?”

“God I love you,” Enzo moans as he fists my hair in his hand and slams his mouth on mine, trying to devour my soul.

Breaking free of his kiss, I slip off his lap and walk towards the shower with a little extra sway in my hips. “Come on, my king, why don’t you show me just how much you love me?”

I don’t make it much farther before Enzo is right behind me, rushing us into the bathroom and turning on the shower. As we wait for the water to heat up, he presses me down on the bathroom counter and sinks to his knees, pushing my legs apart. With one hand, he grips my cock, stroking it as he pushes apart my ass cheeks, running his tongue from ball sack to asshole, making me arch into him.