I lifted her easily as I went to my knees, my cock still buried deep inside her. Anson was quick to move behind her.
“You want two, baby?” Anson asked, his voice thick.
Her lashes fluttered. “Yes.”
I loved when we stuffed her this way.
Anson took his dick in hand and nudged against mine. I let out a grunt as he pushed his way in next to me, her body tense as she took both of us. None of us was small in that respect, so knowing she could handle it turned me on in so many ways.
Evan still had moments where he’d get nervous about us seeing his body. Honestly, he’d covered it in so many tattoos that there wasn’t much to see these days. His scars were covered in ink. He still wore his damn sunglasses all day, every day. Even now, he had them on. I swore he slept in them most nights.
“Take off the glasses and join us,” I husked out.
“I’ll watch,” he said, taking a spot on the mattress and lying back.
I let him do what he wanted. I knew he loved Rosalie more than life itself. I felt bad about taking her away, but I could be a selfish prick, too, sometimes.
I fucked into her hard and fast with Anson, our cocks sliding against one another, before she let out a moan that I muffled by capturing her lips with mine. I didn’t waste any time letting loose with my orgasm.
The heat built within me before tearing me apart. I groaned against her lips, my cock twitching deep inside her as we held her between us.
“Fuck,” Anson hissed, coming with us, his muscles tensing as he buried his face in her neck.
We slowed our work on her.
“Mm, you look thoroughly fucked, my love,” I whispered as I brushed my lips against hers.
“I am,” she rasped, her voice trembling.
I chuckled at that before I pulled free from her body. My phone buzzed, and I sighed before getting off the bed and answering it. I took note that Anson had placed Rosalie on the bed at Evan’s side, and he was kissing her.
“Hello?” I said into the phone.
“Sir, Dante Church is outside the door. He wants to come inside.”
I sighed. Dante Church was a very dangerous man, but he loved the hell out of his sister. As much of a pain in the ass as he was, I was grateful he’d turned up.
“I’ll be out in a moment to unlock the doors,” I said before disconnecting the call.
“Dante?” Anson asked as the bed squeaked and Evan pulled Rosalie onto him.
I grunted. As much as I wanted to dive back in, I couldn’t. Evan deserved to have some alone time with her. He often just worked out, practiced martial arts, rode his motorcycle, or wrote while Ellis was at preschool or ballet. Trix handled a lot of that stuff so he could work from home.
I knew he missed Rosalie. She was his entire life.
“Yeah. I’ll go let him in,” I muttered, pulling on a pair of pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt.
“I’ll come with.” Anson quickly dressed before following me out of the room, leaving Evan to have his alone time with our girl.
It was the least I could do after stealing her from him in the shower.
I was a nice guy like that.
10
ANSON
“Why am I forced to talk to a fucking peon about getting into the goddamn room I’m supposed to sleep in?” Dante demanded as he stepped into the hotel suite, looking like a damn storm cloud.
