Chapter 2
Yara
Three Weeks Before the Reunion
My eyes focused on the pill in my hands.
Birth control.
Throwing it back, I swallowed it dry.
“Would it be so bad if you got pregnant?” Mateo reached his arms from behind me, the heat from his bare chest soaking into my thin top.
Jumping, I twisted in his embrace and craned my neck to meet his eyes. “We talked about you sneaking up on me. Especially in the bathroom.”
“You talked. I didn’t agree.” He squeezed me tighter, forcing my cheek onto his chest.
His skin was hot as his heart beat loudly in my ear.
It’s been a week.
A week since he killed Daniel. A week since I crossed the line with him and Kazi. A week since I realized therapy was decidedly not working.
“No, it wouldn’t be the worst,” I admitted, desire churning sporadically in my belly.
James’s face flashed through my mind for the thousandth time. I still hadn’t returned his calls. Answered his emails.
Mateo pursed his lips. “Are you thinking of that man again? Of James? I told you I would bring him to you on his knees. You only have to say the word.”
I punched his shoulder softly. “No.”
I slept with my best friend’s dad. And now I can’t keep him out of my head.
I would tell Izzy when the time was right—after the reunion—and then I would let them become one happy fucking family and mosey my way out of it. I wanted her to delve into her darkest desires, and I didn’t want to ruin it by telling her about my run-in with her should-be-dead-father.
I could get away with the first time we fucked…I didn’t know any better.
At least that’s the lie I kept telling myself.
But if I went after him again? If I followed through with what I actually wanted…
“Mi pequena abeja.” Mateo tugged me up further into his arms and off of the ground, forcing me to wrap my legs around his bulky frame.
He marched us out of the bathroom, tossing me onto the bed in the same room as before, but now the window was fixed. The window Daniel—my stalker ex—had broken to get to me.
Landing with an oomph, I offered him my most cantankerous glare. “I told you to stop calling me that. I’m not a fucking bee!”
Mateo cocked a hand on his hip, staring down his nose at me.
“I’m tired of your fucking moping. You haven’t left this room. You haven’t spoken to Kazi or me. You can’t pretend we aren’t here. You’re going to hurt Kazi’s feelings,” Mateo admonished.
Raising an eyebrow and leaning up on my elbows, I laughed. “But not yours?”
“Not mine.” His tongue lashed out, wetting his lips.
I watched the movement in a trance.
“I know how much you want me.” He smirked in challenge. “Now answer my fucking question, mija. Would it be so bad if you got pregnant?”
My breath stuttered uncomfortably from my chest. An image appeared in my mind, of a faceless bundle in my arms. Of my men surrounding me. All three of them. “No,” whooshed from my lips unwillingly.
Mateo offered a knowing smile before stalking forward and pouncing onto me, thick thighs pushing me flat onto the mattress.
His bulky frame bracketed my body firmly down without crushing me. Even trapped beneath him, it didn’t put me on edge. No…it did something else entirely.
“Get off of me you oaf.” Shifting, I attempted to reach between us, to push him off of me, but it didn’t work.
“Yara.” My name was a growl. Deep and vocal, vibrating between us as he shifted down, watching me intently. The movement caused his addictive woodsy scent to fall onto me, and I inhaled it greedily. Not realizing how much I missed it until this very moment.
My eyes found his—dark and swirling in adoration and mirth. The typical mahogany hue, nearly black.
“Mateo,” I warned.
“Do you want me to fuck you? To fill you with my cum? To soak inside of you and let you milk me? To breed you and tell you how well you take me?”
My traitorous cunt pulsated at his words. “No.” Even I could hear the lie as the word caught in my throat.
He thrust down into me, his hard length pressing into my silky pants. Rubbing into a glorious spot.
“No? Should I just fuck you like this? Let my cum coat my pants? Because I want you, Yara. Desperately.” He bowed his head, his words fanning my neck, shooting electricity down my spine.
I don’t think he expected me to buck upwards in response. It was the only reason I could flip us. Could straddle him and rub myself along his length. My neediness ramped upwards as I stared down at him triumphantly.
“What are you offering me?” I asked carefully. This close, it was easy to see all the scars that littered his skin. That decorated his chest. They were endless lines of possibilities. Of pain and suffering. Of surviving and enduring.
If only I felt the same way about my own.
Mateo laughed, bringing me back into this moment with him. “Right now? Or in the future?” His voice was guttural, lathered in his intent.
“Right now.” Rolling forward, my hands landed on his shoulders. My fingers curled into his skin, acting as my stability.
“A distraction.” He rocked up from below, keeping my attention. “A good time.” One of his rough hands found my ass, his strong fingers digging into me in a harsh manner. “My cum.” He lifted me by my ass, his other hand yanking his pants down.
“Mateo,” I screeched in shock, my fingernails breaking skin as I clutched onto him.
“A brat.” But he smiled up at me, his teeth on full display.
Fully clothed, I straddled a naked Mateo. “What if I just left you like this? Didn’t let you get your dick wet and kicked you out? What would you do?” The question was double edged, meaning more than I intended for it to.
“I would leave until you wanted me to return. I am not a monster, mija.” His tone was soft, sincere.
Laughing to break through the heaviness that landed over us, I accepted his answer before very non-gracefully ridding myself of my clothes. Sliding clumsily out of my pants, he lashed out, catching me before I could stumble off his lap.
I didn’t thank him or acknowledge his help before simply removing my shirt next and throwing it behind us. Fully naked, I balanced on my knees above his length.
“You aren’t going to let me lick you first? To wet my face with your delicious cunt?” Mateo challenged, his hands landing on my hips, using them as handles.
I found my balance on his shoulders again and narrowed my eyes. “No, you are going to let me do what I want and you are going to fucking like it,” I dared.
Mateo chuckled, but it cut off as I rolled my hips, coating his cock and prepping it for my body, a soft moan wisp-ing between my teeth.
“Yara.”
Dropping down entirely, I fell onto him, fully sheathing him in one go. My body wasn’t prepped, I wasn’t ready, but I needed this. Needed the distraction. Needed my own type of therapy. Needed Mateo.
Bouncing and rolling, I found my pleasure on him, emptying my mind and focusing on how he felt inside me.
How rough his skin was against my fingertips.
How his cock filled me and stretched me past the point of comfort.
How hot his hands were on my hips, scorching and delicious as they helped me keep my rhythm.
Behind us the door opened, a waft of cool air hitting my bare back, bringing up goosebumps along my spine.
“Kazi,” I said, not breaking pace. I didn’t have to see him to know he was there. He had an aura, a way about him that reached for me. A soft and gentle soul that swept its way towards my own, instantly calming me.
“Don’t stop,” Kazi murmured from behind.
But I wanted him to join us. Mateo’s words cycled and churned their way through my mind.
Had I hurt his feelings?
Below me, Mateo lifted his lips knowingly before using his hold on my hips to remove me from him.
Grunting in displeasure, I opened my mouth to argue.
“Help me move her to face you,” Mateo interjected before I could voice my annoyance.
Kazi’s softer hands found me from behind and then together they spun me to face him. Mateo thrusting up again, burying himself back inside of me. His hands landing on my ass, spanking me hard.
This new position was pressing into a particularly pleasure-filled spot deep inside, tipping towards the pendulum of too much, and I leaned back for relief.
“Now choke her with your cock,” Mateo demanded as he continued to spank me, ramping up my desire and leaving me jumping forward on his cock to lighten the impact but knocking me again and again into that spot, my toes curling at each impact, my belly tightening.
Kazi’s gentle gaze found me, his russet eyes dancing in passion. His long dark hair in disarray, as if he had just woken up. I inclined my head, looking up at him through my lashes demurely.
“Please,” I whispered softly, just for his ears.
Mateo paused his spanking, allowing me a reprieve. Instead, he offered gentle rubs to my ass, his calloused fingers offering a heady sensation as they soothed and ached simultaneously.
Kazi swept his hair back as his prior hesitation was replaced with an edged cockiness. He kept my attention as he unbuttoned his pants, pushing them down hypnotically. His full lips quirking as he watched my eyes survey his body, my tongue lashing out to wet my lips.
“You’re beautiful,” I advised Kazi; an irritated blush heating my cheeks as Mateo laughed below me. I offered a hard snap of my hips in answer, silencing him.
Kazi’s eyes sparkled in humor, but he didn’t speak. Instead, he made his way to me, his cock bobbing upwards.
If only James were here too.
As soon as the intrusive thought entered, I shook it out.
“Come here.” Reaching out, I grabbed hold of him and tugged him towards me. I opened my mouth for him, allowing the soft crown of his cock through my lips, exploring with my tongue as it made its way inside.
Kazi let out a groan of appreciation, spurring me on.
One of his hands tangled in my long blonde hair. The other found my clit, pinching it and shooting pleasure throughout my body. And then he began to gently thrust into my mouth, pushing me further onto Mateo’s cock and guiding our movements.
I was a conduit for all of our pleasure, and I enjoyed every second of it. It offered a dose of headiness, a satisfaction of my control over both the men, a warmth of my connection to them both.
Mateo began to thrust back, meeting Kazi’s rhythm, and in the middle, I was wedged—being forced quickly to an edge that left me weightless and mindless. My brain emptied of all cohesive thought, replaced with need. A need that I had no control over, no rationalization of what it was for.
But then Kazi—burrowed into the back of my throat, his cock pulsating there—forced me to swallow him down. He moaned softly as he played with my clit. Mateo, recognizing it was time for a finale, ramped up below me.
Forcing me over and over again into the spot that caused waves of liquid ecstasy to crash their way down my spine. In the midst, Kazi withdrew from my lips, but his pressure on my clit remained until my entire body clenched and writhed.
And then with a scream, I released it all. The orgasm cut through me blissfully but with an addictive undertone of pain.
It’s possible I blacked out because the next thing I remembered was Mateo spinning me back around, his cock still burrowed deep inside and Kazi finding his way next to us in the bed.
Mateo tugged me down onto his chest, wrapping his arms around me while Kazi’s soft fingers soothingly traced my back.
“Go to sleep, mija, no need to move. I can just envision you pregnant with our child. And once you are, I will fill your ass with my cum, let it leak out of you as you sleep.”
I wanted to argue that there wasn’t any possible way I could fall asleep like this. But then he started to hum softly and the night’s activities caught up to me, fast and quick.
And that was where I fell asleep, his cock buried fully and deliciously inside of me.