Nico smirks as he drags his tongue over my overheated, puffy lower lips, enjoying the way I twitch. Since I have free will, I choose to use it, grabbing his hair and dragging him back to make me come. I’m not as sweet and gentle as Pablo, and I don’t enjoy being edged.
Just fucking give me your tongue and put it to good use!
“Yes, ma’am,” Nico mumbles, adjusting his fingers so he can fuck me with them. I've realized over the last couple of days thatI enjoy having something to clench around when I come. “I can feel you screaming at me through the bond. You’re going to be so much fun, Rosa.”
I can’t respond as he begins to suck, bite, and lick my pussy, making me writhe and moan. It doesn’t take long for him to throw me over the edge of orgasm, and Vero comes at the same time. Pablo and Nico thrust into their hands, twisting and squeezing their cocks until they’re shooting ropes of cum onto the sheets. I twitch and gasp in the aftershocks for longer than I ever have, rocked by Nico’s explosive orgasm.
My lashes graze my skin as I begin to fall asleep, and Pablo and Nico get up from the bed, leading me to pout.
“Rude,” I mutter.
“Very. I’m so sleepy,” Vero says, moving toward me until she’s cuddling me. Without the heat of Nico’s body, I feel chilled.
“We didn’t leave for long,” Nico chuckles. “I’m cleaning you up so you’re not uncomfortable later. Open your legs.”
“Slick is sticky,” I mumble agreeably, doing as he asks.
“And you’re adorable.” Nico drags a rag over me, holding me open to clean up my cum, while Pablo does the same for Vero. “I want to be on the end. Scoot over, please.”
“So polite.” Verona yawns as she pulls me into the middle of the bed, and Pablo and Nico get under the covers so they can cuddle.
“I know we have a lot to talk about,” Nico says, kissing my shoulder as he wraps his arms around my body.
“I think we can take it as it comes,” I retort. “All we’ve done before this is make this complicated, Nico.”
“So you don’t want a divorce, wife?”
“I like it when you call me ‘wife’ too much to let you divorce me,” I sigh. “Now hush. Let me sleep while I’m tired.”
“Yes, wife. Good night.”
Sighing happily, I let myself drift off. Our problems will still be there when we wake up, they shouldn’t hurt our sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Five
VERONA
The sunlight slicesits way through the curtains, hitting my eyesight as I crack my eyes open.
“Ugh,” I groan.
A knock at the door simply nails the notice to my sleep, telling me I have to wake up. Pablo is against my back while Rosa sleeps on my pillow. I slept like a rock. If we’re all figuring things out, we may need to move out soon, though I hate the idea of returning to a soulless rental.
Wiggling around to escape him, I gasp as I crawl over feet until I fall onto the ground off the bed. I need coffee before I can be graceful. My fingers find a pair of Pablo’s discarded joggers, and I have to roll down the waistband several times before it’ll fit. Groaning softly, I stumble to the door and open it, not bothering to look to see who it is.
I trust Pack Mayor to keep us safe, and maybe that’s why I sleep better here than at the rental.
“Good morning,” I mumble, letting the door frame hold me up.
“Dario has an update for us. He and Ciro are at the main house, and Pack Tremaine is on their way to us,” Easton says, lips twitching at how disheveled I am. “I see Nico made it through the night?”
“His ass hung over the edge of the bed all night, but he definitely survived,” I say teasingly. “I’ll wake everyone up and get them moving.”
“There will be coffee and breakfast by the time you arrive,” he says easily.
“You all are a godsend,” I admit with a smile.
“Dario hinted he’s looking for property to buy. I like some of you enough to give him a lead on a house going up for sale on our street. It has everything he’s looking for, outside of the location.”
