Chapter 16
Wash Sale
Sara
When I wake to a light touch trailing over my stomach, I realize sleeping in a pile with naked men on either side of me is actually physically hot.
I open my eyes and watch the backs of Dante’s fingers brush over my stomach.
My head is on his chest. I’m curled over him with Finn pressed against my back.
Before I can lift my head, Dante’s alarm goes off. Finn snuggles me closer to him as Dante shifts to grab his phone. Fuck, it’s nice to have them both here in the morning. I’m super jealous of Madison’s humongous bed and her ability to sleep with all her guys any night she wants to.
“The big guy likes to get up early,” Finn whispers in my ear, his voice rough from sleep.
“It’s good to have a routine.” Dante climbs out of bed and turns to look back at us. “Are you sore, Sara?”
“That’s a very serious voice for morning.” I stretch and feel every hard inch of Finn behind me. I wish Dante would come back to bed.
Dante gives me a stony look when I don’t answer his question. Though it’s hard to feel chastised with him standing there gloriously naked. His cock hard and curving up against his abs. I squirm my ass back against Finn as need roars through me.
“No, I’m not sore, boss.” I raise my gaze to Dante’s eyes.
“Good girl, flower.” Finn lifts my leg and his erection pushes between my thighs, sliding between my pussy lips. I gasp at the electric buzz humming through me as I grow even wetter.
“I’d say to not fuck on my bed, but…” Dante gestures to his bed. The sheets are tangled beneath me and there are definitely some dried spots and not-so-dried spots. He blows out a breath. “I’ll change the bed after you two are through.”
Arching my eyebrow, I give him a smile. “I’ll strip the bed for you.”
Finn pulls back and thrusts his cock along my pussy. My mouth opens at the fire his touch feeds inside. Dante’s icy eyes take in every inch of me as Finn caresses my stomach before cupping my breast. His hips find a rhythm as he slides against me, holding my leg up.
“You going to shower, Dante?” Finn’s deep voice is right in my ear. I shiver and press back into him. “Or are you going to play?”
Dante’s eyes heat and he holds his hand out to me. “Both.”
I take his hand and he draws me away from Finn. My pussy aches with need. I capture Finn’s hand, tugging on him. I glance back at him over my shoulder. “You’re already awake, Finn. It’s a big enough shower for three.”
He rubs his face against the pillow before stalking after me. Dante has me in the bathroom when Finn lifts me off my feet. I give a little shriek of surprise. Dante chuckles as he turns on the water.
“I wasn’t done with you, flower.” Finn sets me down in front of the sink and spins me to face it. The mirror hasn’t fogged over yet. My hair is a mess. My nipples are hard peaks and a flush of pink crawls down my chest from my neck.
Finn closes in on my back. His chin rests on my head as he looks at me in the mirror. “I’m thinking about calling in sick.”
He smirks and rubs his hands over my hips.
“I’m definitely coming down with something. Probably something awfully contagious.” His green eyes twinkle in the mirror as his hard cock presses against my low back. His hands trail up my sides and pause beneath my breasts. My breath quickens at the lust in his eyes.
The thought of taking a sick day with Finn to fuck sounds thrilling, but it would be difficult to get away with since both of the other bosses are here.
“You’ll live.” Dante shakes his head and claims me from Finn, backing me up into the shower. His mouth falls on mine as water pours over us both. I could spend days kissing each of them. I press up on my toes to get closer.
When he lifts me into his arms so our mouths are on the same level, I automatically wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his cock pressed between us. My blood heats, knowing they’ll both fuck me.
I don’t know how I’ll get through today. With them just a few feet away. Sitting and working isn’t nearly as appealing as being fucked by these men.
Hands stroke down my ass as Finn closes in on my back. He kisses my shoulder and slips one hand between my legs, stroking my pussy.
I gasp into Dante’s mouth as the fire blazes even hotter inside of me. I could get used to waking up like this. Two sets of hands on me. Two mouths. Two cocks.
When Finn’s hand moves away from my pussy, Dante lifts my hips. His cock slides back and catches at my entrance. I wrap my arms tighter around him as he thrusts in deep. I cry out at the thick, solid stretch of his cock inside me.
He lifts my hips up and lowers my pussy over his cock. The water rains down over us, clinging to our eyelashes. His eyes meet mine. It’s effortless for him to bounce me up and down on his cock, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I love how pink your skin flushes when you’re aroused, flower.” Finn kisses my shoulders and the nape of my neck, sending sparks cascading through me. “I love how your breath gets tight and you whimper when you get close to losing it.”
His words and Dante’s cock thrust me over the edge. Crying out my release, I shatter in their arms, but Dante doesn’t stop and neither does Finn.
He slides his hand between me and Dante and teases my clit.
“How easy it is to make you come once you’ve climaxed.” Finn sucks on my shoulder as he pushes me right into another release.
Dante groans and thrusts in deep, filling me with his warm cum as my pussy convulses around his cock for a second time. He leans in and kisses me as Finn strokes my clit, forcing little aftershocks through me.
“Morning, pip.” He rests his forehead against mine and his cock twitches inside me.
I grin. “Morning, boss.”
“Time to play with Finn.” Dante lowers me to my feet.
Finn draws me back against him as Dante grabs the soap to wash himself while his eyes stay on me.
“All mine now,” Finn whispers in my ear as one hand goes up to my breast and the other delves between my legs. He plucks my nipple while he works my clit hard and fast, bringing me to the edge and shoving me over it.
I gasp as the wave of pleasure crashes over me. He presses my shoulder down.
“Hands on the wall, flower.” He grabs my hips and kicks my feet apart as I follow his orders.
His cock presses against my entrance and then he thrusts inside, deep.
“Fuck,” I whisper, already so sensitive it won’t take much to make me come again.
“Did you like it, flower?” His hips press against mine. His hands keep me from moving my hips at all.
I whimper at the urgent, aching need to move, to come. And he wants me to think?
“Like what?” So many things to like about this weekend. I shift, trying to get the friction I need, but he holds me steady.
Dante chuckles. “Her brain is a little occupied. You’ll need to be more specific.”
“Me sneaking into your bed and defiling you with Dante.” He eases out slowly with each word and then punches back in.
“Yes. Now please fuck me.” I squirm against him, needing more. My body is inflamed and restless. This isn’t a time to talk.
“You’ve already come this morning. Three times.” Finn squeezes my ass cheeks. “Have some patience. Enjoy the ride.”
I blow out my breath and hang my head. My pussy pulses with need around his cock. If this is all I’m getting until my lunch date with Drew, I want to be well fucked.
Dante’s chuckle fills the shower as he turns my face his way. “Finn will take care of you, pip.”
“This century?” I complain. He’s not moving and it feels too good not to move.
Dante glances at Finn’s face before returning to mine. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
He reaches down and tweaks my nipple, causing a burst of pleasure to spiral down. I moan. Dante’s laughter fades as he closes the shower door and dries off.
“We’re up early, flower. We could spend the next hour just like this.” Finn parts my ass cheeks and rocks his hips, pulling out and pushing in a little. Teasing me, tormenting me. This is worse than when we were younger and he’d hold something just out of reach.
Actually, this is just like that. I close my eyes.
I drop one arm from the wall and slide it between my legs, rubbing my clit. Fuck, that feels good with his cock inside me.
“What are you doing, flower?” Finn sounds amused.
I slide my fingers back and feel his cock rocking in and out of my pussy. “Some of us have to get clean and do our hair. We don’t all wake up looking amazing.”
He sucks in a breath as my fingers reach his balls. Gently, I cup his balls and massage them.
“Fuck, flower,” Finn groans. “You don’t play fair.”
“Neither do you.” I push back against him, taking him deep before rocking forward. “We could both come if you’d just fuck me.”
He chuckles. “Fine, but you’ll need both hands so I don’t hurt you.”
My hand returns to the wall and finally he pulls almost all the way out before sinking in again. Over and over until I fall into rhythm with him. Both of us mindlessly fucking.
I turn my head and see Dante in gym shorts and a sleeveless shirt. He leans against the wall, watching us. His hand adjusts his cock.
Damn, his cock is a lot. The feel of his cock in my mouth while Finn fucks my pussy is something I want to experience again and again. Thinking about it is enough to spin me off into my release, crying out as Finn fucks me harder, chasing after his own.
Groaning, he buries his cock deep as he fills me with his cum. I rest my head against the tile and try to catch my breath. When I turn to look at Dante, he’s already gone. Finn pulls out.
I’m tired now but Finn helps me stand. The shower probably takes twice as long since Finn insists on helping me with my shampoo and conditioner. When he lathers on the body wash, I’m almost tempted to drag him back to the bed. But then we’d both be late for work.
Wrapped in towels, we leave Dante’s room. Finn catches the back of my neck and draws me in for a lingering kiss. My insides explode with renewed heat, but there isn’t enough time for more.
“I can’t wait for our coffee breaks.”
I smile against his lips. “Me neither.”
My breath fills my chest as I go into my room. I head to the closet and pull out a pencil skirt and blouse for work, along with some panties and a bra. I decide to forgo the stockings.
After I get dressed, I go into the bathroom and work on my hair. It’s hard not to think about Tom while I’m in his room. All of his every day stuff is basically gone, but the furniture is the furniture he made me go with him to pick out so he wouldn’t have to take Mom.
We argued about a lot of things that day, but we both agreed on this set. The tall chest of drawers, simple headboard and footboard, nice nightstands. All in a dark wood finish.
I glance at my phone. My heart aches. I should call my mother. She should know that Tom is gone and that I’m safe, but not at the townhouse. I should talk to Caitlyn about what new experiences she’s having. But I can’t share mine, not with my sister and definitely not with my brother.
Part of me wants to track down Cormac and X and force them to tell me what they know about who Tom was working for. Another part doesn’t want to. It’s selfish, but I know when Tom comes back, there’s no way this new thing with the guys can continue.
It’s not just that these are Tom’s best friends that he’s had since he was little, but this is his apartment. What older brother would want to see his sister coming out of his roommates’ rooms?
Not just one of them, but potentially a different one every night. I don’t even know if the walls are all that soundproof.
I lean against the sink and look into my eyes in the mirror.
It was easy to go along with everything. To instigate a lot of it. But reality has to crash in at some point and it’s sending me spiraling right now.
My brother is running from potentially dangerous people. Those people trashed our rooms looking for who knows what. And here I am fucking his best friends like everything is fine. I’m just living my life while he’s off somewhere hiding from whatever new shit he’s landed himself in.
“You okay, trouble?”
I lift my head at Wyatt’s voice. He stands in the doorway to the bedroom. Something lodges in my throat.
His dark eyes soften and he crosses the room. He takes hold of my shoulders and leads me to the bed. My knees give out as I sink down onto the mattress. He lowers to his knee before me and tips up my chin.
“What’s wrong?” His thumb swipes at a tear.
Fuck, maybe I’ll be the one to ruin this before Tom even comes back.
I draw in a ragged breath and meet Wyatt’s eyes. “I’m just confused.”
“What are you confused about, trouble?” This is the Wyatt who caught me when I fell. The Wyatt I so desperately wanted back. The Wyatt I fell in love with. But he’s also the Wyatt who abandoned me. Pushed me away. Ignored me. Made me someone else’s problem.
Can I trust that he’s really here to stay this time? Not forever, but at least as long as this lasts? How much do I let him in when I tried to close the door completely already?