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“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want more?” He released her nipples and she cried from the ache, missing that addictive sting.
“Yes. Pinch me. Please, Sir.”
Kurt guided her by steering her chin. He fed her his cock and he wasn’t quite as gentle as before. In him, she now saw a
smidgen of that dark and dangerous man, a man who wasn’t afraid to take what he wanted, introduce those desires to the woman in his bed.
Liam thrust a little faster. Brandon kept his fingers on her nipples, his face still turned to the wall of mirrors. She hummed aloud, mere seconds from exploding, just minutes from riding out the most pleasure-filled morning of her life.
Brandon rammed her cunt. Liam took her ass and lost his seed high inside her channel, stamping his place inside her so she would never forget who’d ridden her from behind. At the same time, Kurt jerked, his hot cum filling her throat until the only taste she knew was unmistakably him.
“More,” she pleaded, releasing Kurt and rubbing her lips across his salty slit.
“More it is,” Liam said, slamming inside her now with a broken beat. “Hmmm, yes! Oh fuck yeah!” His words were choppy as Brandon rushed the finish, too.
They tore into her with sensual beats, a loving decree. In the end the only thing she could think of was her three men and the kind of fucking that ruined a woman for another intimate partner or any other man except those who had somehow made her life irrevocably complete.
Chapter Fourteen
“Any idea who they are?” Kurt asked an hour later when they pulled in front of her house. He pointed at the windshield and nodded in Kane and Peyton Cartwell’s direction.
“Yes.” Coco sat upright and unhooked her seatbelt. She snapped her fingers over her seat. “Wake up, Drina. We’ve got company.”
Drina leaned forward about the time Zak did as well. They acted like two lovesick pups, apologizing and telling the other one to go ahead and look first. Coco wasn’t sure she could stand by and watch this train wreck waiting to happen. Then again, she wasn’t one to judge. Not now.
“I highly recommend you keep your hands to yourself in front of Kane,” Coco said to Zak. “Same to you, big guy.” She smiled at Kurt, still very much aware of whose cum still lingered in her taste buds and coated her throat.
“Mind telling me why?” Kurt asked, parking the vehicle.
“He’s overly protective of us,” Drina replied.
“That makes two of us then,” Zak said, running his hands up and down Drina’s legs before grabbing her ass and hauling her forward.
“I give them two hours,” Kurt said under his breath when he met her on the passenger side of the vehicle. “Two hours and they’re fucking like bunnies.”
“You don’t know Kane and Peyton,” Coco said, sliding away from her seat and opening Drina’s door after she tried to open it on her own and failed. “They’re the best cock blocks this side of the state line.”
“Mind telling me why you have childproof locks on this thing?” Drina asked.
“Did you see the monkey I’m hauling around in the back?” Kurt asked, referencing Zak.
Coco and Drina laughed and then hurried to greet Kane and Peyton. After they’d exchanged hellos and swapped hugs, they introduced them to Zak and Kurt.
Kane asked, “So which one of you will be watching over Coco?”
“Kane, I’m a grown woman.”
“Yes, and you’re also a woman who has been targeted.” He turned to Drina. “Lucky for you, this new outfit thinks you’re dead.”
“What?” Drina went pale.
“Was that necessary?” Zak ogled Kane like he might just punch his lights out.
Coco’s heart went out to her sister. Drina had been right. The woman killed at the club the night before had been killed because of a mistaken identity.
Accustomed to cleaning up messes like this, Zak immediately took charge. “How long will the locals keep the dead woman’s real identity a secret?”
