9
CASE
Itake the washcloth Lee hands me and clean myself up, watching as Epi bounces up and down on Porter’s cock. Then I see the flash in Lee’s eyes as he takes in the dozen or more hickeys decorating her chest.
“Fuck,” He hisses under his breath.
Exactly what I was thinking. Yes, we marked her ass, but that’s easy to hide under a pair of pants. Her chest? One slip off a shoulder or dip of her neckline and someone—especially someone like us—will notice. We’re not supposed to mark, kiss, spank, or fuck the client—I’m pretty sure I read that somewhere when I signed on with the company—and we’ve done all of that and more in a couple hours.
But Epiphany is idyllic for us. From her beautiful face, perfect curves and sassy fucking mouth—she is pure perfection. She also took her punishment like a queen—our queen—and I can’t wait to claim her completely.
Lee told her we wouldn’t take her ass tonight, and that’s fine. We wouldn’t do it while hundreds of miles away from home anyway, but last we heard, Epi’s would-be kidnapper is off the grid and even Soren can’t find her. While he’s doing the technical stuff from the secure location where they are protecting Leti, Victor, along with a couple of guns for hire—two ex-PsySpecOps guys who live down in Tennessee—are hunting known associates of Claudine Humphrey. Last time we talked to Soren, he felt like he was getting close, but we still don’t know how much longer we’re going to be here.
Not that fucking Epi nonstop will be a burden or anything. I think I can handle that task, but can she handle the three of us for a week?
A month?
A lifetime?
I stand behind Porter sitting on the couch and smile down at Epi when she opens her eyes. She licks her lips and puts her hands out to me, beckoning me forward. Leaning over Porter and shoving his head aside, I cup her neck and kiss her with a sweetness I rarely betray during daylight hours. I cuddle occasionally, but only in the darkest hours of the night when not even my lover can see my face or read my thoughts. Yet, with this little brat, our perfect Epi, I can’t stop myself from showing her a bit of gentle love. “You want to come again?”
She whimpers and nods her head.
“Lean back.” I slide my hand down and press my middle finger against her clit, letting her ride my finger at the same time she rides Porter’s cock.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Porter groans, and I’m guessing her inner walls just clamped down on him as her climax builds to its crescendo.
He grips her hips and works her faster, chasing his own release when Epi cries out, her eyes closed tight. Watching her come makes me hard and achy to be inside of her.
And it is my goddamn turn.
Porter lifts her up and pulls out just as he comes, shooting long, thick pearly ropes onto his stomach.
Picking her up off of his lap, I cradle her in my arms and walk over to the single wingback chair. I sit down and rest her on my lap. She immediately curls in, like a cat seeking warmth, so I stroke her thigh gently, soothing her as she nuzzles her face into my neck.
“How do you feel?”
“Boneless.”
Slipping my fingers between her legs, I gently stroke her pussy lips. “Are you sore?”
“Not right now, but I’m thinking I will be later.”
“I can run you a bath.”
Her eyes are closed, and yet she smiles at me. “I thought Porter was the nice one?”
I brush the hair back from her face, place a gentle kiss on her lips. “He is—” I lower my voice so not even she can hear me “—but I’m the one that falls hard.”
She opens her eyes and looks at me dead center. Maybe she heard me? I think she’s about to say something when she smiles and says, “Are you going to fuck me now?”
“I want to, but I’m willing to wait until you have more energy.”
“You like it when I’m bratty, don’t you?”
“It gets me hard.”
She wiggles in my lap. “You seem hard enough right now.”