“Relax, it’s gonna feel good, Em,” I tell her, and he lets out a growl as he enters her a little more. “We’re gonna make you feel so good.”
She tries to pull her head back from my finger, but Bones’s hand is still fisted in her hair, holding her in place. There’s nowhere for her to go.
I begin to move my hips up and down slowly, and I feel her body begin to ease up. When I remove my thumb from her mouth, she’s gasping for air. Eyes shut and with the way he has her head pulled back, I watch her throat work as she swallows.
I trail my fingers down over her chin and to her delicate neck. My hips pick up their pace, and the table starts rocking back and forth when Bones begins to fuck her ass.
“Gooodddd,” she chokes out, and her slick body begins to move with ours. I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze it as we take over.
Fucking her like she is just another whore we found on the streets and wanted to use for the night. But the reality is far worse—we both love her. Just in completely different ways.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
EMILEE
THIS MORNING, I had rolled over onto my stomach and moaned at the pain my body was in.
I took inventory on my body. My hips hurt. My pussy hurts. My ass hurts. I had a pounding headache.
Fuck, it all felt so good. I can’t tell you the last time I felt like this after sex. There was always something missing—leaving me unfulfilled—even after all those years with Bones. He was great in bed and made sure to take care of me every time, but afterward, it was like my body never really reached that high you hear women talking about.
I hit it last night!
“You okay?” Haven asks.
“Huh?” I nod quickly, blocking out last night. “Yeah.”
I stand next to Jasmine and Haven in line at Starbucks inside Kingdom. It’s almost eight in the evening, and I needed some coffee. I’ve been dragging ass all day. I had spent the day with my mother, like usual and then called up the girls on my way back here for the night. I order and then step aside for Jasmine to place hers.
“Just fuck me up.” She has her red hair up in a high pony and sunglasses on her face. She’s dressed in an off the shoulder black T-shirt and a pair of cut off shorts that are so short the pockets peek out of the bottom. Pretty sure she hasn’t been to bed yet because her makeup looks like it’s a day or two old.
“Ma’am, this is a Starbucks. Not a bar.”
She sighs. “If I’m gonna spend ten dollars on a drink, it better make me …”
“She’ll have a salted caramel mocha. Venti,” I answer for her.
“Add some of those Xanax sprinkles,” Jasmine adds.
“Ma’am?” He arches a brow.
“She’s joking.” I give a fake laugh, pushing her away from the counter.
We find a table to sit down, and I sneeze. “Bless you,” Haven says.
“Thank you.” I lift my hand to signal I feel another one coming on.
Jasmine plops down in a seat across from me. “I once sneezed while on my period and gave birth to a jellyfish.”
The woman sitting at the table next to us gasps, obviously hearing her.
“Oh, like it hasn’t happened to you?” she asks. “I swear I just need to stay home. People don’t like me, and I hate most of them.”
“Or maybe you should just think before you speak,” Haven suggests.
She just snorts. “Where is the fun in that?”
Haven just shakes her head.
“So how’s the sex life coming?” Jasmine asks out of nowhere. I wanna say I’m surprised but I’m not. Sex is always on her mind. I’m pretty sure the girl has a sex addiction.
I clear my throat. “I don’t know …”
“Yes, you do. We can see it written all over your face,” Jasmine interrupts me.
“Well.” I push a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “I slept with Titan.”
“We know that.” Haven nods once.
“And Bones.”
Haven drops her blueberry muffin she was about to take a bite of. “Does Titan know?” she asks wide-eyed.
“Yeah, it was at the same time,” I whisper.
“Holy fuck!” Jasmine shrieks, shoving her glasses to the top of her head.
The old lady next to us gasps at her choice of language. I ignore her and wave them off. “I told you mine, now tell me yours.” Let’s move on.
Haven gives a laugh. “Well, I’ve never been with two guys at once, and there’s no way in hell that Luca would allow that. Not that I want to,” she adds quickly.
“I was about to have sex last night but got out of it.” Jasmine shrugs.
“How do you get out of it?” I ask curiously.
“I was with a client. It was actually a great one. We had a great dinner, then went back to his place. He wanted to go all the way, and I was totally willing. The guy was cute. But once he removed his pants, and I got a look at his dick, I was like nope. I’m out.”