Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Elaina
Alejandro glanced up from his laptop when someone knocked on the door to Joey’s room.
Joey lifted his head from my chest, glaring at the door as if whoever was on the other side had personally offended him.
Hell, maybe they had. He’d been sleeping peacefully before the knock came, and fuck knew he needed proper rest to heal.
“What?” Joey griped.
The door opened, and Miguel looked at Alejandro, ignoring Joey completely. Joey grunted in annoyance and closed his eyes once more. I raked my fingers through his hair, hoping to soothe him back to sleep.
“You’re needed in Mexico,” Miguel announced.
My heart stopped. Alejandro had to leave us? Now? Joey needed him here. Alejandro was the only person capable of keeping Joey in line and making sure he rested properly so he could continue healing.
Alejandro sighed and closed his laptop. “Why? It’s not something you can handle?”
Miguel shook his head. “Unfortunately not, hermano. There’s a lot of women and children that are displaced, and we cannot find where they’re from. It’s currently all hands on deck. Some may never find where they belong, and that is where you will come in.”
I frowned, looking at Alejandro. “Why?” I demanded.
I didn’t want him to leave me. I wanted him here.
Things were finally calming down, and I wanted to spend more time with him and Joey.
Wanted more time to reinforce our bond with each other, too.
Maybe that made me selfish, but I deserved to be a little selfish after all the hell I’d gone through.
“Because I will be able to find them places to belong around the world, where they’ll have a chance outside of the United States to achieve the dreams they’d come here for.
As for the children, they’ll be placed in good homes with loving families,” Alejandro explained.
“Some of the people I work with will only speak with me.”
My frown deepened, and to soothe myself, I sifted my fingers through Joey’s hair again, petting him absentmindedly. He pushed his head further into my hand and tightened his arm around my waist.
“How do you know they won’t end up in the same predicament?” I asked. That didn’t feel very safe to me. Just ship them off somewhere else? Somewhere they were unfamiliar with?
“We keep tabs,” Miguel spoke up, answering for Alejandro. “We always keep tabs, Elaina, to ensure their safety from here on out.”
My heart clenched in my chest as I looked back at Alejandro. I didn’t want to ask him to stay while knowing he was vital to helping everyone who’d been trafficked. I couldn’t be that selfish. I could never be that selfish, no matter how much I wanted to be.
“Give me an hour, and we’ll head out,” Alejandro told Miguel.
Miguel nodded and left the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Alejandro turned to me at the same time Joey pushed himself to a sitting position.
I reached out to help him, but he shook his head, scooting backward until his back was resting against the headboard. I scowled at him. “You’re so stubborn.”
He flashed me an adorable smile that made my heart melt and my irritation with him bleed away. How had I ever thought Joey was a monster? At his core, Joey was a softie.
“I get told that quite a bit,” Joey retorted.
Alejandro snorted a laugh, then grabbed my chin and turned my head to face him.
I squeaked in surprise when his lips met mine, but just as quickly as he surprised me, I moaned, moving a little closer to him.
He growled into the kiss and deepened it, his tongue gliding against mine so erotically, my core clenched with need for him.
What else was that magical tongue of his capable of doing?
“I don’t have much time,” he rasped.
“For? Oh,” I squeaked when he suddenly pushed me to lay back between Joey’s splayed thighs.
Leaning his head down, Joey pressed a kiss to my neck, making me shiver. “Care if we get you naked, sweet girl?”
Fuck.
“We’re doing this now?” I croaked, my heart racing.
But I wasn’t afraid. Instead, I was so turned on, I was dizzy.
I wanted them both so badly. And while I hated that Alejandro would have to rush this due to him having to leave, I wouldn’t tell him no.
I wouldn’t tell either of them no. Not when I’d waited so long to have this moment together.
“Do whatever,” I breathed.
Alejandro chuckled and leaned over both me and Joey, slanting his lips across mine. “Dangerous words, pequena luchadora,” Alejandro murmured against my lips.
Dangerous words, sure, but I trusted him. I trusted both of them. Giving them that power over me was actually one of the easiest decisions I’d made about my body yet because I knew they’d never take advantage of it.
Leaning back on his knees, Alejandro gripped the hem of my leggings and began tugging them down. His eyes met mine when he paused. “Still good?”
I nodded quickly. “So good,” I promised.
Joey hummed and began tugging my shirt over my head. “Eager girl.”
I nodded again. There was no point in lying.
I was desperate for them both. I had no idea how they planned to do this.
I didn’t even know if Joey planned to really get involved since he was still healing.
But at least he was here and lucid to still experience it with me.
We were still all together, just as I’d wanted.
“You comfortable?” Alejandro asked Joey.
“I’m good,” Joey assured him. “She wants us together, and while it won’t be like she wants…” He smoothed his hands over my belly, and I trembled, my breath hitching in my throat. His palms were calloused and rough and felt so good on my soft skin. “She still gets what she wants.”
Alejandro nodded, then tugged my leggings down the rest of the way. I sucked in a sharp breath when he cupped my core and stroked his thumb over my clit through my thong. “So wet, pequena luchadora.”
I whimpered.
My thong went next, and Joey made quick work of my bra.
Once I was completely naked, Alejandro began unfastening his shirt, releasing it one button at a time.
I stared unashamedly as inch by tortuous inch, he revealed more and more of his olive-toned skin.
His body was honed to perfection, every plane hard and cut.
Clearly, he took damn good care of his body.
Even Joey groaned from behind me, eating Alejandro up like he was nothing more than a slab of meat.
“Fuck me,” Joey rasped.
Alejandro smirked at him, and I clenched my thighs together. Both of these men were hot as fuck, but together? They were goddamn dynamite.
“In due time,” Alejandro promised him. Then, the man was looming over me, the hand he wasn’t using to brace himself above us unfastening his belt and slacks.
I moaned when he finally freed his cock.
It was hard and long, every vein prominent.
A bead of precum leaked from the tip, and he swiped his thumb over it before smearing it down his shaft, leaving a glistening line in its wake.
“Here,” Joey said, handing Alejandro a gold foil packet. “Condom.”
Alejandro tore it open, then rolled it over himself. His eyes met mine, dark and stormy with need. Need for me. It was a heady fucking feeling to know he wanted me this much, especially when he was always so calm, collected, and put-together.
“You ready, pequena luchadora?”
I nodded. “Please, Alejandro.”
He leaned in and kissed me before nudging my thighs apart. Joey wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin on my head. Then, Alejandro was sliding inside of my wet heat. I gasped, then moaned, my legs immediately wrapping around his hips. He groaned, burying his face in my neck.
“You feel exquisite,” he rasped.
I was pretty sure I was going to cry. For the first time ever, I was having sex because I wanted it. No one was forcing me. No one was holding me down and making me take it. I was with two men who loved me and worshiped me and wanted to give me the entire fucking world.
“You do, too,” I croaked, my voice thick.
Joey tipped my chin up so he could kiss me. “We love you,” Joey rasped as Alejandro began to move, making us one. “You’re our entire world, sweet girl, and we’ll always treat you like the precious treasure you are.”
I burst into tears. Joey held me tighter, kissing me soft and slow. Alejandro peppered kisses along every part of my body he could reach, all while he took care of me and loved me. When I fell apart, I clung to him, my body trembling from the force of my climax.
And all through my tears and the absolute mess I’d become, my two men still loved me wholly.