AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Just a minute, baby girl,” I soothed, palming her thick, luscious thighs. She parted them for me readily, her pretty pink center glistening, more than ready for Hawke’s thick cock.
Once I was naked, I grabbed Hawke, tugging him in front of me. He raised his chin expectantly, and I smoothed my lips over his, running my hands over his tatted skin. He was all hard muscle and so beautifully submissive for me. Almost as much as April,but not quite. I wouldn’t change him for the world. He gave me that fight I needed out of my boys.
I loved each of my boys in different ways but the amount I loved them was equal. And Hawke enjoyed the rougher side of me, allowing me to love him in a darker way that I couldn’t with the others. I could with Tank, but he wasn’t submissive for me—wasn’t a switch. Not like Hawke.
“Lay on your back so April can be on top,” I commanded.
He nodded and laid back on the bed before grabbing April and slinging her on top of him. She giggled before leaning down to kiss him, all while she reached back and wrapped her slender fingers around his thick girth. I watched, hypnotized, as her pussy lips spread, and she slowly impaled herself on him.
I grabbed the lube from off my nightstand and squeezed some onto my fingers before probing at her puckered hole. She tensed before slowly releasing a breath, forcing her body to relax for me. Hawke rubbed his hands down her back. “You’re doing so good, doll,” he rumbled in her ear. “Ride his fingers and fuck my cock like a good girl.”
With a needy whimper, she slowly began to move, fucking herself on his cock and my fingers at the same time. Gasping moans ripped from her lungs. Hawke clenched her hair in his fists, forcing himself to stay still so she could adjust as I spread her open, preparing her for my girth.
Once I deemed her stretched enough, I slid in behind her and dribbled excess lube on my cock before gripping her hips and easing inside of her. She cried out and then sank her teeth into Hawke’s collarbone, making him shout in surprise, his cock instinctively driving up inside of her.
“Oh, God, fuck,” she panted, sweat glistening on her skin, a little of Hawke’s blood painting her lips. I snarled. It was the most erotic image I’d ever fucking seen. Trembles wracked her curvy body. “So full. Too full,” she whimpered.
“You take us so fucking well, baby,” I rasped, my hands running over her skin, hoping to soothe her while she adjusted. “Your body was made for this, April. Made to be our pretty little whore.”
“Yes,” she mewled, her body still shaking between us as I seated myself all the way inside of her. Her nails were clawing at my sheets, and a bead of sweat rolled down her temple. I leaned down and licked it up before moving my lips, capturing Hawke’s again. We began to move together, fucking her perfectly and in rhythm like it was second nature.
Her voice eventually faded off. She was too lost in coming over and over again that she lost her ability to form any kind of coherent words or thoughts. She was babbling, tears streaking down her beautiful face as we used her but took care of her all at the same time.
“I’m coming,” Hawke gritted. “Capone, babe, please?—”
“Fill her up,” I snarled. I reached between them and formed a scissor around his cock, my palm rubbing her clit. That did the trick for him, and April screamed as Hawke shouted her name, his cock pulsing inside of her, filling her greedy pussy up with his seed.
I sank my teeth into the back of April’s neck and spilled inside of her ass, moaning when she tightened around me. She sobbed, her fingers sinking into Hawke’s hair while she buried her face in the curve of his neck. I released her skin from between myteeth and rolled to the side, bringing her and Hawke with me. I wrapped my arms around them both, squeezing April between me and Hawke.
“Please don’t slip out yet,” she managed to utter just when I was about to. I instantly halted, running my eyes over the side of her pretty face. Her eyelids fluttered, but she lost the fight to keep them open. “Just want to feel you two for a little while,” she slurred.
Hawke brushed her hair back from her face and pressed a kiss across her swollen lips—no doubt from her biting them and sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of her mouth. “I’ll stay in you forever if I can, doll.”
She laid her palm over his heart. “Such a good Daddy,” she mumbled before she began to lightly snore.
Hawke swallowed thickly, his eyes running over her face in wonder. No doubt, he was trying to figure out what he’d done to deserve her. We all wondered about it on a daily basis. Men like us weren’t meant to be loved the way she loved us.
“She’s not wrong,” I told Hawke quietly after a couple of quiet moments, nothing but the sound of her soft snores and deep breaths filling the air.
He sighed and shrugged at me, but he didn’t move his eyes from her beautiful face. “I’m not perfect, but I’m doing my best.”
“That’s all she wants,” I promised him. I brushed my thumb over the tiny bit of skin on his back I could reach. “I’ll be rewarding you for being such a good Daddy to her later.”
He sleepily grinned at me before shutting his eyes. They would both take a nap, and that was fine with me. He may be April’sDaddy, but I owned them all. And I took damn good care of my possessions.
They knew they were safe here with me. I’d never let a fucking thing in this world touch them.
CHAPTER 16
Tank
“What’s our plan here?” I asked, glancing at Capone. We were all sitting around the table in the chapel since Capone had called church early as hell this morning. Shit, it was still dark outside, but I knew why he did—less worry for April. “Something’s clearly amiss, and we need to deal with it.” I was tired of sitting around on my ass and basically twiddling my fucking thumbs while we waited for something to happen.
Capone grunted in agreement. “Smokey has been doing some digging,” Capone told us. I glanced at Smokey. He’d been quiet about that—both of them had. “We have a possible location for Malorie’s boyfriend, but we have no idea if he might be alone. Fucker was hard to find, which is even more suspicious.” I didn’t fucking like this one bit. Someone that good at hiding? They weren’t new to this, which made shit even more dangerous. “We’ll ride out in a bit before April gets up for the day, so she’s not freaking out more than she has to.”
And oh, she would. She always did. Shehatedit when we went on runs of any kind—even just a charity run. If we weren’t home, she drove herself sick with worry. In her mind, if she wasn’t there to take care of us, she could lose us.
It was a trauma response; we understood that, and we did our best to make things easier for her. But runs were inevitable and had to happen.
