Chapter 21
Cruz
To say I wanted to punch Sloane’s ex would be an understatement.
I hate the sniveling weasel on sight, and the more he speaks, the less I like him.
It’s only out of respect for Sloane that I resist the urge to wipe that smug, self-serving expression from his face.
That and Jessy calling me her dad. That makes me want to do her proud and be the kind of dad she deserves.
She sure as shit drew the short straw with her biological one.
Connor reluctantly agrees to Sloane’s plan. Whether that’s because he’s actually grown a spine or because he rightfully guesses I’d gladly force him to comply, I don’t know and I don’t care.
I’m in awe of Sloane’s calm, unruffled demeanor. She doesn’t raise her voice or lash out at her ex, though there must be so much she wants to say to him, so much pain. She focuses on the case, on taking Briggs down.
Only when Connor has finally gone, tail between his legs, does she finally let down her guard.
We’re in our meeting room where we moved to discuss a plan in private.
From the other room, I can hear that the bar is busy, the muffled sounds of music and laughter drifting through.
I pull her close, breathing in her familiar smell.
“You were incredible. You’re incredible,” I murmur into her hair, kissing the top of her head.
She melts into me. “I still can’t believe it…” Her voice has that shell-shocked tone of someone still processing.
“You don’t believe him when he says he didn’t know?” Rook probes gently.
She shakes her head, pulling away from me slightly. “No, I believe him. Connor is spineless, but he’s not a total bastard who would willingly put his daughter in danger.”
“Then what can’t you believe?”
She shakes her head, thinking. “I’d like to say I can’t believe he only came back to save his own ass, but that’s not true.
I’m not surprised.” She lets out a small, humorless laugh.
“No. What I can’t believe is the fact that I ever married him.
That I ever thought he was the man I should spend the rest of my life with. ”
I smile at her wryly. “We all make mistakes. Rook lost his virginity to Janine, thought he was in love.”
Rook scowls at me, but there’s no real annoyance in his expression. Sloane looks at Rook, who shrugs and holds his hands out.
“As in Janine? The woman who came in here a few weeks back with her girlfriend?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
I click my fingers and grin. “The very same.”
Sloane laughs and the sound is music to my ears.
Rook smiles, gladly accepting the teasing if it makes her happy.
“In my defense, she didn’t know she was a lesbian at the time.
We were all young, and she was the cool older woman whose father was a member of Iron Vale.
She was the one who got us all into the club. ”
“So you slept your way to the top, Mr. President?” Sloane teases, opening her mouth in fake shock, pretending to clutch her pearls.
This sets us all off, providing much-needed relief. Rook shares a story about the girl I dated in my early twenties, who set fire to my stuff and totaled my bike after I hooked up with a club girl.
“You cheated?” Sloane asks, not judging but a little surprised.
Rook shakes his head, chuckling. “Nah, Cruz here might be a bit of a ladies’ man, but he’s no cheat. Just hard to tie down. They weren’t official.”
Sloane frowns. “She obviously thought otherwise.”
“We’d only been on one date! We didn’t even kiss because I was dating the club girl she said I cheated with!” I explain with a laugh.
This revelation sets us all off laughing again. When Boone appears, he finds us practically hysterical with laughter.
His mouth quirks with a surprised smile. “What did I miss? What’s so funny?”
We’re laughing too hard to respond for a second.
Sloane clutches her stomach, breathing deeply as the laughter subsides, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.
She shakes her head. “The guys were just cheering me up about my shitty past relationship by sharing some horror stories of theirs,” she says, her voice light and breathless.
When she’s finally able to speak properly, she asks, “Where’s Jessy? Is she okay?”
I notice the flash of guilt she always gets when berating herself for not being there for her. I wish she wouldn’t judge herself so harshly, that she’d understand that having a brief moment of reprieve doesn’t make her a bad mom.
“She’s fine,” Boone assures her. “I just put her to bed, she was out like a light halfway through the first story.”
“Thank you,” she says, stepping onto her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “For looking after her today and keeping her occupied while Connor was here.”
“Of course. You don’t need to thank me. We’re a team.”
“Did she say anything about Connor?” she asks, biting her lip.
Boone grins now, a big dopey grin that makes him seem like a goofy kid instead of a hulking giant. “She asked if I would be her dad instead. She said she prefers having three dads.”
Sloane smiles at that, we all do. “She’s got good taste. I prefer to have all three of you too.”
“Does that mean you want to start calling us ‘Daddy’ too?” I purr.
Sloane swats me playfully, the atmosphere now charged.
I lift her with ease, swinging her into my arms and kissing her.
She wraps her legs around my waist, kissing me back passionately.
My cock twitches in response, hardening in my pants.
I force myself to pull back. “It’s been an emotional day. If you don’t want—”
She silences me with kisses before saying, “I want this, I need this.”
I nod, continuing to kiss her as I move over to the couch in the corner of the room. Boone and Rook follow behind. I put her down on the couch but she springs back up again.
“Sit, all of you,” she orders. I sit in the middle with Rook and Boone either side.
Sloane slowly peels off her clothes, watching us the whole time. She pulls her dress over her head, letting it flutter to the floor. She’s wearing a pale blue lingerie set that’s a favorite of mine.
“Now you,” she says.
Again, we don’t argue, shrugging off our clothes until we’re just in boxers. I’m too familiar with Rook and Boone at this point to feel awkward about their proximity to me on the sofa. At times with Sloane, their bodies feel like extensions of mine.
She eyes us hungrily. I know she’s attracted to us equally, my chiseled physique, Rook’s muscular power, Boone’s brawn.
She unhooks her bra, slowly removing it, her nipples pink and pert.
She turns around to remove her panties, bending over slightly to tease us with a glimpse of her perfect pussy between her firm buttocks as she peels the lace down to the floor, touching her toes.
She steps out of them and turns back around, unashamed to stand before us naked and proud.
“Now you.”
I don’t take my eyes off her as I pull my boxers down, kicking them away.
My cock springs to attention, hard without her even touching me.
I don’t need to look at the guys to know they’re doing the same.
Sloane drops to her hands and knees, crawling on all fours toward her, the slow, feline sway of her hips making me even harder.
As she reaches the couch, she moves onto her knees, placing her hands on my knees and looking into my eyes. She moves a hand onto Rook’s thigh, the other onto Boone’s as she bends her head, moving to take my cock in her mouth.
I breathe out, a hissing relief between my teeth as she takes me deep, her hands expertly moving to pleasure Rook and Boone at the same time.
From this angle, I can see the curve of her spine, the roundness of her ass as her head bobs up and down, her nipples brushing against my legs.
It feels fucking incredible, but we’re not able to keep our hands off of Sloane for long.
Rook slides off the couch, moving to stroke and caress her pussy from behind.
She moans, the vibrations tickling my balls and making my cock harder.
Rook lifts her hips, moving her onto all fours and thrusting his cock inside her.
She cries out as he fucks her hard and fast. Rook may have kept his cool with her ex here, but now he allows the primal need to claim her to burst forth.
I move aside to watch, to give them a moment alone, to give her breathing room to scream with pleasure.
I can’t resist touching her, though. I reach out to stroke her sensitive skin, my caress so soft in comparison with Rook’s roughness. I pinch and tweak her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch. She looks fucking magnificent, and I tell her so.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
As Boone moves into position to fuck her while she sucks Rook’s cock, I sit back and watch, stroking the length of my shaft. The only thing I feel watching her fuck my two best friends is horny and lucky. Lucky to have her, lucky to share her.
Her mouth spreads wide, taking Rook deep, tears forming at her eyes a little from the sensation.
Boone doesn’t fuck as hard as Rook, but he’s so big that I know he’s hitting deep and full.
I force myself to slip away for a second, grabbing a toy that we keep hidden in the desk.
When I return, I place the vibrator against her clit and turn it on.
She responds immediately, moaning out in surprised pleasure. I can feel how soaking wet she is, how close.
“Oh fuck,” Boone grunts, and I know from experience that her pussy is gripping him like a vise as she cums. “I’m cumming,” he grunts, thrusting deep.
Rook pulls back, allowing the moan of pleasure as Sloane reaches her climax to escape her lips. We move again, this time I sit on the couch, Sloane on top of Rook, facing the other direction, riding reverse cowgirl. He bounces her up and down on his cock, her tits jiggling enticingly.
He holds her arms back, opening her up, and I tease her whole body. I lick and suck her nipples, stroking her soaking wet clit before placing the vibrator against it. She cries out, overwhelmed, and Boone comes to kiss her lips, holding her hair out of her face.
“I’m close, baby,” Rook whispers in her ear.
“Me too,” she whimpers.
“Cum on his cock, I want you so wet and ready for me,” I growl.
My words send her over the edge, and Rook cums with her, her hips bucking, back arching.
I’m so fucking horny for her I think my balls might explode, but Sloane seems like she might be done, panting and sweaty, the slickness of sex between her thighs. Rook helps her up, and I stand too, kissing her and pulling her close.
Sloane reaches down to touch me, feeling my softening dick.
“We’re not done yet,” she murmurs. The promise alone springs him back to life.
She pushes me down onto the couch and straddles me, guiding me into her soaking wet slit, taking me all the way in deep in one thrust. She’s so wet and warm, my cock aches and grows even harder as she starts to grind.
I attach the vibrator around my cock like a cock ring, allowing her to get herself off against me using it.
Boone and Rook stand beside her, kissing and massaging her tits, focusing on only her pleasure.
I enjoy sitting back and letting her take charge for a change.
The vibrator works on me too and it makes me ache deep inside my groin, ready to explode.
I try to hold off for as long as I can, waiting for her to reach her peak.
“I’m so close, Cruz,” she moans, throwing her head back. Boone kisses her, his hands massaging her breasts.
“Cum on his cock,” Rook growls, stroking himself.
Sloane notices and orders that she wants us all to cum together. Sloane fucks me and I bounce her up and down on my cock, the vibrations growing faster and pulsing as the guys watch her, bringing themselves closer.
“Fuck, I’m so close!” Sloane cries. “Cum with me!”
I feel the orgasm hitting her like a freight train, rumbling on and on endlessly, pulling my climax to the edge and finally, sending me hurtling over the edge as the guys cum across her breasts, painting her in an inexplicably hot way that makes me finally cum hard enough to see stars.
“Fuck yes!” she screams triumphantly.
“Fuck you’re so perfect, I love you,” I pant as the last of my seed pumps inside her.
We fall back onto the couch, sticky, sweaty, and not giving a damn.
“I bet none of your exes ever fucked like that,” she says breathlessly with a slow grin.
Rook and I chuckle, “Definitely not.”
“I bet Connor never fucked you that good either,” I add, a little smugly, but feeling entitled to be.
She shakes her head, laughing. “Connor thought it would be cheating if I bought a vibrator, I had to hide it from him. If only he knew how good it could be when you use it as an enhancer, not a rival.” She starts to laugh, the sound joyful and uncomplicated.
“Only a man like Connor could be threatened that an inanimate object can pleasure his wife more than he could…”
We laugh too. We’re far from out of the woods, there’s still so much that could go wrong, but like warriors preparing for battle, we need a little fun first. We need to forget and relax, if only for tonight.
Because tomorrow, we fight.