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I start to lose time a little, caught up in the rhythm of these two worshipping my body in the only way they know how, and then Phoenix breaks the silence. “Fuck him, Ariel.”
Ari’s quick to obey. The belt is gone, and in its place is lube and three fingers, unforgiving as they stretch me wide. I think he’s probably watching and getting lost in it because he goes for longer than normal, but eventually, he pulls out and lines himself up, then pushes in without any kind of warning.
I whimper around Phoenix’s cock, but he just moves his hand to the front of my throat and squeezes gently until the edges of my vision go dark. I do my best to relax both my throat and my ass as they take me from both sides, and I have to drop to my forearm to keep myself from falling over.
Phoenix takes it in stride, adjusting his stance so his knees are resting at the edge of the mattress, and his hand in my hair helps me keep up my rhythm while my body surrenders to them. Ari’s hips slap against my ass, and he’s got the angle so perfect that every thrust sends waves of pleasure up my spine.
I’m so close.
I’m going to fucking come without being touched. My knees tremble, and I feel Ari’s fingers dig into my hips. He’s pressing in a rhythm that takes me a second to understand.
‘Come. Let go. Come.’
And then I do. It’s one of the easiest orders I’ve ever followed. I sob around Phoenix’s dick as my thighs tremble, and I’m spilling all over the blanket beneath me as I hear Ari’s breath hitch, and then his thrusts turn into stuttered rolls. It’s only seconds after that when I feel Phoenix’s cock thicken once more, and I brace myself for what he’s about to give me.
His come is thick and hot and salty, and I do my best to take it all in as I feel Ari fill me from behind. His fingers are spasming against me in nonsense words, like sweet, babbled nothings, and when I fall over, they let me go.
The blanket beneath me is wet and sticky, but I don’t have the strength to move. Phoenix uses his large hands to urge me toward the pillows, and I keep my eyes shut because the effort of looking at him is just too great in that moment.
He holds me close while I hear water running from the bathroom, and I nuzzle closer to him as he collects me against his chest. “Sorry I was being an idiot.”
“Never apologize for when you need us,” he says instead of giving me shit for being weak. His full lips press kisses along my hairline. “Ari’s going to wipe you down with cold water, though. You know that, right?”
I do, but I still yelp when the freezing cloth hits my balls, and I hear his wheezing laugh as he watches me twitch. I manage to get an eye open to where I can see Ari reaching for a shirt. “Spoil me,” I demand.
He lifts a brow at me.
“Stay. Just…for a little bit?”
He rolls his eyes, but there’s a faint blush on his cheeks and I know he indulges me because I never ask. He slides onto the covers and throws a leg over me, burrowing against my back. His kisses along my neck are more teeth than lips, but they’re so very him, and I love every second of it. I start to slip into unconsciousness with the rhythm of Phoenix’s fingers tracing lines on my arm and Ari breathing into my hair.
It’s not quite perfect. We’re missing two. But for the moment, it’s enough.
Chapter 7
ALICE
The house feelsstrange without them, but it feels even stranger to know where they are and what they’re doing. Tagging Leo like he’s some kind of wild animal, and I should probably feel some type of way about it. I’ve committed to them—these boys, these misfits. This feels like home more than any place ever has except the hazy memories of being loved by my mother.
But Leo is still family. He’s still offered me something no one else sharing my blood ever has. It might have been different if my mom and sister had survived. Laying my hand on my belly, I can feel the curve of it, and I wonder what they’d think. My sister would be almost an adult now. I’d be making my mom a grandma and my sister an auntie, and I just…
Well.
The thought’s heavy.
Rolling over onto my side, I bury my face in Kane’s pillow. He hasn’t done much more than spooned me since the boys left, but that sated me in ways I didn’t realize I needed. He held me all night, waking up long before me to head into his office so he could work on, well, whatever needs doing in his little empireof chaos. I haven’t really asked what they do to make money, mostly because I’m not sure I want the answer to that yet.
I want to live in a small bubble of ignorant bliss for just a little while more. I want to grow this baby and take time to accept that my real leap forward into being a grown woman involves four men, a child, and a crime syndicate that I’m apparently going to inherit on my wedding day.
Leo wants me to run, but Jesus, I don’t think I could ever carve any of this out of my soul and be what the rest of the world considers normal.
Stretching out, I roll toward the edge of the bed and sit up just in time for a wave of nausea to hit me. Those pills the doctor prescribed aren’t really doing jack shit. There’s a sleeve of saltine crackers sitting on the nightstand, and tepid water, but the thought of touching them is enough to send me over the edge.
I make it to the bedroom trash can before I’m on my knees. There’s only bile in my stomach, and it’s so bitter and sharp it makes it hard to breathe and my whole body shiver. My stomach aches with how hard it’s trying to expel the nothing inside my gut, and by the time it’s over, everything feels weak.
I hear the door open a second later, and Kane’s large hands are gathering me up and sitting me back on the bed. My vision is still a little blurry, so it’s hard to track him when he walks away, but he returns a second later with a cool cloth, and he drops down to his knee. I close my eyes as he swipes my face clean, then folds the cloth and presses it against the back of my neck.
“That’s good,” I say, my voice a little slurred.
