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I pump two fingers inside her with force as Blais continues circling his fingers on her pussy at a maddening pace. Her orgasm rips right from her body so hard it feels like her soul left her. She tries to clench her thighs shut, but I hold them open with my elbow and other hand as she gushes her orgasm all over my tongue.
“Delicious.” I lick her one more time, before crawling up her body to kiss her, giving her a little taste of just how much she loves when we play with her. Blais removes his hand, sucking on his fingers and lapping up her juices.
“I’d be okay with that wake-up call every morning.” She grins like theCheshirecat. “Let me take care of you guys.” Her pupils are blown, her blonde hair spreads across the pillow beneath her, giving her an angelic look.
“As much as I want to bury my cock deep inside this tight little pussy, we all need to talk.” My cock strains against my boxers, and I know Blais feels the same, but we have more important matters to deal with first. Ace is already up waiting for us, looking into what I briefly told him about this morning when we were the only ones awake. Zamira would be pissed if we left her out of any plan, and I don’t want to, so it’s better we talk first, then we can fall back into bed later.
“That’s not ominous at all.” Her body goes rigid, looking at me worriedly.
Cupping her jaw, I give her a quick kiss, before moving to get off the bed. “It’s nothing bad, princess.” She lets out a sigh, turning her head to Blais.
“Come on darling, let’s get up and talk so we can come back and finish what we started.” Blais moves to stand up and grabs her hand, pulling her tiny little body straight off the bed. She falls right into his chest, looking at him with a wide smile on her face. With each day that passes by, Blais is getting more and more comfortable with her touching him. The look on her face every time he voluntarily offers it makes me want to take a picture to capture that happiness forever.
This girl has done the impossible. Ace and I never thought we’d see the day where he’d let a woman touch him like that.
She pulls on her panties, while Blais and I both grab sweatpants before heading downstairs to find Ace sitting in the living room working on his computer. He looks up, eyes locking on Zamira’s legs, barely covered by the long shirt she’s wearing, before he finally meets her eyes. He moves the computer to the side, not looking away from her once, with a darkened gaze.
“Sit down,” I tell Zamira softly. She walks straight up to Ace, plopping down right on his lap while he circles his arm around her waist with the other on her thigh. It’s different seeing him so open with his emotions, but if anyone can get him to do it and get away with it, it would be Zamira.
“Morning, my favorite Acehole.” She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, while he scoffs at her nickname for him that he finds ridiculous. He grabs her chin, pulling her in for a kiss that leaves her looking more than ready for another orgasm this morning.
“Morning, temptress,” he says with a smile. Those two fight like they’re going to kill each other at any moment, but when they’re together on the same side, it’s like a fucking explosion. They’re so similar with how stubborn and bull-headed they are, but together they’re unstoppable. They’ll never stop fighting for control, but none of us would expect anything different.
Ace and I, on the other hand, have been the unfortunate aftereffect of a bomb explosion. When we were in that room, Matt gave away one of my deepest secrets. I thought Ace was going to kill me considering the pure rage filtering his eyes. It wasn’t the way I wanted him to find out about me and Allie, even Blais was shocked to find out. But now that he knows, it feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest. Something I’ve been harboring for a long time, something that was special to me that I couldn’t share with my brothers.
The next morning after I spent hours with Zamira, I went to clear the air with him. He ended up beating the shit out of me, fucking up my face even more, which I deserved, but I eventually got him to listen to me.
I can’t say that Ace is thrilled about the idea or the fact I kept it a secret. If I’m being honest, I was probably never planning on giving it up, but he seems to understand in some weird way. He knows how amazing of a woman Allie was and how easy it was to be drawn to her, but he’ll always be protective of his baby sister. In the end, it makes me feel like this can only make our bond stronger, now that there are no more secrets or lies between us. It will take time for him to trust me again, but I know he will eventually.
We’re brothers. We’ve been through so much together. We’ll get past this; nothing can tear us apart.
“So...what’s this mysterious conversation you want to have?” Zamira’s voice is hesitant as she looks between all three of us. Blais and I sit next to each other on the sectional looking at Ace and Zamira. Honestly, I have no idea how this conversation is going to go, but we need to figure it out.
“We can’t keep you here.” Just as the words slip out of my mouth, Zamira’s back straightens, looking like I just put a knife through her chest. After everything we’ve done to her, it’s not surprising that’s her reaction at my poor way of phrasing what I’m trying to say.
“Shit, no. Not like that. I mean—” The way she’s looking at me makes me feel like I’m drowning.
“Smooth, bro. Smooth,” Blais says from beside me, chuckling. This is exactly why I’m the quiet one, the one who stays back in the shadows observing everything, because words are not my strong suit.
“What I’m trying to say is that we need to come up with a plan for all of us to stay together. You’re still an FBI agent and they’re going to come looking for you soon.”
“How long was your mission supposed to be, temptress? When were you supposed to meet up?” Ace looks at her, wondering how much time we’ve actually got.
“I would either contact them when I found my mark, or we would meet at our special place to regroup and readjust the plan if I didn’t find my mark in three months. How long have I been here?” She’s been trapped here without really having a sense of time of how long it’s been. She has a general idea, but it’s not like we gave her a calendar.
“You’ve been with us almost two months. How long were you undercover before we brought you here?” I ask.
“Two weeks.”
“So that gives us about a month to form a plan and execute it.” My voice is thoughtful, trying to think of exactly what we’re going to do. Ace was trying to brainstorm this morning, thinking of what we could do, but I’m not sure he found much.
“What do you want, darling? Do you want to go back to your old life?” Blais asks, likely trying to determine if she’s still fully in with us, but the question puts us all on edge.
The tension in the room is vivid, we’re all patiently waiting for her response. We can tell the way she feels about us, but can we really expect her to get rid of everything she’s ever known for three criminals with blurred lines of morality?
“I love my job and the thought of leaving Chief hurts.” She takes a deep breath, before continuing. “But I love you three. Fucking hell, I love you three crazy assholes more than I ever thought possible. Even when I wanted to kick all of your asses, I could tell you all made me feel different. You’ve given me my life back. You’ve given me a purpose and reminded me that it’s okay to truly be myself, and I refuse to give that up.”
Our girl loves us. She wants us. Hearing her say those words makes my entire body warm, buzzing with energy every time. It’s something I haven’t allowed myself to believe I deserved in such a long time. It’s still hard to believe I’m worthy of being by Zamira’s side, but I refuse to give her up. She deserves the best, and we might not be that, but there’s no way in hell I’ll let her walk away.
