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“Very impressive,” I murmured, lowering myself over him. “I think you should get an immediate reward…”
I lined up and sank down, taking his entire cock into my slick cunt in one fluid movement.
Rafael muffled another groan and grasped my hair again. “I’ll never get over how good you feel, Lou.”
I rocked up and down over him, my vision already fizzing with the pleasure as he stretched me. “Right back at you.”
We bucked against each other with as much furor as Rafael was capable of with his broken knee. His breath gushed hot against my neck and then my breasts as he shoved himself up to nip his way across my chest. His hand dropped as well, and I had to choke back a moan as he squeezed one nipple between his fingers.
“Shh,” he said. “You don’t want to wake everyone up, do you, brat?”
Instead of answering, I just rolled my hips faster, fucking him harder. He matched my pace, thrusting up into me with a power that took my breath away. His fingers moved to my ass and dug into the flesh there, sending jolts of pain and bliss through my nerves.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumbled as the waves of pleasure rolled through me, sending me spiraling higher and higher. I bit my lip, squeezing my eyes shut as if closing my eyelids would help contain any sounds I’d make.
“Next time we’ll let them hear you,” Rafael said, his voice sizzling with dark promise. “Let them know how good I treat this pussy.”
Oh, he was working me over good, all right. My breath came in short, hot bursts, my eyes unfocusing. I was dangerously close to losing hold of what little control I did have.
Rafael must have sensed my weakness. His voice took on a huskier note. “That’s right. Come for me, Lou.”
I did exactly as I was told.
My orgasm exploded through me in a whirlwind. I shuddered over Rafael, my bliss spiking higher at the feel of his cock pulsing inside me. A cry I couldn’t totally hold back burst from my throat.
Rafael yanked me back down to him and buried his face between my neck and shoulder. I muffled the rest of my ecstatic whimpers in the short twists of his hair while he groaned against my skin.
The world slowly fixed the tilt of its axis as I floated back down to Earth. My vision was still sparking bursts of color from the intensity of my release. Remembering the sound that’d escaped me, I listened carefully as I relaxed against Rafael’s broad body. Maybe it hadn’t beentooloud.
At first I thought we’d succeeded in our attempt at discretion. No noise reached my ears from the rooms next to ours.
Then Quentin’s voice, a little tired but with typical cockiness, carried from a couple of dividers over. “Next time you decide to have some fun in the middle of the night, I expect to be invited too.”
A snicker followed that I was pretty sure was Niko’s. Okay, so much for keeping our hook-up on the downlow.
Rafael chuckled under me. I let out a giggle of my own and offered up a rueful, “Sorry for disturbing your sleep!”
“You’d better get some now too, Punk,” Jasper piped up from the nearest bed.
I couldn’t deny that he was right. I considered slipping back to the sofa, but it was hard to peel myself away from Rafael’s solid warmth.
He didn’t show any signs of minding me simply sprawling over him like he was a human mattress. He tugged the blanket back up over the two of us and slung his arm over my waist. “You stay right here.”
My eyelids slid shut. Sleep finally crept up on me, the pleasure having washed away the worst of my worries.
But in the last few moments before I drifted off completely, I couldn’t stop one last question from prickling through my mind.
I’d told Rafael that I meant to protect him just as much as he protected me. Could I really defend the four men in this room from everything my mother had in store for us next?
TWENTY-SIX
Luciana
As I pulledthrough the gate outside the Cordova mansion, the music from my and Jasper’s free skate kept playing on a loop in my head. I went through the motions of easing the car into the garage and parking, but behind my eyes I was playing out every move—every spin, jump, and lift.
Not even the ominous atmosphere that hung over my family home could dampen my spirits. It was less than a week before Nationals. Tomorrow we were all going to head up north to Portland, where the competition was being held, to get used to the rink ahead of time.
I’d warned Mom that I’d be gone for several days, and she’d accepted the news with cold silence. After her men had failed to destroy any of my leverage and I’d sent them running in an embarrassing fashion, there’d been a tense peace between the two of us. To try to ensure that she wouldn’t sabotage the upcoming championships, I’d been as obedient as I could bear to be, following her orders efficiently and with forced enthusiasm.
