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“I’ve always been yours.” He squeezes my shaft hard, and burning hot pleasure coils at the base of my spine. He pumps me faster, the rhythm of his hand matching his thrusts. Blinding specks of light flicker behind my eyelids.
“I fucking love losing control for you, Fitch,” he groans against my neck. His hips still—and so does his goddamn hand—as he comes.
I pant for breath, stranded on the ledge of the orgasm his body promised mine. “You’re a fucking jackass.”
With a laugh, he bites down hard on my shoulder blade, sucking the skin and no doubt leaving a huge fucking hickey. Marking me as his. I usually love it, but I’m pissed. I reach for my cock to finish myself off, but he snatches my wrist and makes a tutting sound. I’m going to headbutt him in the fucking nose if he’s not careful.
A soft but demanding growl rumbles out of him. “Turn around.”
“What?”
He pulls back, giving me space to move. “Turn around. I want to taste you.”
I spin around, my eyes narrowed.
He tips his head to the side and flashes me a wicked grin. “Do I ever leave you hanging?”
“Yeah.” That’s a lie. He always gives in eventually, buteventuallyis the key word. He’s been known to edge me for hours, and I don’t think I can take that tonight. Not when the need to come feels like a thousand knives slicing me open.
He shakes his head. “Lucky for you, I want to suck your cock more than I want to punish you right now.”
Dropping to his knees, he wraps his hand around my throbbing length and darts his tongue out, sweeping it over my crown and licking precum from my slit.
I tip my head back and let out a long, low moan. “I have no idea how you’re so fucking good at that when you get barely any practice.”
He squeezes the base of my shaft tighter and mutters something I don’t understand before he takes me all the way into his mouth. I thread my fingers in his hair but resist the urge to fuck his throat. He hates that. Instead, I look down and watch the most powerful man I know suck my cock. The sight alone is enough to make me nut in his mouth. “Fuck, West.”
He looks up, and the bastard winks at me. The back of my head hits the wall, and my hands fist tighter in his hair as I rock forward and come down his throat. He swallows every last fucking drop, and I’m still gasping when he stands and presses his forehead against mine.
“It’s so fucking hot when you get on your knees for me.”
He pulls my pants up and refastens them, then kisses the three prongs of the trident tattoo on my chest. “You and Zeke are the only men I’d ever get on my knees for. You know that, right?”
I place my palms on either side of his handsome face. “I know. It’s the same for me.” As much as I enjoy making him jealous, he knows he has nothing to worry about. He and Zeke are it for me, and now Lily too. I’m happy to go the rest of my life fucking, and being fucked by, nobody but the three of them.
Grabbing my hands, he kisses the insides of both my wrists. “You want to come to bed and watch some trashy TV?”
My knees nearly buckle at the amount of love that rushes through me, but I force myself to stand up straight and grin. “Can we bring snacks, because I’m fucking starving?”
He chuckles. “You go get cleaned up. I’ll get the snacks.”
ChapterThirty-Two
LILY
Istep out of the elevator and into the private parking garage full of the most expensive, high-end cars and motorcycles I’ve ever seen in my life. My heart races faster than the Ducati I pass, and I brush my fingers over its supple leather seat.
Sucking in a lungful of cool air, I head for the highlighter-yellow Lamborghini. I can’t help but smile as I trail my hand along the hood. This must be Xander’s.
The sound of the elevator going back up has my stomach rolling. My pulse thunders against my pressure points. How the hell do they know I’m down here already? Glancing around, I scout for a good place to hide, but the garage is a massive square. And to make it worse, the entire room is lit by bright fluorescent lighting. Could I have picked a worse place to run to?
With my blood thundering in my ears and my legs propelled by fear and adrenaline, I jog over to the line of cars farthest from the elevator and crouch behind the one at the very back. I lock my eyes on the shiny silver doors, my heart fluttering in my throat while I wait for them to open. The elevator only has three stops: the penthouse, the lobby, and here. A red L appears in the small window above the elevator, and I swallow a thick knot of fear and excitement.
He’s almost here.
I tell myself that it might just be Xander coming down here to hide with me, but my body trembles and fear becomes my dominant emotion.
The elevator pings.
