Chapter Thirty #3
If he’s annoyed he makes no sign, just another nod. He turns away and strides to the front door of the second mansion down from the one we were shown.
Raven gasps excitedly and points, practically vibrating where she’s standing when she sees her friend only lives two doors down. Raven runs behind her and I go to grab our bags from the back of Maxine’s SUV, thank her for her time today, and say goodbye .
Just as she said, it takes us thirty minutes to get back to the city, the air now that it’s darker and crisp and even colder than before. We walk into Maddox, a lavish, upscale restaurant, and are seated immediately by the hostess.
Sabrina asks questions and I answer, her bodyguard, Parker, stands to the right with his back against the wall.
He isn’t the only one. Seems a lot of people here need bodyguards, but they’re treated as furniture, almost camouflaged with the wall of the place.
He only nods or shakes his head when Sabrina asks him something.
“Were you going to stay in the city? I saw you had luggage.”
“No,” I reply. “We were going to go to Eden afterward.”
She pales, her fork stopping midway to her mouth before making its journey again.
“That’s your fiancé’s club isn’t it?”
She swallows whatever she’s chewing, and she nods, placing a practiced smile on her face. “Yes, it is.”
“Could you take us? Seeing as you probably know the place and marrying the owner.”
“I don’t have access.” She laughs nervously, “Maksim doesn’t want me going there,” taking a sip of her water from the crystal glass. Then changes the subject to what I teach, and when I begin at Columbia, still that smile on her face.
Huh.
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We don’t have time to stop at Eden that evening, Sabrina having kept us entertained with a small tour in Brooklyn Heights when we get back to her mansion.
We board our flight, touching down in Boston just after one in the morning.
By the time we get home, it’s just after two.
Tired, we open the door to find Damon and Jonas watching a movie in the living area, waiting for us with Kronos at their feet, Lucifer either asleep elsewhere or finding something else to destroy .
We take off our coats and hang them before joining them.
“Hey baby,” Jonas grins, our girl going to him for kisses, then up to Damon to do the same, sitting in his lap, throwing her arms around him.
“Hello, Little Bird. You’ve been unbearably missed today.” He replies, kissing her cheeks and then her lips.
“Missed you.”
Jonas gets from where he’s sitting and sits between Damon’s thighs, pulling off her boots and then pushing the hem of her skirt up, groaning when he sees she’s bare under the skirt. “You’ve been like this all day, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans, Damon grabbing her thighs and spreading them wide, the skirt bunching around her middle. God, what a pretty little fat pussy.
Jonas wastes no time kissing her swelling clit, praising her for being our dirty girl. It’s when his fingers plunge into her that he turns to look at me. “What the fuck is that?”
I grin. “A menstrual cup.”
He looks at Raven. “Did you start your period baby? Need me to make it feel better?”
She giggles, shaking her head no.
“Then why is this in her?” I watch as his fingers thrust deeper into her dark pink cunt.
Raven gasps, the cup plopping out of her, landing on the ground, and the view of my cum on the ground, dribbling from the cup and flowing from her cunt makes me deliriously satisfied. I make eye contact with Damon. Silver flames dance in his eyes and he smirks.
“You’re getting her used to it?”
I nod.
“Deranged beast.” Damon groans.
He’s one to talk. I tip my fingers to my lips. “ Proactive.” I defend, using Jonas’ favorite word to describe the demented mastermind.
“Are you sore, baby? Did your professor fuck you all over Manhattan?” Jonas asks, pushing his fingers palm up back in her what I already know is her tight channel .
“Yeah,” she pouts, making big doe eyes at him then looks at me. “Kiss it better?”
I stand from where I am, removing my suit jacket, carefully placing it on the arm of the oversized microfiber sofa, removing my tie, unbutton my shirt, and then my trousers, standing in nothing but my socks and boxer briefs.
“I’ll do more than that, sweet girl. I have to fill you back up again.
” I kneel beside Jonas, who’s still finger fucking her dark pink cunt.
“You have your meeting tomorrow in Maryland. Shouldn’t you be asleep? ”
“Hmmm? Oh, yeah. But this is more important than sleep.”
That it is. I grunt at him, shove my finger along with his into her slick entrance, and dive into my midnight snack, remember how beautiful she looked this morning coming all over my tongue in that house Maxine showed us, biting her hand to keep from screaming. I’ll never tire of making her come.
Jonas spreads his fingers wide but I slip mine out to play with her asshole and Damon does me the favor of spreading her thighs more so we can get better access.
“Might be an all-nighter,” I say between licks, jackhammering my tongue against that suede-like bud, sucking her into my mouth, spanking her inner thighs when she bucks, accepting my finger into her pink asshole.
Her hands go to my hair, and she pulls, her little moans turning into breathy gasps that get me ready to come for her again.
“Fuck,” he whimpers, “I’m okay with that. Let me taste her. I’ve missed her all day. You aren’t allowed to do that again, by the way. It was supposed to be a surprise. But just don’t take her from me. I don’t like not having her home.”
I switch with him, my fingers working in tandem with his to stretch her. I stare at the way his tongue licks from her entrance to her clit, over and over, trying to work his tongue into her pussy while his nose strums her clit. “So fucking good.”
“Pup,” Damon says, “you were fine. She was fine.”
“Safe.” Raven breathes and pride races through me .
“That’s right, Little Bird, you were safe with the grumpy professor.” He reassures, licking her neck, murmuring more words as she clenches around us.
Embarrassingly, it doesn’t take us more than thirty minutes to have us all coming and filling her up. Seems they missed her a little too much.
We fall asleep in the downstairs bedroom, too exhausted to make it upstairs.
She sleeps between me and Jonas, Damon cuddled up behind him, his hand on her hip.
After she falls asleep, I take just a few more moments of reminiscing the day, clutching her to me, listening to the wind begin to howl and watching the snow accumulate once more in the late January night.
Safe.
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But it takes less than twenty hours before it’s made known to us… that she was right. Simon Hoover wasn’t the last. Because we all get home not even twenty minutes late… and she’s gone.
And we all lose our fucking minds.