I glance over just in time to see Ari’s gaze heated and interested in that idea. Fucking hell.
Shuffling over, I swap places with Ari, and he pushes Alice’s knees up, settling between her spread thighs as I focus on my task at hand. Ari’s pucker is pink and gorgeous—slightly loose, which means he’s probably been in Phoenix’s bed sometime today, and I press my thumb against it.
He huffs out a sharp breath and thrusts back against me, forcing my thumb inside. I let him take it for a second before pulling out and replacing it with three fingers. They slide in easily, and I don’t fuck him that way. I just spread them and hold him open and watch the little gape.
Alice is watching me over Ari’s shoulder now, and I grin at her, licking my lips. She sucks in a breath when Ari’s hips move, and I realize he’s slipped inside her.
“How does he feel, darling girl?”
“Good,” she groans. Her head falls back against the pillow, her eyes shut. “So fucking big.”
Ari’s hips thrust forward, and I know that he’s not going to let me admire him any longer. It’s now or never, so I grab him by the hip and line myself up, then push inside. He’s tight and hot, and he takes me like he was meant to do nothing but that. I feel him tense around me as his body shudders, and then he sets the pace as he brutally fucks himself into Alice, rabbit-fast and unrelenting.
I brace myself on his back and let him fuck himself on my dick as I watch her cheeks color, and I feel him getting closer. He must have been right near the edge because he’s already coming apart.
It won’t take me long, of course. I’ve been pent up for what feels like an actual forever, desperate to have my balls milked. I imagined this going a different way, but somehow, this is even more perfect.
With Ari between us, and my eyes locked on Alice, and my dick buried in tight heat, it’s everything I need.
My orgasm starts to crest, a slow build of heat starting low and then cascading through my limbs. I lose my grip on what Ari’s doing, only peripherally aware of Alice’s small cry and Ari’s stuttered thrusts. Instead, I’m chasing the sensation I’ve been deprived of for so long, and when it hits, I black out.
I can feel myself floating above my body as I spill and spill, my balls tight as they empty inside one of my beloveds. Ari’s limp beneath me, and Alice is gasping for breath, and somehow, I managed to roll over so neither of them is crushed to death.
I still can’t see anything, but I feel Alice’s hand rest against my chest, and I feel Ari’s cupping my dick and balls, massaging them gently before reaching down between my legs. I know what’s coming, and I almost want to protest, but instead, I spread my legs and let him work the plug out.
It releases with a wet squelch, and I feel a rush of air against my gaping hole. It’ll take a while for it to go back to normal, and somehow, I fucking love that. I hope I’m still open when Kane finally comes back and makes good on his promise.
‘Okay?’ Ari’s fingers have a slight shake to them as he taps on my hip.
It’s not like him to ask, but I suppose we’re all a little off-kilter lately. I force my eyes open, and though my vision is blurry, I can see him resting on his stomach between Alice’s legs with his head on her hip. His eyes are heavy-lidded, but his gaze is focused.
“I’m perfect.”
His lips twitch into a smile, and then he pushes up and kisses her first and then me. ‘Sleep,’ he mouths.
I want to beg him to stay, but I know he won’t. He only sleeps a few hours at a time, and unless Phoenix or Kane wears him out, he only ever shares a bed with Alice. And even that doesn’t last a long time.
It’s fine, though. I haven’t taken it personally in years. I just stretch up for a last kiss before he slips off the bed and leaves the room butt naked without a care in the world. Alice laughs, the sound thick and sleepy, and she curls toward me.
I shift so I can put my arm around her, and I lay my hand against the barely there swell of her belly holding our child. I stroke my thumb over it, and she sighs into my chest.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
I hold her tighter. I can’t really make my words work, so I try to pour how I feel into my touch, and she relaxes almost instantly. I know it’ll be a while before I can sleep, but that doesn’t matter. Ari’s down the hall, Phoenix and Kane are safe at the office, and she’s in my arms.
There’s no better moment than this.
Chapter 3
KANE
I only becomeaware that this is the first time Phoenix has been to the office since he was shot when he tenses up at the sound of the front doors sliding open. It’s hardly noticeable, and I doubt anyone else can see it, but I can feel it in the way he grips my arm that much tighter.
I say nothing, of course. I hadn’t meant for this to be athing. And while Phoenix could have done this at home, where he’s been working for the last decade, I wanted him with me. I’m feeling particularly clingy because the wedding is getting closer, and I’m still waiting for Guido—or that little shit Leo—to make a move.
Leo feels like the biggest threat at the moment since he’s already been to visit Alice after the engagement party, and we’re currently holding his lover under duress. I try not to think about Rhys’ betrayal, but late at night when I’m suffering from insomnia, I run through a thousand different scenarios in my head of how I have managed to lose one of my closest confidants.
Was it because I’d retreated into my little sanctuary? Or had I done something truly abhorrent that Rhys will only tell me the truth before he dies?