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I stare into his eyes as I come riding his fingers. When the final tremors subside, he withdraws them and sucks my juices from them before kissing me. Tasting myself on his tongue is so incredibly erotic, especially with three sets of hungry eyes watching us.
“Sawyer,” Grant calls over his shoulder, “come clean Liv up.”
Less than a second later Sawyer is between my thighs, he runs his nose along my dripping core, inhaling the scent of my orgasm. Then he spreads me with his thumbs, parting my folds as he licks me with the flat of his tongue all the way from my pussy to my clit. Back and forth with increasing pace until he’s licked my juices clean then he sucks my clit into his mouth, sending me into the height of another climax.
My fingers dive into his thick, wavy chestnut hair holding him close as his tongue and his lips send me into the throes of pleasure. I know we make a lewd picture, me completely nude and bare with him licking and sucking me through a second orgasm. Grant is sitting on the edge of the pool, stroking his magnificent cock while he watches us. My hair has come undone and hangs in loose waves down my back, and my heart is beating so hard I can almost see it in my chest.
Sawyer lifts himself out of the water and kisses me. Just like with Grant, tasting myself on him is the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. Nolan and Lake both exit the pool and walk me over to one of the oversized lounge chairs. Lake strips and lays down first, pulling me on top of him. I lean down and kiss him, letting him tease me with the tip of his cock.
Sawyer grabs my hair and pulls my head back, his cock is hard and right by my lips. I shift so I can take him in my mouth, moaning at how hard and delicious he tastes. I hollow my cheeks around him, taking him deep into my throat as his hand tangles in my hair. He holds my head still while he pumps his hips back and forth, using my mouth to get off like I used his.
I gasp around him when Lake thrusts inside me, Sawyer pulls out of my mouth and moves behind me, seconds later coming in warm spurts over my ass. He collapses beside us on the chair, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he comes down from his orgasm. I don’t have time to appreciate his beauty before Nolan is at my back. Readying me to take his cock, he grabs a bottle of aloe, covering me and himself with it. He slides in slowly, giving me time to adjust to having both of them fully inside me. Just like on the plane they each start with slow, synchronized thrusts. My fingers dig into Lake’s pecs as they speed up. My orgasm comes barreling through me like a hurricane. I cry out in ecstasy, feeling like I’m levitating between them. I feel both of them pulse inside me, coating me with their cum. We collapse in a pile of sweaty limbs, all three of our hearts racing and beating so loud I can hear each one.
A minute later Grant comes out of the house with four warm wash cloths. Nolan slides out of me and immediately falls onto his back on the lounger beside Lake. Grant drops a cloth on each of the guys but pulls me off their laps and sets me into his. He gently cleans me, making sure not to press hard as I lean bonelessly against him.
I must fall asleep because I hear Grant murmuring to someone about taking me inside. I feel cool sheets against my skin before I’m nestled between two hot, hard bodies. I fall asleep feeling safe, desired, and fulfilled.
* * *
The next morning, I find myself frowning in the middle of an empty bed. I know at least two of the guys were in here with me. I look around until my eyes land on Grant’s suitcase in the corner. I must be in his room. The floors are warm beneath my feet as I stand, looking around for a discarded shirt or anything to cover up with. I open a drawer, finding perfectly folded boxers and undershirts, and slip one of each on.
The morning sun is shining through the window in the bathroom, so I skip the light. My hair is a knotted mess, but my skin is glowing. There is a bit of pink on the apples of my cheeks and the bridge of my nose, bringing out the slight freckles there, but the rest of my skin has the beginnings of a golden tan. When I study myself in the mirror, even though I look a bit of a mess, I’m happy. There’s a light to my eyes that I forgot I could have.
My heart expands in my chest, filling me with warmth and love for the four men who have fulfilled every promise they ever made to me. They want this: our weird, messy, situation-ship. They want me.
For the first time in forever, I feel like I’m enough. A tiny bud of hope takes root inside me and begins to bloom. Maybe we can make this work. Maybe I’m worthy of this level of happiness. With that optimism taking hold of me, I put my hair back up in a messy bun and head downstairs to find my guys.
Mine.
They’re all sitting around the table with serious looks on their faces when I get down to them. Nolan has two computers running in front of him. Lake is looking through security feeds on his laptop. Sawyer is on a tablet reading a document with tiny text. Grant is texting back and forth at a quick pace with someone. None of them notice me immediately when I walk in.
“Good morning,” I say hesitantly.
Four heads turn in my direction, their expressions all warming when they see me. Lake is the closest to me, and he reaches over to pull me into his lap. I grab the carafe of coffee and the empty mug beside it, filling my cup and adding some cream and sugar.
“You guys are serious today.” I take my first sip, moaning with pleasure at how good it tastes and then turning red at the lascivious look Nolan sends me. “What’s going on?”
“We’re getting ready to set our trap for Tripp.” Grant’s voice is icy and calm. “We just can’t figure out how to lure him to where we need him to be.”
“I’m kind of an expert on how his mind works. Explain what you’re planning to me, and I’ll see if I can help.”
“Are you sure?” Sawyer looks up at me. “Every single part of this plan is illegal. We could get caught, and if so, you would have to testify against us and possibly face charges yourself. If we don’t tell you, you’re safe.”
“I want in. Your criminal lives don’t scare me, nor do they make me doubt my involvement with you. I just looked in the mirror and felt hope for the first time in years. I felt like I belonged. I am yours, and you are mine. From here on out complete transparency. You guys go down, I go down.”
I give each of them a meaningful look, and then after a minute of silent discussion, they nod at me.
“First things first,” Lake starts by pointing to his screen, “I’ve been watching the movement around LA and San Diego much closer. I put one of my West Coast teams on this, and they’ve found irrefutable intel that Tripp is trafficking women into the US, as well as drugs and weapons. He has a variety of fronts, from a coffee shop, to a chain of nail salons and a med-spa. He’s even selling guns out of an indie bookstore.”
Bile rises in my throat thinking about how truly evil he is. To be the face and mind behind a charity against human trafficking but be doing it yourself is the definition of depraved. Guilt washes over me, realizing how naive I was with him. How I just handed control of my life and assets over to him believing all the lies he sold me.
“I’ve been working on a way to drain his accounts and get your money back, Livvy.” Nolan’s voice pulls me out of the spiral of shame I’ve begun to descend down. “I’ve been skimming money off all his accounts for the past few weeks and depositing it into an offshore account for you. Once we have him where we want him, I will finish the transfer of funds. I can give you all his money, which you undoubtedly deserve after everything he put you through.”
“No. I don’t want money he made by selling humans into who knows what kind of slavery and drugs and guns.” I shake my head. “I’d rather live in a cardboard box.”
“I figured you would say that.” Nolan taps out a few things on a spreadsheet before fully turning his computer to the rest of the table. “I went through the stocks from your parents’ patents and what their general residual earnings would have been since they were murdered. I came up with that number and added it to what you left with in their will. I’ll have that amount transferred to your account in full after we get Tripp.”
I look at the numbers, mentally adding up what I know from the will and my conversations with my parents. It seems like a solid number. There’s one thing that bothers me though.
