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There are too many things to worry about, sometimes it’s nice to give yourself to someone else to fuck the crazy out of you.

While Draven gags Ciaran with cock, I thrust harder to keep from being pushed out. The two of us take turns wrecking his insides, and I grab underneath his thighs to tip him forward slightly to hit his special place inside his ass.

Ciaran screams around Draven’s cock as I make him come without ever touching his cock, and Draven drops his head back as he gets closer to his release.

“Fuck. Fuck. Alastair!”

“Hold it,” I groan. “Cover him in your cum while I fill his ass up. It’ll be freshly glazed for your turn.”

“I do love blood on my cock before bed,” Draven huffs out, watching as Ci shudders as he continues to come. “Up you go, baby. Time for a facial.”

I grin as I straighten as well and pull off the blindfold while wrapping my hand to tighten my tie around Ciaran’s throat. My other hand keeps pressure on his hip as I continue to fuck him. I can’t quite bounce him on my dick due to how he’s tied up, but I need to burn off some energy.

I can’t imagine a better way to do that than this.

Draven strokes his cock with a slackened, relaxed look on his face, a sure sign he’s going to blow at any moment. We’ve all seen each other's “O” face enough to recognize the signs.

“Drop your greedy tongue out,” he growls. “I’m going to cover you in my cream.”

Ciaran groans as he does as he’s told, and I tighten the tie a little more, obstructing his airway. He chokes as I thrust, essentially giving me the same sensation as when he gags. My eyes roll back as I begin to fill his ass with cum, and Draven gasps as the first pearlescent drop of cum hits Ci’s chin. I have a great view right now.

“Goddamn, he’s such a gorgeous whore for our cum,” Draven says, his hand working his cock as he unloads all over Ci’s tongue, face and neck. He grins as Ciaran bucks against my hold and his cock twitches.

“Again?” I ask, releasing the tie. Ciaran sucks in a breath as his cock bounces with the forces of his orgasm, getting his cum all over Draven. “Cum should always be worn or swallowed. It’s a waste otherwise.”

I’m breathless as I pull out of his ass, my dick red with his blood. I bite my lip as I watch as my cum drips out of his ass and know this will be a damn good night. No matter how our fuck fests begin, we’re always happy and sated by the end.

Thanks Noor for the trauma and the orgasms. Your ghost still has a weird place in our relationship and it probably always will.

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

SIX MONTHS LATER

NOOR

I’ve managed to stay out of the dating world my entire adult life, until today. No one really interested me before, but Arran has been very persistent. He falls into step with me when he sees me walking with or without Zayn, and will often take my bags as I move through my errands. I will typically say goodbye a few blocks away from my house, take back my things, and he accepts this with a smile.

Arran doesn’t push for information, but I can tell the wheels in his mind are moving. I don’t have a ring on my finger, there’s never a man with me who isn’t family, and my son is very protective when we’re going through our day. I still prefer walking to driving, which means we’re seen often in our little corner of San Diego.

I’m still not a stab first, ask questions later kind of person, but my taser is always in my pocket within reach. Zayn knows not to touch it when it’s on the counter, yet even if he did, I leave it disabled until I pick it up. My son sees more than the average person would give him credit for.

He’s picked up Spanish from being around my family and he’s always spoken in full sentences.

He’s such a smart little boy.

Every day, he says something to make me spit my drink out because I can’t believe how grown up he sounds. He’s an old soul in the body of an almost six-year-old. There are of course still words he has trouble pronouncing, and he says “oopsily” instead of accidentally, but I can’t bring myself to correct him.

Zayn will probably be my only child and I’ll always see him as my baby.

He’s also all in my business, which means he’s watching me as I fix my hair in my bedroom as I get ready for my date with Arran.

I’m not sure what Zayn thinks, but he always gets very serious whenever he sees him. I have a feeling we may need to have a conversation soon.

Arran is a tattoo artist and covered in ink. His shop is near the rec center I teach at and it's often busy and he has three other artists who work there. One pierces, while the other two tattoo clients.

“You’re going to be late!” Liliana calls up the stairs.