Chapter Twenty-Eight – Jason #3
I’d get there. Fuck, I’d probably get there sooner rather than later. It was the only explanation for how things were, for why I’d agreed to step into this mess to begin with. I wanted a chance with Laina, wanted to see if there was anything there, if we could go the distance.
Love had only hurt me in the past, but each love was different. Maybe this time it wouldn’t hurt so bad. Maybe Laina wouldn’t leave.
Fang had clearly gotten himself worked up while feasting on her, so it didn’t take him too long to find his next release. He rocketed his hips forward as he moaned, and based on the short, jerky movements that followed, I could safely assume he emptied his load inside her, shot after shot.
He leaned down and nibbled her jawline, gazing his sharp teeth over her skin before he glanced at me. “You want her, or should I keep going?” Fang was flexible, apparently, in more ways than one.
I’d waited long enough to have her, so I told him, “Move aside. I want to see how wet our dirty girl is.” I waited for him to withdraw himself and roll to the side, giving me ample room to claim the space between her legs.
Laina watched all the while, her eyes half-lidded, her lips parted ever so slightly. The way she gazed up at me told me enough; she didn’t have to say a single word. She’d been anticipating this moment as much as I had, and now that it was finally happening, all she could do was quiver.
By the time I knelt between her legs, her core oozed an off-white slick; a combination of her arousal and Fang’s cum.
I spotted a scar on her inner thigh—and I didn’t need to ask to know what it was or where it came from: Fang.
The scar was that of a bite mark that had long since healed, as if a vampire had feasted on her blood.
Fang was definitely into some weird shit, huh? Not that I could judge him too harshly. We all had our kinks.
I didn’t let that scar pause me for long. I scooped the leaking stuff up with a finger and coated the tip of my rock-hard cock with it, meeting Laina’s eyes with a knowing smirk. I took my cock and rubbed it along her slick folds twice before I pushed inside of her.
And, fuck, she was just as wet as I imagined she’d be.
Her pussy took me in inch after inch in the most carnal, welcoming embrace.
I filled her up to her core, and then I pushed a little deeper after that, causing her to moan and writhe for me.
Staring down at her, I memorized everything about her, committing every detail to memory, so I’d always have this picture of her, even when we weren’t close to each other.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew we wouldn’t always be around each other. I’d never done a long-distance thing, but for her, I would. Fuck yeah, I would.
Once I got over the feeling of being inside of her and how amazing she felt, I picked up the pace.
I was not as steady and solid as Fang; my movements were harder, fiercer, the kind of thrusts that pushed out the air from her lungs each time.
I was an animal above her, claiming her, taking what I wanted after being bereft for so long.
And it was fucking spectacular. It was everything I thought it would be and more. Heat and pleasure rolled into one, electricity injected directly into my veins. She was a drug, and I was suddenly an addict that could not possibly get enough.
Every thrust, every time I filled her up, I was in heaven. I had no idea how lost I was until this moment. This was more than right. She was home.
I made her mine in all the ways I’d dreamed of.
I pushed her to the brink of another orgasm, needing to feel her unravel while I was balls-deep in her.
When she came, she clung to me, nails digging into my flesh in a way that would leave marks.
Her inner core tensed, as if trying to draw my cock deeper inside.
The orgasm effectively turned her into a puddle of goo, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
I brought a hand to her neck and squeezed just beneath her jaw, not too hard, but hard enough to make her suck in a sharp breath. She grinned up at me and murmured the words, “Just like that… Daddy.”
Oh, she knew my feelings on that word.
I responded by yanking my cock out of her and flipping her over, so she was on her stomach.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her back, putting her on her hands and knees while in the same process plunging my cock into her again.
She gasped in surprise, but she did not complain. All she did after that was moan.
If I was an animal before, I was a demon now.
Rough, maybe even a little violent, but if I had to guess, I’d say Laina was into it.
She’d be into anything. Her spine arched, and she threw her head back as she moaned while I pile-drived her from behind.
Fang laid beside us, watching with a lazy yet hungry expression.
I slammed into her backside, filling her up over and over again as I chased my own release inside her. Caught in such a fury, I could think of nothing else. It was a high unlike anything I’d ever experienced before—and when that orgasm arrived, it nearly knocked me over.
Pleasure exploded inside me, a wave of undeniable bliss and heat that surged out of my soul. I rammed into her and moaned, my lower half spasming as my back shuddered and my eyelids squeezed shut. I filled her with another round of cum, and her body took every drop just like I knew it would.
Fang and I weren’t done with her yet. He joined in. We had her every which way. The bed became a mess of limbs, the sheets below us a catch-all for our sweat and other bodily fluids. Eventually, we ended up with her in between Fang and me, with me buried in her pussy and Fang inside another hole.
Hate to say it, but I think we broke her by doing that. She practically buzzed with the amount of pleasure she got out of being totally full, to the point where her moans became incomprehensible. By doing what we did, we may have just gotten her addicted to being the meat inside the sandwich.
All in all, it was quite the busy and active afternoon, and we were each starved by the time dinner rolled around.
I ordered us some pizzas that would be delivered in thirty minutes, all without getting out of bed.
Laina laid between us, breathing hard, while Fang returned from the bathroom, having cleaned off his cock.
He crawled onto the bed and collapsed on her other side.
“Wow,” she said after a while, completely breathless. “That was… wow. You sure know how to work it—”
“Don’t do it,” I warned her against calling me daddy again. She thought it was the funniest thing. She liked to poke at nerves.
She smiled at me, then rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “How much longer are you going to stay in the city?”
“My lease is month-to-month,” I said. “I can stay as long as you need me to, but I should head back to Montana and check on things there—it’s been a while. I’ve never been away for this long before.”
“I have a lot to do still with my dad’s stuff and the house, but… I was thinking, maybe I could visit Montana? Stay with you a while?” She glanced at Fang and reached for his hand. “Maybe the guys will want to tag along.”
Fang gave her a loving expression. “Anywhere you go, I go.”
I couldn’t blame her for wanting to get out of this city, at least for a while.
With everything that happened here, it might be good for her to move on and have a new beginning somewhere else, even if it meant her guys would have to leave their lives here, too.
If they loved her, which I was reasonably certain they did, they would do anything to make her happy.
And me? I never dreamed of having visitors in Montana, especially not one I wanted to impress.
I said, “Of course you can come. It’ll be smaller than what you’re used to, but—”
“That’s okay. Small might be better. I think I’m…” She paused for a while. “Sick of the city. It’d be nice to get away, see new places. Travel. Do all the things I never did with my dad growing up. I’ve never been to a beach.”
“Me, either,” I said, and Fang chimed in with a negative, too.
“Maybe we could rent a house in the summer on the beach,” Laina whispered, her tone wistful, so wistful I didn’t think she’d change her mind. Nothing anyone said would be able to convince her otherwise. If she wanted to leave the city, permanently or not, no one could stop her.
“That might be fun,” I said, knowing Kieran wouldn’t exactly agree, but from what I’d seen, it wasn’t so much about what he wanted.
It was about what she wanted. Laina had become the most important thing to him, to the others, and somehow even to me.
If she wanted to rent a beach house, we’d do it.
Hell, we’d do it every year if that’s what she wanted to do.
“I’ll talk to the others about it, see what they think.” She was content after that. She even dozed off. When the pizzas arrived, I had to get dressed so I could give the delivery driver the cash and a generous tip.
Kieran would obviously go with her anywhere she went, even if he still wasn’t too thrilled at the prospect Laina was with me.
Mike was the only one that might be up in the air; technically, he still worked for the Luciano family and Lola.
They could always say no and refuse to let him go, and I didn’t know whether or not he’d ever go against a direct order.
My thoughts, of course, were a flurry. If she really wanted to visit Montana, I had to get everything set up there for her.
Clean the house. Make sure the others had kept up on the yard while I was gone.
I wouldn’t say I was nervous to have visitors, visitors who would possibly stay a while, but I couldn’t remember a time when I wanted to impress anyone quite like how I wanted to impress Laina.
One thing was for certain: things were going to change, and for the first time ever, I was actually excited to see what that change would bring.
The future suddenly looked brighter than ever.