On the days that Heath didn’t feed me, I would eat lunch with Jill or Emily at the office. They both came up with new and exciting ways to castrate my ex every day. Jill would only take breaks from talking about Tom long enough to ask if I had heard from a certain detective.
She tried to play it off as a casual curiosity, but I knew better. Jill had the hots for Detective Damon. My mind was playing with the idea of getting those two together after this was all over.
We all took turns making meals in the evenings. I complained only once that they were going to make me fatter than I already was. They’d gotten very angry after I had made the self-deprecating joke and had promptly taken turns punishing me for the insult against myself. They evidently wouldn’t stand for anyone insulting me, even if it was me dishing out the insults.
If one of them had to work, then the other one would stay with me. No matter who I ended up in bed with that night, I always ended up wrapped around both of them by morning. I had expected us to get sick of each other after so long, but we had only grown closer over time.
I had started to anticipate their needs and wants as they did mine too. I also assumed that our passion when making love would fizzle out over time as well, but it only seemed to be getting better and exquisitely dirtier as we learned what made each other tick.
I knew now Heath could also be just as dominant in the bedroom as Reid. He just preferred to let Reid do all the bossing. One of his favorite things to do was to tie me to the bed with my head hanging off the edge so he could fuck my mouth while Reid fucked me from above. He would order me to swallow his cock, which I would happily do.
I also learned that Reid got off on watching just as much as he did with participating. There were times when he would just sit back and tell Heath and me what to do and where to touch. It was a major turn-on seeing him pleasure himself to us.
They had also learned things I liked that I hadn’t even known I liked. For example, if one was pulling my hair while fucking me from behind and the other held me by the throat and played with me, I was bound to explode quicker.
Also, I now knew I had what was called a praise kink. Who knew there was such a thing? But when one of them told me I was “a good fucking girl,” I went wild.
Every day, they prepared me to take both of them. They had upped the plug size that I was instructed to wear for hours at a time, saying I only had one more size left before I could take one of them. I always got rewarded for my submission with mind-blowing orgasms.
After week two, I had gotten a visit from Detective Santos for an update. The police had started to check into Tom’s credit card purchases to see if they could track him that way. That road had quickly gone nowhere. It was like the man had fallen off the face of the earth and nobody knew where to find him. I was just thankful that he hadn’t gotten bold enough to try anything else.
At the start of week three, the autobody shop called with news that I could pick my car back up anytime I was ready. After talking it over with the boys, I decided it was best to let Lindsey have the car for a while. I knew without a doubt that Tom would never try to hurt her in any way, so leaving the car with her was a safe option.
I never told Lindsey what happened between her father and me. She didn’t need me to muddle the image of her dad any more than it already was. What was going on with Tom shouldn’t be one of her concerns.
I took these last weeks to work heavily on my book. Every free moment I had, I used to write. Emily helped me by reading chapters as I had finished them and sent back her notes. Our friendship was still in the early stages, but it was definitely blooming into something great.
I had fallen into the story so hard that by the end of the third week I was completely finished. Heath and Reid had taken turns proofreading my work and both of them expressed how much they loved it.
I used pieces of my own life to create this book so it would forever hold a special place in my soul even if it was never published. While holding my breath, I pushed thesendbutton. Emailing my manuscript to both Jill and Sam. I smiled as I placed my laptop on the coffee table with a sigh.
It was Saturday evening, and I had both boys with me this evening. I was usually content to just stay in for the night and snuggle down on the couch with them. Not this time though, I had restless energy running through me as I bounded up from my seat. I spied Heath sitting at the dining table, poring over the papers in front of him.
I sauntered over to him. He looked up at me and leaned back, silently giving his permission. I straddled his lap and made a space for myself between him and the table. Leaning down, I kissed his neck all the way to his ear before nipping it gently, just the way I knew he liked.
His fingers flexed against my bottom as he squeezed, letting me know he was enjoying my explorations. “You keep doing that and I will be having you for supper, sweetheart,” he rumbled below me.
I giggled as I sat back up to face him. “I want to go out and celebrate. I just sent my manuscript off and I feel really good about it.”
I watched the fun smile waver slightly from his lips. I knew he was fighting an internal battle between his need to keep me safe and his want to see me happy.
I cut in before he could speak again. “You and Reid both will be with me.” I tried with a smile. “And we can go to your bar, you know your bouncers will keep an eye out for Tom. I just want to go have a nice meal with you guys, maybe drink a little. I can invite Jill and Em to come along too.” I finished with a pout.
Heath still seemed to be thinking about it when I leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I can wear one of those extremely short dresses I bought a few weeks ago and put on a dance for you.” I traced my tongue along the shell of his ear before leaning back.
His eyes darkened. He grabbed the back of my neck and brought me to his lips. After drugging me with his kisses, he looked at me seriously. “All right, we can go.”
I clapped my hands together and squealed a little bit.
“But if I see anything at all that makes me think Tom is around, we will be out of there faster than you can blink,” he said with a point of his finger. I smiled and bit the tip of his finger, earning me a sharp slap on my ass cheek.
He chuckled as I practically leaped from his lap and sprinted to the bedroom to start getting ready. I texted the girls a time to meet us and continued my search to find the shortest dress I owned.
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An hour later, we pulled up to the front door of Heath’s bar. I suggested we walk because it was just a couple of blocks, but both men looked at me like I was crazy. I decided not to argue with them.
When I exited the bedroom after getting dressed, it took everything I had to not let them keep me home. Reid had taken one look at the tight little red dress paired with black fuck-me shoes I had on and proclaimed I wasn’t allowed to leave the house.