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I laugh, Jude snorts, and the other two huff their own giggle. "Yeah, baby. We will make you both feel good now."
Rylee's head tilts on her shoulders with a sigh of relief when Leo's hand dips into her underwear. He pauses for a beat, making her wiggle in demand of more friction. While Jude relieves Leo of his pants, I press my thumb against her clit and soak in the pleased little sigh she gives me.
"Shit, Jude. That's so fucking hot," Marcus groans, watching Jude suck Leo into the back of his throat. "Fuck. Is he making you feel good, baby?" Leo nods against Marc's thigh, his finger inching to Rylee's opening.
I dip my thumb into her panties and feel Leo pumping into her with long strokes. I match his rhythm against her clit. Mewling, she catches sight of Jude sucking our platinum man off and starts bucking against our ministrations.
"Fuck, you are so sexy. Do you like watching one of your men suck the other off? Do you miss Jude's tongue on you, my love?"
"Yes!" Rylee's focus stays on Jude as he bobs up and down. The fucker has a little smirk on his face even as he grinds his dick into the bed. My cock weeps between Rylee's legs, and I curse the layers between us. But this isn't about me. This is about taking care of our woman. "Mm, more!"
Leo's fingers stutter when Jude licks his fingers. His hand disappears beneath his chin, fingering Leo's ass and swallowing his cock. "Leo," Rylee pouts, looking so damn cute and sexy all at once.
"Fuck," he moans, doubling his efforts. Increasing my speed, I tear my eyes away from the sexiness around me and swirl my tongue around one of her perky nipples.
Rylee cries out, gripping my head with both hands to hold me against her chest. My wrist cramps, but I refuse to deny her an orgasm. I suck her nipple into my mouth and pinch her clit at the same time.
"Oh fuck, Beauty! Shit, you're tight!" Leo's angle adjusts, and she goes off like a fucking bomb in my lap. Arching into our touch and yanking on my hair, I almost make a fool of myself and come in my pants. Leo shouts out his own release, making Jude moan around a mouth full of cum and cock. The bed shifts slightly when Jude thrusts against the comforter. His body shakes, and his eyes roll into the back of his head when he pops off Leo.
I eye Marcus, both of us feeling fucking delirious with need. I yank him in for a kiss while Rylee snuggles into my chest. "Mm," she moans, watching us make out. "So hot."
I snort, pulling away from my man. "You like that, my love?" Her eyes flare and I worry she will run from the word now that she's coming down from her high. Instead, she snuggles further, gives me a sleepy smile, and nods. Dipping my head, I capture her lips with mine. I fucking preen when she opens up without protest.
She screeches suddenly, causing me to jump. Leo and Marcus laugh. I hadn't realized Jude got up to get a wet rag to clean her up with. "Did you have to make it fucking freezing?!" Rylee's voice is high pitched as she gives him an incredulous look over her shoulder.
He rushes off to the bathroom with a cringe. "Sorry, baby girl!"
"Coward!" Marcus shouts after him, making us all chuckle.
Leo rolls off the bed, fully dressed and looking blissed the fuck out. Rylee watches the closet door he disappears into curiously. He comes out holding a baggy T-shirt and asks her to lift her arms. She does with a little pout on her lips. When her eyebrows dip into a frown, I kiss her gently and soothe away the lines.
"We know, gorgeous." I don't want to hear the words she was about to say. We know her well enough in this aspect to know she was about to put up a boundary again. "Let's get some water and start your planning while we wait for lunch to get here."
Damn it.
Her eyes start watering, but when she leans forward and kisses my cheek, I fall further in love with this woman. "Thank you," Rylee whispers and pulls off my lap.
Yeah. We need to talk to Tate and come up with our own fucking plan to keep our girls with us and safe.
ChapterThirty-Five
RYLEE
"Mommy?" Bug looks at me with concern and I just know I fucked up. "Are you okay?"
I settle her on the counter, trying really damn hard not to show how much that hurt. "Of course I'm okay."God, how many moms use that lie?My eyes burn with unshed tears. Layla is my kryptonite; she has the power to make or break me. And right now, her little hands gripping my arm and her sincere worry is shattering the walls I rebuilt around my floodgates.
"You don't look happy, Mommy. And you seemed to hurt when you picked me up." She tugs on my shirt and twists it with worry. The move adjusts my shirt enough for the bruise on my shoulder to show. "Mom!" Bug gasps, tears instantly forming.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm okay. It was just an accident," I urge her to hear my honesty.
"Like a Daddy accident?"
My heart shrivels up and dies.
A tear escapes, my misery and pain clear to see in front of my daughter. "No, baby. Not Daddy. A door hit me when I came out of the bathroom when I was out dancing with the guys. It was just a whoopsie." I fight like hell to keep my voice from quivering worse than it already is. My throat aches at the attempt to conceal more emotion.
I feel like I'm drowning, and I don't know what to do because Jackson was right. This plan won't work forever. Layla needs to start school. Plus, I won't be able to maintain our lifestyle for much longer. Nanna's money is running out, and I'm not getting books out fast enough to keep moving.
