AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Holy fuck,” I breathe, never having stretched so far in my life.
They take me slow at first, letting me get used to it, and as Easton’s other hand returns to my clit and starts rubbing those tight circles I love so much, my body relaxes. The boys find a rhythm that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and as my nails dig into Sawyer’s shoulders, that familiar, intense feeling builds within me.
My pussy clenches down around them, and Sawyer’s sharp inhale has shivers sailing over my skin. Easton’s fingers slowly move in and out of my ass, encouraging the orgasm slowly building within me. I’ve never had two guys inside of me like this, but the thought of their thick cocks rubbing together like that . . . goddamn.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I pant, barely able to get the words out as we hear Sawyer’s phone beeping, each of us studiously ignoring it, way too occupied to be thinking about something like that.
Easton’s fingers keep working my clit and ass as they both fuck me like a goddamn queen, and I dig my nails even deeper into Sawyer’s shoulder as my world explodes around me. I see stars behind my eyes as my pussy shatters around their cocks. I clench down around them, my high blasting through my body with such intensity Sawyer has to hold me up. A sharp cry tears from my throat, and as my orgasm takes me higher, Sawyer and Easton come right along with me, filling me to the brim with hot spurts of cum as their pleasured grunts echo through the deserted street.
Sawyer’s phone beeps again, and it’s like a bucket of ice water being tipped over my head. I quickly come down from my high, all too aware of the fact I’m being wickedly fucked in the middle of the street for anybody to see. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if Cara has been watching from her bedroom window with her phone in hand, recording every second of it on the off chance that I feel like watching the replay later.
My head falls against Sawyer’s chest, and he gently releases my knee, letting me find my balance before he moves. Easton lets go of me, slowly pulling out, fingers and all, as Sawyer meets my stare. “You good?” he murmurs into the night, watching me cringe as he pulls out of me too.
“Sore,” I admit, “but nothing a cool bath can’t fix.”
He nods and steps back to give me space to dress as Easton hands me my jeans, his pants already done up. Sawyer quickly folds himself back into his pants and checks his phone as he waits for me, only his soft curse has me glancing up again. “I gotta run,” he says, his gaze falling on Easton and giving him a purposeful stare. I can’t help but feel as though I’m missing something. “It’s my sister. Apparently, Mom’s having a bad night.”
My heart breaks for his family. I couldn’t imagine what his mom is feeling right now, knowing that in only a handful of days, her husband, the man she’s had by her side for who knows how long, and the man who gave her children, is going to be executed. Don’t get me wrong, Nikolai is a piece of shit . . . kinda. He’s very clearly a caring man who loves his family, despite the way he treats Sawyer, but he’s also the asshole who knocked me out cold and tried to kill me in some filthy murder dungeon for the sole purpose of trying to take Empire as his own.
Before Easton gets a chance to respond, Sawyer is taking off around the corner of my apartment complex toward the parking lot, and I’m left with one hell of a broody, yet deeply satisfied man. “Come on,” he says, nodding toward the main door of the apartment complex—the very spot where I first met Dalton.
I trail along with him, and he quickly unlocks the door before holding it open for me. The door closes with a heavy thud behind us, and we make our way down toward our apartments, both of us more than aware of Zade hovering in his open doorway, his hands jammed deep in his pockets as he watches me intently.
Easton stops at his door, shoving the key into the lock, and as I continue down the hall to my apartment, I hesitate. “What’s up?” Easton asks, his door swinging open before him.
“I, um . . . I kinda don’t want to go down there,” I say with a cringe, feeling like the world’s shittiest friend. “The second I get into my apartment, Cara’s going to jump deeper down my throat than you’ve ever been. I accidentally mentioned something about this weird little . . . thing we’re all doing and then bailed before she could force the details out of me. Now I’m really not in the mood to delve into all of that.”
