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There's a moment. A very brief moment of quiet.
And then ... chaos.
Flashes from cameras. People yelling questions. Shouting.
A few reporters who were yelling questions from the front are silent. They've gone a bit green.
No doubt they were working for Mom.
I watch them try to slink out. But the crush of the reporters and pedestrians who want to come closer is too much.
I'm about to take questions when I feel a hand on my back.
Drake is standing there. Sloane is smiling.
"You've done enough, Natalie," he says with a smile. "Let's leave them be and go upstairs."
I look to Sloane. He nods in agreement. A smile on his face and eyes that scan my body. He wants to rip off my clothes and fuck me.
Good.
We're back to normal.
I want this normal forever.29NatalieWe’re together and, more than that, we’re a family. Between the three of us, there’s more than enough love to go around. We go upstairs and get our things and head out through the back entrance of the building away from the crowd that’s still forming. I’m thinking that we just hail a cab and head straight toward the nearest hotel room.
It’s only a five-minute ride, but what a tortuous ride; I’m so anxious to get the clothes off their bodies that I have to restrain myself from doing it in the back of the taxi. Of course, it doesn’t help that they have their hands on my knees, and that I can see their cocks bulging under their pants.
The moment the taxi halts to a stop, we step out of it in a hurry and head straight to the hotel lobby. I don’t even know its name; I just know that it’s a hotel and that, somewhere inside, there’s a room we can book and use.
Drake takes the lead and walks toward the reception desk. Five minutes after that, he walks back to Sloane and I, dangling a set of keys in front of us. We almost run to the elevator and, the moment the doors close and leave us alone inside the cramped metallic box, it’s like sparks start flying off our bodies. The air around us seems heavy and electric, and I know that once we’re inside the room that there’ll be no holds barred. We’re going to fuck, and we’re going to fuck hard. Just like we’re used to. Except this time it’s special; this time we’re celebrating a massive victory. We’re celebrating the road that lies ahead, our future together. As a family.
When we get to our floor, I snatch the keys from Drake’s hand and make a beeline toward our door. I take a deep breath to steady my trembling hands, and I finally manage to slide the keys inside the lock and turn it.
Just like I predicted, the moment we step foot inside the room and close the door behind us, it’s on. Drake closes the distance between him and I, and grabbing me by the wrists, he pins me against the wall, my arms over my head. He crushes his mouth against mine, kissing me hard and making me even wetter than before.
Sloane leans against the wall by my side and, placing one hand on my knee, he lets his fingers trail to the hemline of my dress … and then further up. Sliding his fingers under my dress, he flattens the palm of his hand between my thighs, and I moan hard, pulling back from Drake’s kiss.
“I want you so much,” I whisper, and my body is so tensed up with anticipation that it’s a struggle to get the words out of my mouth. “I want you, both of you,” I continue, my words dripping with desire.
“So do we,” Drake tells me, sliding his hand under my dress and placing it on top of Sloane’s. He presses down hard and I moan again, my voice so high-pitched that my eardrums might rupture.
Sloane flicks my thong to the side with two fingers, and then starts caressing my pussy, going up and down the length of my inner lips. At the same time, Drake places his thumb on top of my clit and rubs it with slow soft circles, drawing another quivering sequence of moans out of me.
My moan turns into a sudden groan as Sloane uses his middle finger to part my pussy lips and, with a flick from his wrist, he pushes it inside of me. Curling his finger upward, he goes straight to my G-spot and, the moment he finds it, he presses on it as hard as he can.
He holds his position there, making my insides burn, and Drake keeps on stroking my clit, his rhythm growing into a maddening crescendo of lust.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Sloane whispers against my ear, his lips brushing over my skin as he starts moving his finger in and out of me, fingering me fast and hard. I arch my back and throw my head against the wall, barely able to think straight. Right now my brain is too busy processing the fingers working on my pussy and demolishing every trace of rationality.
