Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Elaina
Joey’s eyelids slowly fluttered open, those dark eyes meeting mine. They were still hazy with sleep, but his smile reached the dark irises, brightening them a little. “I can get used to this,” he rasped.
“You probably should if you plan on keeping me around,” I teased. Knowing my father was being held captive and definitely could never hurt me again and knowing I was going to be the one to take his life made me light-hearted for the first time in… well, ever.
He hummed. “Yeah, I should.” Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips that had a shiver dancing down my spine. I loved how gentle he always was with me.
With a groan, he rolled onto his back, grimacing in pain, which made me frown. I hated seeing him so uncomfortable. “Where’s Alejandro?”
“Went to talk to Miguel about something. He said he’d be back in a few, so he should pop in—”
“Any minute now,” Alejandro finished for me as he pushed open the door. I smiled at him.
He quietly shut the door behind him, and my stomach swooped at the sight of him in a pair of black sweats and a plain t-shirt.
It was a stark contrast to his normal slacks and button-down shirts, and he looked fine as fuck in both.
But there was something about seeing him dressed down into normal, everyday wear that had my ovaries damn near ready to explode.
When they said get a man that could do both, this was what they’d meant. Alejandro was the definition of a man that could both dress down and dress up.
“You look like you want to eat me, pequena luchadora,” Alejandro murmured, a smirk tilting his lips.
A blush stained my cheeks, and I quickly ducked my head. A husky chuckle rumbled from his chest, and he turned his attention to Joey. “You ready for a shower?” he asked. “Adelaide is working on lunch.”
Joey grunted. “Not really, no, but I’ll get one.”
I smacked a kiss to his cheek before I slid out of bed. “That’s the spirit,” I joked. He snorted and rolled his eyes, but his lips were tilted up the tiniest bit in amusement. And God, seeing Joey smile did something funny to my insides.
“Need help?” Alejandro asked as Joey eased his way to the edge of the bed. Joey shook his head at him, his teeth gritted too tightly to verbally answer him. I frowned, wanting to help but also wanting to respect his boundaries because I understood what it was like to be injured and feel weak.
With effort, Joey pushed himself to his feet and grunted. Alejandro moved closer, but Joey shook his head at him. “I’m good.”
“Joey…” Alejandro warned, his voice cool. He clearly wasn’t as big a fan of boundaries as I was.
Joey cast him an annoyed glance. “I said I’m good. Trust me. I’ve had worse, alright?” He blew out a harsh breath. “I’ll just need help getting undressed.”
Alejandro nodded once, though he didn’t seem to like giving Joey the space he demanded, then looked at me. “Can you get the shower started?”
“Of course,” I said softly, then quickly made my way to the bathroom.
After turning on the water and making sure it wasn’t too hot, I turned to watch Joey make his way inside.
As soon as he was in the bathroom, Alejandro and I worked together to get his clothes off of him.
I tried not to stare at Joey’s body as more and more skin was revealed, but it was damn hard not to.
The man was a work of art—truly. Flat stomach dusted with hair, broad chest, wide shoulders, thick arms…
My core was clenching, desperate for him to be inside of me.
Which was a shock honestly. I’d have thought my libido would’ve been shit after all the sexual trauma I’d been forced to endure, but maybe I was just wired differently.
Because I really wanted Joey and Alejandro. I desperately wanted to be with them. To be owned by them. They’d given me freedom and saved me, and along the way, I’d fallen in love with them both. It’d been effortless, too. So effortless, in fact, I’d barely even noticed it happening.
Joey pulled open the shower door and stepped inside, leaning a shoulder on the wall afterward so he didn’t have to support himself as much.
Alejandro arched a brow at me as he grabbed the hem of his shirt.
“You going to get undressed anytime soon, pequena luchadora?” he asked.
“We did promise him both of us in the shower, remember?”
“Yeah, don’t go back on your word to me,” Joey teased.
I shot him a glare. “I would never,” I snapped, not liking what he was implying.
His expression softened. “I know, sweet girl. I’m sorry.”
I sighed. “I shouldn’t have snapped. I apologize as well.” It’d clearly been an overreaction on my part, but it warmed me to know that they’d always take my concerns and feelings seriously.
I began peeling my shirt over my head. Alejandro groaned.
When my head was free and I was dropping my shirt to the floor, a shiver ran down my spine.
Both men were looking at me like I was the most beautiful woman on Earth.
Sure, I was covered in scars, and some of my bruises were still visible, but that didn’t seem to matter to them.
They saw me. And it felt so fucking good to be seen for who I truly was and not what covered my skin.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” Joey growled.
My cheeks stained red, and I ducked my gaze, quickly working on removing the rest of my clothes.
Once I was undressed, Alejandro suddenly yanked me against him, and I squeaked, my hands landing on his hard pecs.
Leaning down, he took my lips in a slow kiss that drugged my senses and intoxicated me.
Moaning, I leaned into him, loving how my body felt against his harder one.
I wasn’t aware of the shower door opening, but suddenly, I was being walked backward, and water was hitting me on my right side, and Joey’s front was plastered to my back.
His lips worked across my shoulders and along my neck.
Both men worshiped me like I was their personal goddess, and I couldn’t get enough of it.
I sucked in a sharp breath when Alejandro’s finger circled my clit, and then, I was moaning, my head falling back on Joey’s shoulder as I clung to Alejandro’s biceps for dear life, my knees trembling.
“That’s it, sweet girl,” Joey rumbled, nuzzling my neck. “You going to come for him? He’s touching you so fucking good, isn’t he?”
“Yes,” I mewled. I shuddered when Alejandro slipped a finger inside me, his thumb working my clit. I whimpered, my eyelids fluttering. I was already so close. My nails dug into Alejandro’s arms, and I choked on my next breath. “Alejandro…” I whined.
“Come for me, pequena luchadora,” he rasped. “Give it to me.”
I shattered, experiencing my first ever willing orgasm, and it goddamn brought me to tears. They streamed down my cheeks, and I sobbed as wave after wave crashed over me. Both men caressed me, whispered sweet nothings, and peppered kisses along my body until I wasn’t crying so hard anymore.
Neither of them asked if I was okay. It was like they knew I was fine. Like they just knew why I’d been crying.
Turning in their arms, I dropped to my knees and looked up at Joey beneath my wet lashes. He narrowed his eyes at me, his jaw clenching, but not with anger. More like concern and trying to hold himself back.
“What are you doing, sweet girl?”
“Can I?” I asked, glancing at his cock bobbing between us. It was thick and long, curving to the right just a bit near the end.
A slow smirk tilted his lips. “Can you what?” he teased. I rolled my eyes, and he chuckled. “Yeah, sweet girl. You can do whatever you want to me. You know that.”
I gripped the base of his cock, stuck out my tongue, and then laved it along the underside of his shaft. He groaned, his head falling back, and he jerked in surprise when he found Alejandro behind him. The man moved like a true predator—silently and dangerously.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Alejandro murmured.
“Stunning,” Joey agreed, and I fucking preened. After swirling my tongue around Joey’s tip, I swallowed him to the back of my throat. The moan that ripped from him was music to my ears, and I doubled down, wanting to please him. To give him the best head of his life.
“What are you—oh, fuck,” Joey groaned, his head falling forward so his chin rested on his chest. Alejandro banned his arm across Joey’s chest, and Joey moaned again, his eyelids fluttering. When he widened his stance, I realized why.
Alejandro was fingering him open, and Joey was loving it.
“You’re such a slut for it,” Alejandro growled, his chin hooked over Joey’s shoulder. “Fucking knew you’d be desperate to be filled up like this. Can’t wait to get my dick inside of you.”
“Fuck you,” Joey breathed, but there was no heat behind his words. One of his hands slid into my hair, and he trembled. “Oh, God, what the fuck are you doing back there?” His cock swelled in my mouth, and his knees shook.
“This,” Alejandro said, a teasing note to his voice, “is your prostate. Give our good girl what she wants.”
Joey’s stomach muscles tightened, and then, he was coming down my throat, groaning long and low as he stared at me through slitted, hazy eyes.
I kept my gaze locked on his as I swallowed every drop he gave me, and only when he shuddered and pulled out of me did I sit back on my heels, feeling goddamn proud of myself for not only remaining in this beautiful moment with them but also making Joey feel somewhat better after the rough days he’d been having.
Licking my lips, I smiled. “How do you feel?”
“Cum drunk,” he rasped. “Get up, sweet girl. You don’t deserve to be on your knees longer than needed.”
Fuck, my heart.
I slowly stood, and he tugged me to him, leaning down to slant his lips across mine.
Alejandro wrapped his arms around both of us, and I sighed, sinking into Joey.
We were Alejandro’s. There was no doubt about it.
And I knew with every fiber of my being that Joey and I didn’t want to be anywhere else.