his still lubed up fingers.
That’s enough to make me come with a scream, my walls fluttering madly around Kaden as my nails dig into the firm skin of his chest.
“Baby I’m gonna, come.” He pants, unable to resist my spasms and following me over the edge.
“Shit,” Royce grunts from behind me. “I can feel both of you, I—” He has no choice but to join us in this crazy intense, almost exhilarating pleasure. The added feeling of him pulsing and spilling himself deep inside me at the same time as Kaden has the effect of keeping me floating with them, generating new waves of earth shattering bliss.
When it’s over, I’m still in such a floating place that I barely register Royce withdrawing slowly as I collapse on Kaden’s chest. I feel a wet cloth cleaning me up and I close my eyes as Royce’s arms circle me from behind.
For one night, for one blissful moment there’s no cops, no Russian billionaires, no casinos, no psycho exes. I fall into the most peaceful, sated slumber with the awareness that these men will fight for me.
Sixteen
Wedding Bells
Blaine
It’s the morning of the wedding.
I've yet to fall asleep except maybe an hour in one of the empty suites, not wanting to weigh down my brother or Sloane with my concerns—because I have plenty. Outside of that though there’s a general sadness that is infused throughout me, making me realize how much I miss my father. And if I miss him I know Royce fucking does even more. The man has been far more my parent than my mother ever has. I wish I could tell you I felt bad about thinking that, but I just simply don’t. Mostly because I know she doesn’t even give me much thought if we are being honest.
As I swing my legs over to the side of the bed to stand up, I let out a low groan. Rolling my shoulders I make my way toward the shower, knowing a cold shower will do me some good. After stepping into the shower and turning the water to cold, I try to wake myself up and it works in part but I know this is something that only caffeine will fix. I had a few drinks last night but overall, I've been drinking too much and not staying hydrated so it only amplifies my problem.
"Holy shit—" Sloane's squeak has me snapping my head around as she jumps out of the water, clearly planning to sneak up on me and join me. My fucking Honey Bunny. I grin and turn the water to warm, impressed that she somehow managed to sneak into the room without me noticing. Clearly this tired thing is more extensive than I realized.
"Sorry, Honey Bunny," I sigh, "trying to wake the fuck up after last night."
"Didn't sleep well?" she asks softly stepping into me as her dark locks begin to get soaked with water. I take some shampoo and after scrubbing my own hair start on hers before answering.
"Yeah, you could say that," I admit before smirking. "What about you? What did you do last night?"
Sloane nibbles on her lip and shrugs. "Nothing. Nothing at all."
"Yeah?" I arch an amused brow. "Did that nothing get Royce and Kaden in the same fucking bed together?"
Biting her lip she concedes, "Alright it was something."
Pressing her up against the wall, I run my fingers down her body, a moan catching between us. I nearly growl realizing how wet she is, but as I rub my fingers across her wet heat up to her ass, she winces slightly and shivers. I frown and then I scowl. Oh fuck no.
"Royce did not," I growl feeling completely fucking jealous at what I know my brother did.
How do I know? Because I've been wanting to fuck Sloane's perfect ass since meeting her, so it doesn’t surprise me in the least that he did as well. I’m so fucking pissed at that motherfucker. I mean seriously, we've been playing around with the concept for a few days now, even purchasing plugs, and then he just sweeps in—
"Are you jealous Royce fucked my ass first?" Sloane asks innocently, blinking her long lashes and staring at me with mirth.
"No," I grumble and begin to rinse out her shampoo before mine. A giggle escapes Sloane before I growl, massaging the conditioner into her locks before biting down hard on her neck, making her knees give and her mouth moan out my name.
"Next time it's me," I grunt before