Page 171 of The Unravelings

“Weird?” I say through heavy breaths, pounding into her several times. “You’re the one making this weird. Now, enjoy. I know I will.”

My keeper doesn’t retort as she takes him further into the back of her throat, gagging a few times. But she doesn’t complain or stop. Even when the drool rolls down her chin and lands on the kitchen counter. His fingers weave into her shorter strands, keeping her close as his hips lift and he finds his rhythm.

Who knew I’d enjoy sharing her so much? Especially with Wilder.

My hips buck wildly against her. The sound of slapping skin fills the house like a fucking song I could listen to on repeat. Over and over again, her pussy tightens around me, pulling me further into her. I don’t mind.

“I could live in your cunt,” I groan into her ear as tingles roar up my spine and a fire ignites through my veins. “And now, I’m going to paint your pussy and claim you as mine,” I moan as my balls tighten and my cum shoots inside her, claiming her as mine forever. I bite my tongue, holding back her true name on the tip of my tongue. If I let that slip now, she’ll run from us, and I can’t have that. Not when she’s so close to me.

Leaning over her, all our movements stop. Well, except for Wilder. He still moves in her mouth, rigidly thrusting his hips until a loud, pained moan falls from his parted lips.

“Fuck,” he hisses, relaxing as she pulls her mouth from his dick and swallows every last drop of him.

My dick instantly hardens again inside her, but I don’t push my luck. There will be more times to enjoy this. Oh, yes. More of this. But tonight is not the night. Gently, I kiss her back as she stays bent over, catching her breath on the island.

“How about some celebratory drinks?” I ask, stepping back.

Olivia gives me the thumbs-up, and Wilder, well, he stares at her with awe and nods his head.

“BRB,” I jokingly say, heading to the cabinet a few steps away with our liquor bottles.

“Make it a double,” Wilder rasps.

“And you, Little Ghost?” I ask, bringing down a few bottles. “How about Stagg? Hmm? You seemed to enjoy that.”

She flops her head to look at me. “Not my favorite. Only drink it to get drunk. Got anything that actually tastes good? Margaritas in a can?” She raises a brow as she watches me move toward the fridge with skepticism. “You…” Her eyes widen at the sight of her favorite drink dangling in the air. “Have them?” she says.

“They are quite delicious, aren’t they?” I tease, taking it back to the counter as I pour Stagg into two glasses for Wilder and me.

“How did you know they were my favorite?” she asks with a little more certainty now. I feel her eyes glued to me with every move I make.

“Why don’t you go and get cleaned up, Little Ghost? The restroom is at the top of the stairs and to the right. Your drink will be here when you’re freshened up.” I leave no room for argument as I go to the freezer, pluck a few ice cubes from the dispenser, and drop them into our drinks. Once they’ve hit the liquid, I hand Wilder his drink, and I sip from mine.

She narrows her eyes, standing tall now in all her naked glory.

“If you don’t, then we’ll have a repeat of what we did,” I say, tipping my glass toward my hardening dick. “He can’t get enough.” I chuckle when she huffs, collects her clothes from the ground, and marches up the stairs toward the bathroom. It isn’t until I hear the door slam shut that I move. “Now, Keeper, you’re going to have some questions. But I need you to bite your tongue until tomorrow morning.”

Wilder’s drink pauses against his lips, and he tilts it back until it’s gone. “Is she safe with you?” he asks, setting his glass down. “You’re up to something.”

I hum to myself, ignoring him as I go about my business, chopping up the Tylenol PM and then pouring them into her drink. Getting a straw, I swirl it around in her very large margarita, then pour the contents into a margarita cup. I ignore my keeper as he says something and add a lime and salt around the rim.

“Malic!” he hisses, grabbing my shoulder and nearly knocking me off balance. “What did you do?” He looks directly into my eyes, panic swirling there. “Did you just…” He lets the words hang there.

“Drug it? Oh, no, Keeper. Would I ever do such a thing?” I quip, setting her glass down and staring at it as it settles.

“Malic. I swear to God,” he groans, running a hand down his face and stepping away. He shakes his head as he puts his clothes back on. Then, his eyes find the drink again. “Is it necessary?” he asks. “And I’ll ask this one last time… Is she safe?”

“That’s something you never have to worry about with me, old chap. She’ll always be safe with me. Us. But we need to have a nice long talk in the morning and I can’t have her scurrying away in the middle of the night. Not before I put my tracker in her.”

“I shouldn’t have asked. I should have kept my dick to myself and my mouth closed. For fuck’s sake,” Wilder groans. “What the fuck am I going to do with you? Seriously?”

“So, pancakes in the morning?” I grin at him when his face falls. “We’ll need the fuel. She’ll be around for a lot longer than she anticipates. Plus, she might be a little fatigued when she wakes up. Pancakes are the perfect remedy. And yours? Delicious.” I grin as I lick the tips of my fingers to emphasize my point.

“Right. Right. Fucking pancakes? Jesus Christ. What did I do?” He groans again, having a breakdown right in the kitchen, while puffing out several breaths. Poor Keeper, he’s turning as white as a ghost. “Would you put your clothes back on? I can’t take you seriously with your dick swinging around. Fuck,” he groans, tossing his head back and glaring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know why I let you talk me into these things.”

“It’s because we’re besties, old chap,” I quip, putting all my clothes back on with a huff. “Besides, it was fun, wasn’t it, bestie?”

“Besties,” Wilder scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “More like a prisoner,” he grumbles under his breath.