Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“Great. Tank can pay.” Livvie throws up her arms.
“The only person who ain’t paying is Erika, okay? Zeke, you find out who did this, and you, Levi, once you’re done ordering pizzas—and breadsticks—help me clean up this mess.”
“Yes, ma’am,” we chorus.
Zeke sneaks a peek in my direction. Remember this in the future. If she has to play mediator between us, she’ll forget about crying.
Like I said, big bro, I can add two and two together just as well as you.
Says the jock—
“Are you done yet?” a sharp voice intrudes.
Zeke and I snap to attention and see Livvie standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips. She’s glaring at us with nary a tear in sight. I smile. “Yup. Done.”
I cross the room and take her in my arms. “I love you, baby.”
She hugs me briefly before pushing me away. “I love you, too. Now, get to work.”
I salute her with a laugh. We’ll need to talk about this. It might not be the last time someone gets brave and comes after our girl, but, for now, she’s got a small smile on her face. Zeke’s tracking down the asshole who did this and we’re going to eat.
Later on, we’ll take her back to the condo and make love to her until there’s nothing left in her head but how much pleasure she can endure.
Maybe that’s how we handle everything—with food, sex, and love. Oh, and a side of vengeance.
CHAPTER 9
Olivia
Before I open my eyes I already know they’re gone. I reach out and toss the pillows placed around me to their side of the cold bed. They either thought I’d roll off the bed without them in it or that I would mistake the pillows for them. They think they’re so clever, trying to leave the pillows as body doubles. They probably figured I’d be so exhausted from our sexual escapades that I would just mistake puffy pillows for their muscular bodies.
I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes. I sit up and realize I’m still naked. I crawl to the side of the bed and flip on the lamp. I want to facepalm myself when I see it’s only a little after midnight. I don’t think I’d even made it until ten before I passed out to be honest. They knew how to wear me out. That’s the second time in a week they got me to pass out from their gentle caresses. At least this time it ended with orgasms. They made sure to wring out every orgasm they could from me.
I didn’t stand a chance at staying awake once we got home. I planned to keep them occupied all night so they’d stay in and wouldn’t get themselves into trouble. I knew they wanted to pulverize whoever ransacked my place. I figured if I could keep them busy with sex, they would pass out from pleasure. My plan obviously backfired big time.
I don’t know what their problem was but they didn’t let me pleasure them at all. If I tried to touch them to release some of their tension, they’d move my hand or occupy me with another orgasm. They were both wound so tight that I could feel it pulsing through them. It felt like a live thing vibrating around us. Neither one of them commented on the tension they were trying so hard to hide.
Every touch was gentle, even though I knew they were filled with rage. You would have thought that I was made of glass by the way they handled me. No one would have imagined that Zeke had taken my ass hard not even hours before. And before that Levi had pinned me down and taken me the way he wanted to, moving me around like I was a doll that he could do anything with. I flex my thighs at the memory.
My pussy is still slick from the orgasms they gave me before I passed out, and I know I have to curtail my own thoughts because they’re distracting me. I have to focus on the empty bed I’m currently sitting in. My men are missing and off doing god knows what. I’d never seen such rage on their faces as I had the moment they picked up one of the pictures. I thought the pictures would spontaneously combust with the force of their intense stares.
I debate sending them a group text. I already told them they better not do something that ends with them in jail. I even fibbed that I wouldn’t come see them. I had at least gotten them to laugh. They knew I was full of shit. I would immediately set up camp outside whatever prison they got sent to.
I fall back into the bed and look up at the white ceiling of our bedroom. “Our bedroom,” I say out loud to myself. It doesn’t matter what others try to do to shame us. I know I’ll end up with them each night. All of it is worth it to me. Still, I feel bad that Erika’s stuff was ruined because of me. She didn’t ask for any of this; I pulled her right into it.