Chapter 12
Troy
“Little brat.” Edmund tugs on her ponytail.
She keeps hold of his hand, kissing the spot she bit. “Sorry.”
“You don’t sound sorry.” I toy with the edge of her shirt. It would be so easy to reach up and grab a handful of her tits. But I brought her here for the fireworks. I’ll restrain myself.
As another explosion of color brightens the sky, Dani sighs and snuggles into me, shifting to get comfortable. The movement wakes up my dick. I don’t think she realizes what she’s doing.
Until she does it again.
I put my mouth close to her ear. “Are you messing with me?”
“Me? Never.”
The fireworks over Fair Heights continue bursting in bright flowers of color, one after another. I slide a hand beneath Dani’s shirt and lay it over her stomach. It’s not an obvious tease, but from the way her breath hitches and she squirms, it’s working.
She brings Edmund’s hand to her lips. Her tongue darts out as she tastes one of his fingertips.
Edmund gives her a fond look. “Are you trying to tell us something, princess?”
Instead of answering, she sucks on the tip of his finger.
Fuck the fireworks—I can’t focus on anything except our girl.
I move up my hand on her stomach, tracing the lower edge of her bra. In response, she shifts back and forth with her hips. The friction makes me hard.
“Maybe we should fuck?” she suggests.
“No.” Edmund pushes his finger into her mouth. “We’re here to watch the fireworks and have a wholesome evening.”
“But—” she tries to say around his finger.
Edmund and I exchange a look. I love how we don’t have to say it out loud. Time to dominate this girl.
I cup one of her tits fully, then bring up my other hand to play with her other nipple.
“Mmmnnn,” Dani moans in tortured approval.
“Suck on my finger while you watch the fireworks, princess.” Edmund’s voice is low. “It’ll give you something to focus on if the show is too scary for you.”
She moans again.
“Needy little girl.” I slip a hand down to her jean shorts and unfasten the buttons. “I bet you’re nice and wet, aren’t you?”
I push my hand down, into her flimsy panties. I have to shove her shorts down a little to make room for my hand, but then my fingertips are delving into her wetness.
She lifts up her hips, but Edmund brings a hand down, holding her in place.
“Be still, princess. Look at the pretty fireworks.”
Dani’s clit is slippery against my fingertips. I smile to myself as I softly rub it. Not enough to get her off, but enough to drive her wild. Especially when I’m pinching her hard nipple, tugging as I do it.
Her moans are soft in the dark night, punctuated by the dull bangs of far-off fireworks.
Edmund says, “Oh, that was a nice one, Danica. Did you see it?”
She makes an annoyed sound and writhes between my legs. I hook one of mine over her leg, holding her down. She whimpers.
“We’re here to watch the fireworks, baby.” I kiss the top of her head while my fingers swirl over her clit. “Make sure you don’t miss anything, okay?”
She huffs out an aggrieved sigh and rolls her eyes.
In retaliation, I thrust a finger up into her cunt and pinch her nipple hard.
She cries out around Edmund’s fingers.
“I think there’s nothing else for it,” Edmund says, sounding disappointed. “We’ll have to make her come if we’re to have any hope of watching these fireworks distraction-free.”
“I guess you’re right.” I sigh, like this is a hardship. “She’s making quite the slippery mess in her panties.”
“Horny little thing, isn’t she?” Edmund chuckles.
Dani whines.
“All right, little girl.” I thrust my fingers into her and let the heel of my hand brush over her clit. “Let’s get you off.”
She makes a needy noise that sounds like, “Yes, please,” and I grin to myself.
I concentrate on rubbing her clit. Edmund leans over, takes his hand from her mouth, and kisses her instead. Dani ripples and shakes as her pussy clamps down on my fingers. She moans into Edmund’s kiss while she comes. Sexiest sound in the world.
* * *
Danica
Troy rolls me out of his lap. I yelp, startled, as he and Edmund arrange me so I’m on my hands and knees. Troy yanks down my shorts and panties, and suddenly his cock is there, pressing against my orgasm-swollen pussy.
“Need—to breed you—” he grunts.
“Yes—Daddy!” My toes curl as he slams into me.
His strokes are furious and deep—absolute perfection. I move my hips back to meet his thrusts. Edmund lifts me up so I’m kneeling, facing him. In this new position, Troy feels even bigger. I can barely stand it, and yet I want more.
Edmund kisses me and rubs my clit. I cling to him as another orgasm builds within me. He uses his free hand to unfasten his jeans and take out his cock. I take his length in my hand, sliding my palm over him and drawing a curse from his lips.
Behind me, Troy’s thrusts get even rougher and more uneven. “Gonna fill you up, make your belly swell—”
So dirty, so perfect. I reach back with one hand and grasp his thigh, digging my nails in. “Yes, fill up your little girl. Give me all your come, Daddy.”
“Fuuuuck.” He draws out the word and slams in a final time. I can feel him pulsing, his come shooting into me. That idea, combined with Edmund’s pinch at my clit, throws me into a second orgasm.
While I shiver and shake in their arms, Edmund smiles down at me. “One more, angel?”
“I don’t know if I have it in me.” I kiss him. “But you’re welcome to try.”
“Insatiable, filthy little angel.” He lies back on the truck bed. “Get up here. I want to feel Troy’s come dripping down my dick and over my balls.”
“And you call me filthy?” I laugh as I climb over his lap.
He gives me a quick, stinging slap on the ass. “Put me inside you, angel.”
I grip his base and slowly sink down. Next to us, Troy reaches over and fondles my breasts.
“You’re so fucking wet.” Edmund grabs my hips, rocks me on top of him. “Overflowing. And there’ll be even more of it when my come joins his.”
I can only gasp and try to keep myself upright.
“Here, baby.” Troy moves so he can brace my back. He tweaks my nipples as I move over Edmund’s cock.
My leg muscles are ready to give out, too.
“Hold still, I’ll do the work.” Edmund pumps his hips from beneath me, and his cock pistons in and out of my pussy. He grins up at me. “Sloppy and wet—so fucking hot, princess. Fucking hell, I’m going to come so fucking fast. Let’s get you there with me.”
He rubs my clit in time with his strokes, his hand and hips moving rapidly. A third orgasm is just within reach—everything in me tenses in preparation for it.
“I think I’m gonna come,” I gasp.
“Do it, little girl.” Troy nuzzles my neck. “Wanna watch you come on Edmund’s cock while he breeds you, too.”
It’s too much. “I—I can’t—”
“You can.” Edmund’s voice is dark and commanding. “I won’t come until you do. Give me this little clit. Give me your orgasm, angel. Give it to your daddies.”
Pleasure explodes—blinding, all-consuming. Edmund’s hard cock thrusts throughout, while I ripple around him. I cry out and turn my head to Troy, whose mouth covers mine in a scorching kiss.
“Fuck—yes,” Edmund groans, grabbing my hips and slamming me down on his cock. “Right fucking there, so perfect.”
He pulses inside me, his hot come joining Troy’s. If Troy weren’t holding me up, I’d collapse forward onto Edmund’s chest.
“Come on, little girl, I got you.” Troy helps me off of Edmund, then tugs me into his lap. He arranges me so I can hold Edmund’s leg while I catch my breath.
A series of bright lights and loud booms fills the night—a celebration of what we’ve just done.
* * *
Edmund
I’m actually somewhat nervous when I drive Troy’s truck up to Rendsell. He stayed behind at the apartment with Danica, lucky bastard, while I get to negotiate our freedom from my family.
Arky comes bolting down to the kitchen as soon as I step inside. He slobbers all over my hands as I try to pet him.
“I’ve missed you, buddy.” I kneel down to look him in the eye. “You’re the best person in this place, aren’t you?”
His tongue lolls to the side and he gives me a goofy look of adoration. I fucking love this dog.
“Edmund.” My grandfather steps into the kitchen. “This is a surprise.”
“Sorry for not giving you notice, but I came to talk to you and my father, if you’re free.”
“Of course.” He gives me a sidelong glance. “Is everything well with your Danica?”
“She’s recovering from the ordeal.”
“Glad to hear it. Let’s go to your father’s office. He’s already working, of course.” He leans toward me and lowers his voice. “He’s angry with me, in a right strop. After hearing what Caleb did, I offered Cece five hundred K to disappear.”
“And?”
His blue eyes twinkle. “And she took it. Best not to bring up her or Caleb this morning.”
“Understood.” Damn. My father’s only feelings seem reserved for the occasional mistress, and he’s kept Cece around longer than most. No wonder he’s angry with my grandfather.
We go upstairs to my father’s office. The door is open, so I knock on the frame. Grandfather, of course, steps right in without knocking.
“Edmund. Father.” My father looks up from his computer. “To what do I owe the pleasure? Do we have news on the Vorsongs?”
“Not much news.” I stop short of his desk. I don’t bother sitting down—not that he invited me to. Arky remains at my side. “Nothing has happened yet. Their shipment is supposed to come in tonight. Grinnote promises to keep us posted. I paid him an early visit this morning.”
“Be sure to keep me in the loop.”
“Of course.” I pause, on the brink of blurting everything out.
“Is there something else?” my grandfather asks.
I turn slightly so I can face them both at once. “I want out of the family business. The crime part, anyway.”
They stare.
“Edmund,” Grandfather says, “are you certain? You could always come back, of course, but this seems rather sudden.”
“I’m certain. It’s been on my mind for a while now.”
“Since you met Danica Montrose,” my father says with a sneer.
“Maybe it’s just the right thing for me to do.” I shrug. It’s absolutely because of Danica. But I’m not going to admit it and give him a reason to resent her.
My father looks like he’s biting back a swear word or ten. “If you leave, who will take over your responsibilities?”
“I don’t know, maybe my cousin?”
He frowns. “Kendra…?”
“Quinn.” My voice comes out sharper than I intended. Has he actually forgotten his niece’s name? True, our families aren’t super close, but it’s pretty messed up he can’t remember his sister’s kid’s name.
“Whatever her name is, she’s a girl.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“I don’t care if it sounds backwards,” he snaps. “A girl can’t run the business.”
She’s a woman, not a girl. My father is a giant asshole.
“Quinn hasn’t been raised in the business.” My grandfather sounds tired, but resolute. “It isn’t time to bring her in now. But Edmund, are you sure you want out?”
“Not entirely out.” I clear my throat. “I want to take over Finch and Fox, as well as Salt. Run them legitimately. No money-laundering, no fronts for other operations.”
“They won’t make any money that way.” My father laughs.
“Enough to live well on.” I keep a comforting hand on Arky’s head. “I’ve been watching the books.”
“You always thought that you're better than me,” my father says in a low, angry voice. “You always thought—”
“Enough, Ed,” Grandfather snaps at my father. “Let him go. I started these businesses from the ground up, not to force my family to work, but to ensure my children and my grandchildren had every opportunity to follow their dreams.”
“His dream is based on nothing but feelings.” My father slams a hand down on his desk, making his computer monitor shake.
“And those feelings are just as valid as logic.” I can’t resist taking it further. “And how did your logic fare with Cece Morraine?”
“You little fucker—” My father starts toward me.
Arky growls low in his throat.
My father jerks to a stop. “That runt has never shown me the barest modicum of loyalty.”
“I’m taking him with me,” I say.
“I wasn’t talking about the dog.”
I laugh. “Fuck you, too. You don’t know a fucking thing about loyalty—just ask Cece.”
His face turns bright red and he practically vibrates with fury. He looks like he wants nothing more than to hit me, but Arky’s solid presence at my side keeps him in line.
“Edmund.” My grandfather’s voice is firm, but sad. “I’ll transfer ownership of Finch and Fox over to you, as well as Salt, as soon as Victor takes care of legal and draws up the paperwork. Perhaps it’s best if you go, for now.”
“Sure. Thanks, Grandfather.”
“You’re welcome, of course.” He walks me to the door and adds in a low voice, “I believe your feelings are steering you right. The Aseyev girl is worth it. I like her, she has fire. I want you to be happy.”
I scratch behind Arky’s ears. “For the first time, I am.”
“And I take it Manchester will be leaving our employ, as well?”
“He goes where I go.”
Grandfather nods. “He loves the girl, too.”
“I’m good with that.”
“It isn’t a traditional dynamic.” He frowns, then shrugs with a smile. “But the three of you will be very happy.”
“Yes, we will.” I shake his hand, then lead Arky down the hall and to the side door.
Arky pauses at the threshold, waiting for a treat and for me to say my usual goodbye.
I keep walking, then pat the side of my leg. “Come on, boy. Let’s get out of here.”
He lets out a joyful bark and races me to the truck.