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He shook his head, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Don't worry about what he means. He's right, we'll take care of this."
"Justice, listen to me," Hassan said earnestly, leaning closer to the camera. "We're family. And we've got your back, now and always."
"Now go enjoy your food," Skylar said. "We can regroup at a hotel later if you want."
I smiled. "Okay," I said. "That sounds good."
"Let's go back to the restaurant," Bash suggested, his hand still resting on my shoulder. "I want to enjoy this night, too. It's been a long time coming."
I nodded, feeling slightly reassured by their support. As we walked back inside, I couldn't help but feel that the night was off to a rocky start. But Bash's words reminded me that we had each other, and that was all that mattered.
As we settled back into our seats, I couldn't shake the feeling that the custody papers were just the beginning of a long, challenging battle. But as we continued to enjoy our meal, laughing and flirting throughout the night, I tried to forget about it for a moment.
After the meal, Bash and I returned to the hotel room. The sleek black car pulled up to the luxurious hotel where we'd decided to regroup. The imposing building loomed above us, its sparkling chandeliers casting a warm glow on the opulent lobby below. I took a deep breath, my chest heavy with the weight of our current predicament and the slightly-too-tight red dress.
"Come on," Bash said gently, taking my hand and leading me inside. "We need a plan, and we need privacy."
"More than that," I added quietly, "we need security."
"Agreed," he replied, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "But don't worry about that. I have that covered. You enjoy your night instead, darlin’."
We walked up to the hotel room, Bash firmly holding my hand. The room was spacious and luxurious, with a king-sized bed in the middle of the room and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline.
Skylar was already in the room, wearing black slacks and a white button-up shirt.
"Hi," he said, catching my gaze. "How are you doing?"
I shook my head. "I'm having a great night, but it could be better."
He crossed the room to envelop me in a tight hug. "Don't worry so much, pet," he murmured into my hair. "We're gonna get through this."
"Thanks," I whispered, pulling away and trying to muster a smile. "I just...I can't help it. I'm scared for him. I don't want them to take away our baby."
"That's not going to happen," Bash said. "I would never allow it."
"I know. You keep saying, but..." I trailed off.
"Let's take your mind off things for a bit, yeah?" Skylar suggested, his eyes glinting mischievously. "You look like you could use a massage."
"Skylar..." I began hesitantly, but a stern glance from Bash made me reconsider. He was right – I needed to relax if I was going to be any use to our family.
"Alright," I agreed, sitting down on the plush bed and trying to push my fears and anxieties aside. "Just...keep it professional, okay?"
Skylar laughed. "Absolutely not," he said.
Bash laughed too. "Just let him do whatever he wants," he said, sitting on the chair across the bed, his hand already on his hardening cock. "I want to watch."
The hunger in his eyes always ignited something inside of me. Something primal. I loved it.
“Okay,” I said. “Okay. I didn’t know you had invited him.”
“He’s getting you ready for me,” Bash said, winking at me.
Skylar laughed. He undressed me slowly, revealing the red lace bra and matching thong beneath my dress. His eyes lingered on my body for a moment too long as he did so, but I didn't mind. It didn't matter that we had been together for years, he always seemed to drink me in. He began to massage my shoulders, his strong hands kneading out the tension that had built up over the course of the day. His touch was firm but gentle, sending shivers down my spine as he worked out every knot and kink in my muscles. His thick fingers kneaded deeply into my skin, and I couldn't help but moan softly.
"That feels amazing," I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning into his touch. Every now and then, his hands would slip beneath the fabric of my bra, teasing me with his touch.
His other hand pressed between my thighs, feeling the wetness that had already begun to pool there. I trembled slightly at his touch as he started to rub against my clit, applying pressure just right. "You're so fucking turned on," he whispered against my ear as I gasped softly at his touch. "Do you want more?"
