Page 14 of Indecent Obsession
When I finally settle a little inside, I reach out for their hard cocks and stroke them. Their cocks each have a different feel in my hands. My pussy pulses in time with my strokes.
If I weren’t sore, I’d guide them to my pussy and ass. Yesterday, with them both inside me, it was intense and felt so good and full and tight and every movement seemed amplified. Finn curses as he comes on my stomach. A second later, Dante comes on my ass. The water washes it away.
Finn gathers me in his arms and kisses me. Fuck, I know I shouldn’t get used to this. Get used to kissing them, but it’s so easy and effortless.
But once we’re outside in the real world, all this gets tucked away in a corner. No one else can know what these two do to me. Everyone else will assume they’re still the catches of society. Free and available.
I don’t know how I won’t start a million catfights. Because even if it’s in secret, they’re mine.
Chapter 5
Mixed Costs
Drew
“Are we good, man?” I have to ask because the guy wears a permanent scowl.
Wyatt glances up at me from his phone. He arches an eyebrow. “We’re fine.”
Fine. He says it like a woman does when she means she’s not fine at all. We made our way to the living room after taking showers in separate bathrooms. The suite actually has four bedrooms. Not that any of the other ones got used last night, only the one.
The dining table still has the remnants of dinner on it. After they delivered it, no one else came into this apartment. As it was, I answered the door while the others kept Sara occupied in the spare bedroom. Her skin was flushed by the time dinner was served.
The dinner was lovely and so was fucking Sara while feeding it to her. I’m not sure I’ll be able to eat with her without having a hard-on. Not that it wasn’t an issue before.
I blow out a breath. Wyatt is going to be a problem though. Yeah, he included me and we even fucked her together last night, but there’s still distrust on his end. “I want you to know that I respect Sara.”
Wyatt returns his gaze to mine and his brow furrows. “Okay.”
“This isn’t something I would do with just anyone.” I want to make that clear. This whole situation could get awkward. But Wyatt makes it more so. It’s clear he’s wanted her for as long as she’s wanted him. I kind of understand the denial, but there has to be more to it. A reason he couldn’t. That reason must impact her.
I have to resist the urge to pick at it. Other people’s secrets are my absolute favorite thing to figure out.
“What do you want?” Wyatt puts his phone on the table. “A fucking award that you—what? Don’t plan to fuck anyone else?”
I chuckle. “I mean, I am letting my girlfriend fuck her brother’s three best friends, so maybe that should be on my award. If you need an engraver…”
His eyes roll. Yeah, Wyatt doesn’t appreciate the joke. He doesn’t seem to have a funny bone in his body, especially when it comes to Sara.
He chews on that for a moment. “She’s not your girlfriend.”
“Ah, that’s the rub, isn’t it?” It makes sense now. He can’t claim her as anything in public. “Everyone will see me dating her. Me escorting her to everything. They’ll all assume—correctly, I might add—that she’s mine.”
His eyes flare with heat. Yeah, he doesn’t like that part. Well, I’m not exactly happy about not having the access they will. After all, they’ll be living with her, working with her, and I’ll get whatever time I can with her around our schedules.
“She wants you,” he says it like it mortally wounds him. “But that doesn’t make you part of us.”
Yeah, their little boys’ club. One that they conveniently forget Tom, her brother, is a part of. But Sara wants them. Fuck, I didn’t realize how much. I suspected at the beginning of our relationship, but the deeper we got the more she revealed. Going forward, she’ll either need to get them out of her system or grow this into something we all find appealing.
Watching her get fucked by these three will quickly become my favorite activity to encourage. So I’m all in. Now to get Mr. Grumpypants on board.
I smile. “You’ll find I tend to grow on you.”
“I doubt that,” he scoffs.
My phone buzzes and I look down at the caller ID. Fuck. Bad timing.
“I need to take this call.” I stand and he waves me off like I’m a nuisance. Right now, his easy dismissal is a blessing. Otherwise, he might wonder who’s calling me on a holiday morning.
