Page 37 of Stroke of Luck

Her chest heaves as she tries to keep afloat in the onslaught of sensation we’re giving her. I meet Othello’s eyes, and we both silently agree that we need to finish this before we push her to the point of stopping the scene. That isn’t the point of this whole situation—we want to push her limits to let go and let us control her body, but not to the point of breaking her.

We double down, the sound of skin slapping and her sexy moans filling the room. It’s almost as if we get high off each other’s pleasure, creating this heady atmosphere.

“That’s it, baby girl, just like that. Hold me tight, I’m almost there,” Othello grunts as he surges deep inside her, biting down on her neck as he finishes.

Feeling her body clamp down after she falls over the edge of another orgasm forces me to reach my peak and spill my own seed inside her, clutching her body tight to mine. It takes a few moments to come back to our senses, our breathing labored, bodies glistening with sweat and my hair sticking to my neck having come out of its hair tie. My lips skim over her skin, soothing her as I pull out, holding her cradled against me while Othello does the same. He walks over and releases the rope so I’m holding her full weight, then unhooks the tie to her body harness.

“Let’s take her up to my room,” Othello instructs, holding the door open for us.

Skyler doesn’t say anything as I carry her, but she shifts so her face is nestled in my neck. Just when I start to worry about her, that we’ve pushed her too far, she bites down, causing me to grunt at the sharp pain. Then she does exactly what I did to her, leaving a hickey right over my pulse as if she’s marking my life as hers.

“Have we turned you into a vampire now, coniglietto?” I ask, kissing the top of her head.

“Just making sure you know you belong to me as much as I belong to you,” she informs me before placing a gentle kiss over her mark.

Something I didn’t think I could feel towards another human blooms in my chest, filling me with warmth and reassurance. Growing up with an abusive father, who’d beaten my mother and I for all his life failures, doesn’t leave you with much hope in humanity. We lived in poverty because of his drinking and gambling, causing me to steal, cheat, and fight every day to survive. Then this woman appears, and without even really knowing me, trusts me to keep her safe while she’s completely vulnerable, exposed without any way to protect herself. I feel like the Grinch—my heart’s starting to grow and beat for this woman, who lets out a contented sigh while I sit on the edge of Othello’s massive tub.

Between the two of us, we remove all the remaining rope as the tub fills. Othello even remembers to coil up her dreads on the top of her head and secure them so they don’t get wet. It seems I’m not the only one who’s falling for this woman faster than logic says we should. As the tub fills with bubbles that are scented with rose, Othello gets in first and reaches out to take her from me. There’s a slight hiss from her when the water touches her tender ass, but it passes quickly as she curls up on Othello’s lap. The image of the two of them makes me smile, being able to see the peaceful look on his face as he strokes her back.

Normally, I leave the aftercare to Othello since before they were always his women and I was only ever asked to play, but this is different… She's ours. In some ways I’ve already instinctively provided after care and it felt so natural. So I join them in the bath, sitting beside Othello and placing her legs on my lap so I can gently massage where the ropes had been.

“Did you enjoy yourself, baby girl?” Othello inquires, pulling her away from his chest so he can see her face.

“It was overwhelming in the best way. I’ve never had something like that done, but I am extremely willing to try it again.” She grins, pulling him down for a kiss that’s full of emotion.

Then she turns and beckons me closer so she can give me my own, making me hum with contentment. This is what people talk about when they say they have a good woman in their life and how it’s changed them. Now we just need to make sure the world knows she’s off limits to them.

After the bath, the three of us snuggle into Othello’s large bed and I’m wrapped up by two warm, possessive, and overly protective men. Just as I drift off to sleep, the shrill ring of a phone causes Othello to shift.

“Nico, this better be important,” Othello growls. “You’re sure? Did you find physical evidence as well?” He grunts at whatever Nico says, moving to sit up against the headboard. “Send me whatever you have. If I’m going to put a hit out on the governor, then I need to make sure it’s worth the heat I’ll get for it.”

He hangs up, and a few seconds later a text tone sounds, one after another. I crack an eye open to see him reading whatever Nico sent him, the glow of his phone lighting up the stormy expression on his face. Remo tightens his hold on me, kissing my neck before he too sits up, stroking my skin, trying to lull me back to sleep.

“What did he find?”

“There are emails between Talbot and the Russians, but it’s vague enough that if you don’t know what you’re looking for it would seem harmless. There is also a past meeting listed in his planner with Ivan a few weeks back. Seems Talbot is going to New York for some political reason, and there’s another meeting set up while he’s on their turf,” Othello explains.

“That is pretty blatant, even for Talbot. He must know that we’d find out about this,” Remo scoffs. “I’m sending Dia and the others to deal with this. Even if Talbot hasn’t been swayed, he’s not shutting down their advances, and that is a slippery slope.”

“Might as well,” Othello agrees. “We need to keep them away from Aidan, and sending them out of the state is the best time for this to happen. It’ll be easy enough for them to make it look like the Russians are responsible for Talbot’s demise.”

With that decided, Remo slips out of the bed and heads out into the hall while Othello once again wraps me up in his arms. “I’m sorry to wake you, baby girl, but this world I rule doesn’t have normal business hours.”

“Guess I should go find one of the others to curl up with then,” I tease, earning me a swift smack on the ass.

“You’re not going anywhere tonight. I let the others have you before me, but now I plan on being selfish.”

I smile to myself as I nuzzle against his chest, biting his nipple.

“What the fuck was that for?!”

Chuckling, I shrug my shoulders. “Just wanted to see what you’d do.”

“Seems that we are going to be visiting the playroom fairly often if you’re going to start racking up punishments this quickly,” he warns.

I tilt my head back and kiss his chin, seeing as it’s all I can reach. “You make that sound like a bad thing. Personally, I think I might enjoy getting in trouble a little bit more now.”

“You are going to be the death of me,” he groans, coming down to meet my lips. “Thank god I have the others to help look after you—you’re a full time job.”