“I’m—” She gasped, opening her eyes as her pussy soaked his cock so much it dripped down onto my cock beneath them. “Yes!”
“Take it, Shade,” He growled, “Open her up, Elliot. Let me see where she’s taking me,” and I gave in to my urge to throwevery reservation out the window. Reaching around her body, I pulled her lush cheeks apart, lifting her hips a fraction of an inch so she pressed against my dick harder. I walked my fingers in until I pulled her pussy lips wider, even if I couldn’t see it directly, watching Travis stare at her pretty pink pussy wrapped around his cock and her ass around his thumb drove me wild.
And then I took it one step further when she screamed again, coming harder. I lowered my fingers and played with the wet inner part of her lips that were spread wide around his fat cock.
With the quickest brush of his cock against my fingertips, he cursed, throwing his head back in what looked like pleasure. I knew it wasn’t from me, but my lust-filled cock didn’t care. In the next second I started coming, coating her pussy lips with it each time she rocked up and down against it, and then Travis was following us off the cliff.
He came with a roar, body tight and strong against her back, cock brushing against my fingertips with each thrust and when he buried himself deep inside of her and didn’t pull back out, I tore my gaze from her wrecked face to glance up at him.
And instantly regretted it.
The fire.
The intensity.
The—anger.
Fuck.
Too far. I pushed too far, fueled by lust and hormones. I crossed a line.
Fuck.
“Oh my God,” Frankie sighed against my neck, laying soft kisses there, and I could feel her satisfied smile against my skin as I closed my eyes and tried to ground myself to it.
What the fuck did I just do?
I shouldn’t have pushedit. I shouldn’t have liked it either.
But I did.
It should have felt like a victory, the whole day, not just the sex, yet I was in some warped alternate reality, and I couldn’t find the surface. Damn, I didn’t even want to.
We snuck in, fixed Frankie’s door, her stairs, her porch light, the rack in her bathroom, and a hundred other little things thatneeded attention. And then we gave her the attention that she needed.
Actually, we wrecked her in the best kind of way, laid out on the couch like a goddamn offering, and we both showed her just hownot aloneshe was anymore.
And then she invited us to stay for dinner with her and the kids. It was the first step of hopefully many towards proving to them that we were here to stay too.
But now?
Now Eli wouldn’t look me in the eye.
The kids had come bursting through the door half an hour ago, backpacks slung sideways, Emmie was yelling about wanting a granola bar, and Toby was holding a hand-drawn picture of a dinosaur wearing a tutu. Frankie kissed them both, asking about their day with that sweet, dedicated energy that made her mom of the year even on the edge of burnout.
And the best part was, neither of them hardly even blinked twice about us being in their home.
They rolled with it as if it were totally normal.
Maybe even excited to have us. Emmie was for sure, throwing down hockey stats from the games she watched this week. Even Toby was instantly climbing on my shoulders like his very own jungle gym in the middle of his living room. And I liked it.
I craved the feeling of being wanted by them, in their space, in their life.
But Eli? He’d vanished into the kitchen shortly after they settled down to do homework.
And me?
I silently watched from a distance as he gripped the edge of the counter like it might hold him together the second he thought he was out of view.
