She shivers in my arms. “You two are turning me into a sex addict.”
“Lots of fantasies to work through. Lots of ways to work through them.” And years to do it, if I have my way. I will. I refuse to fail.
Gaeton walks back into the room, carrying one of the dining room chairs. He considers and then sets it down a few feet from the bed, directly in line with the door. “Come here, Isabelle.”
I move off her so she can obey. Watching Gaeton lift her onto his cock brings me an absurd amount of pleasure. Mine, mine, mine. She wraps her arms around his neck and grins up at him. “This would be more realistic if I had a dress on.”
“Next time. I like you naked.” He motions me forward. “Don’t bother closing the door, Beast. Everyone here knows who she belongs to. How fucking needy she is.”
Isabelle starts moving even as she glances over her shoulder at me and bites her bottom lip. “It’s been too long since you were inside me.”
“Like I said. Needy.”
I grab more lube. Gaeton’s chairs are tall enough that I don’t have to squat to slide my cock back into Isabelle’s ass. I kiss the back of her neck and begin to move. Gaeton does the same a few seconds later, both of us fucking her slowly, thoroughly. I nip her earlobe and then lean up and catch Gaeton’s mouth. Perfect. Fucking perfect.
Gaeton chuckles against my lips, the sound strained. “Maybe we’ll invite Aurora to one of those parties. Though gods know she’ll have her tongue in your pussy the first chance she gets.”
Isabelle picks up her pace, riding both our cocks. “Yes.”
“So insatiable. We’ll have to take both of you back to your room to let you fuck it out. Otherwise she’s bound to have her hand up your dress by the bar.”
I drag my mouth over the back of Isabelle’s neck. “Tell him what you told me, princess.” I reach around her hip and stroke her clit as she fucks us. I’m barely moving now, letting Isabelle chase her pleasure. “Tell him your newest fantasy.”
She leans back, pressing both of us deeper into her, and guides Gaeton’s hands to her breasts. “I want to watch Aurora ride your cock.”
“Fuck,” he breathes.
“I want …” Her breath hitches and so do her strokes. “I want to eat her pussy while you’re fucking her, to have her mouth on me while one of you is inside me. Or both of you. To have her tongue fuck me while you fuck each other. To switch partners again and again and again until we can’t fuck anymore. I want …”
“An orgy,” I breathe in her ear.
“Yes,” she sobs out. And then she’s coming. She clenches so hard around us that Gaeton curses and starts driving up into her, following her over the edge. I barely pull out before I do the same, coming across her back in great spurts.
Gaeton looks up at me, his expression as dazed as if he’s been hit by a truck. “We’re really doing this.”
“Yes. We really are.” I help Isabelle stand and then do the same to Gaeton, guiding us to his bathroom. We shower in a daze, exhaustion a heaviness that seems to be weighing as hard on them as it is on me.
The other two fall asleep in Gaeton’s bed almost immediately, but I hold out a few minutes longer, relishing this feeling of contentment. Of joy. I never thought I’d get my happily ever after. I’m not certain I believed such a thing existed even before shit went so sideways in Sabine Valley. I look down at Isabelle and Gaeton. I might have failed the person I loved most in the world once, but I sure as fuck won’t do it again. It doesn’t matter who I have to remove to ensure our future is secure. I’ll do it, and gladly.
Tomorrow.
Tonight is for dreams and joy and love.
Chapter 27
Isabelle
I wake up to the bedroom door crashing open with a violent bang. Beast and Gaeton are already moving while I’m trying to figure out what the hell is going on. It doesn’t make any difference. They barely get an inch before a familiar voice says, “Do not move. I would truly hate to shoot you, but I will.”
I shove Gaeton’s arm out of my way and sit up. “Muriel?”
My sister-in-law stands in the doorway, a handgun held easily in her strong hands. She’s a curvy Dominican woman with long black hair pulled back from her face, wearing one of her favorite dresses—one with kittens printed all over it—looking as fresh as a fucking daisy. There are three men on either side of her, also with guns. I blink again. “I told my sisters I had things covered.”
“Cordelia thinks otherwise.” She raises her brows at the bed with the three of us. “Get up. Get dressed. Now.”