1. June #2
I wasn’t always like this. No, when we first started fucking, I was incredibly selfish in my attempt to make sure I came first. Because most men are stingy in bed and don’t often reciprocate once their own satisfaction has been met.
But the more time I spend with my three men, I realize that they would never allow my needs not to be met.
That alone made me hungry to make sure theirs were, too.
Dominic slows his pace but maintains his depth. He grips my ass and gently digs his fingers into my flesh. “Come for me like a good girl.”
And because I apparently have no fucking self-control, I do. My pussy clenches around him, and I scream into the rug. His cock throbs inside my hole as he follows me across the finish line.
I lie there, my face buried and my breath ragged. Dominic slows his pace until he’s not moving at all.
He remains while I pulsate around him and shiver at the intensity of the climax.
Finally, he pulls out and rises to his feet, removing the condom and dropping it into the wastebasket under the sink.
“You okay, princess?” Magnus helps me stand on my shaky legs.
“Mmhm." I smirk at him and force myself to get it together. My entire body radiates bliss from head to toe. My mind spins in the euphoric orgasm-induced frenzy.
Dominic glances at his Patek Philippe watch. “We’re going to be late.”
I go into the private toilet area, not shutting the door all the way, and relieve myself.
Through the crack, I ask, “Who are you meeting with?” I finish up quickly and go back into the main bathroom area to wash my hands.
I flit my gaze at both of them in the mirror, wondering which of them will choose to be vague this time.
Ever since I met them, they’ve never been that open about the dealings of their business. There was this brief time between then and me getting shot that they were more willing to share information, but now, after that, they avoid the topic of work like the plague.
And honestly, it’s fucking annoying.
The reason I got kidnapped in the first place was because they were keeping secrets.
Don't they realize if I'm going to be a part of their life, I have to be a part of their business, too?
I don't have to know every nitty-gritty detail, but they tell me next to nothing.
It's as if they think if they don't acknowledge the elephant in the room, it doesn't exist.
But all they’re doing is making me feel isolated and shut off from them. And it’s only a matter of time until that bleeds into our romantic relationships.
I’m not asking to be nosey. I’m asking because I want to help.
Maybe not to the same lengths that resulted in me getting shot, but in any capacity that could assist them in managing this empire.
I have a business degree—one that they insisted I finish—and enough smarts to understand and be willing to navigate their corrupt ways.
I should be an asset to their organization, not some liability they feel like they have to shield from it all.
“Nobody important, princess.” Magnus kisses my cheek and tucks a strand of my wild jet-black hair behind my ear.
I’m well aware that Magnus is the most conflicted of them on this, but still, he doesn’t budge.
He was the one to advocate for the truth when we first started seeing each other, practically demanding that the other two confess a fraction of the truth.
Yet now, he goes along with the secrecy.
Getting shot and almost dying has a way of changing the dynamic of things.
Each of them is aware of how strong and capable I am, but there's still the need to protect me from their world. I'll just have to prove to them that I really do fit in and that I can handle my own.
Only, their continued secrecy, and the fact that I’m under pretty much constant surveillance makes that sort of difficult.
A chime sounds from Dominic’s pocket. He retrieves his phone and returns it a second later. “Beckett’s here.”
The man who was once their enemy, who quite literally saved my life, is now my permanent bodyguard.
It wasn't a decision they took lightly, but they insisted someone watch over me when they couldn't, and despite hating his fucking guts more than anything, they shared one thing in common with said enemy—the innate desire to keep me alive.
They vetted numerous other soldiers in their organization, coming up short after every interview. Sure, they were obedient and good at following directions, but none of them had a personal stake in the matter. Which left Simon Beckett to be the most qualified for the position.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” I huff while clasping the bra that matches the panties I’m wearing.
Back when I had pretty much no money, I had to scrounge to find clean undergarments, let alone matching ones.
The guys make sure I have anything I could possibly desire, giving it to me before I even know I need or want it. Well, everything but the truth.
I throw a plain white tee on and slide into a pair of ripped black skinny jeans.
“He’s not a babysitter.” Dominic approaches, plants a quick kiss on my lips, and stalks toward the door. “He’s your detail, and whether any of us like it or not, he’s necessary.” He leaves without allowing me the chance to respond.
I sigh and shift my focus to the last remaining man.
Magnus shrugs and follows after him. “Necessary evil, princess.” He pauses at the door, his tattooed hand gripping the frame. “Love you.”
“Love you more,” I mutter and turn to find a pair of socks.
“Never,” he calls out on his way down the hall.
“Always,” I holler after him.
A few minutes pass and a chill creeps over me. I glance over my shoulder to find Simon Beckett standing in my doorway. I press my hand to my chest and settle the start he gave me. "Christ, Simon. Warn a girl next time."
He remains there, stone-faced and solemn. "Are you ready for work?"
I snatch my phone off the nightstand and slide it into my back pocket. “Yeah.” I stop right in front of him. “You’re not allowed in here.”
Another one of the rules made by the men I call mine.
Simon is not permitted to step foot into my bedroom unless there’s an emergency.
It's like they think if he does, he'll accidentally slip and fall with his dick out and it’ll land in my pussy.
I'm not entirely sure if they realize there are a million other places Simon could have his way with me, and that making my room off-limits doesn't actually prevent that from happening.
No, the thing that prevents it from happening is that I wouldn’t do that to them. I know how much they hate him, how much he almost took from them, and I wouldn’t sabotage my relationship with three incredible men because of some fuck boy.
Okay, that’s a stretch. Simon isn’t exactly a fuck boy. More like a wannabe fuck boy.
The more time I spend around him, the more I see through the fa?ade he paints on heavily. He wants the world to see him as this carefree ladies’ man, but he’s not entirely terrible.
Or maybe the simple fact that I’m surrounded by morally grey men has me blurring the lines of what I view as good or bad.
Simon peers down at me, his emerald gaze falling to the floor and then back at me. “I’m not in your room.” He swallows as I press closer to him.
“No, but you’re in my way.” I push past him and into the hall. I glance at him when I reach the stairs. “You coming or what?”
And just like that, my puppy dog of a bodyguard follows. His footsteps close but not too close. Always there, but with a bit of distance.
“Have you eaten breakfast?” Simon asks me.
“No, have you?” I say, a bit of condescension lingering on each word.
“You should eat before we leave.” Simon ignores my question.
“I’m not hungry.”
Simon broadens his shoulders when I approach, his frame blocking the door to get into the garage where Alec is waiting to take me to work. “You need to eat, June.”
I stand taller in an attempt to mimic his bravado. “You going to make me?”
Simon’s beautifully carved jaw clenches slightly. “I will if I have to.”
My heart picks up its pace, and the tension between us grows thicker with each second we remain in this deadlock.
“I dare you,” I mutter under my breath. “I fucking dare you.”
Simon keeps his eyes trained on mine. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“I’m aware,” I tell him, not backing down.
Simon finally breaks eye contact and brushes past me to snatch a banana off the kitchen counter. He cracks it open, peeling back the flesh, and holds it out to me. “Please?”
And only because I’m evil as fuck, I step forward, my gaze remaining firmly on his, and wrap my mouth around the tip of the banana, biting it off with every ounce of seduction I can muster. I chew it slowly while staring at him. “Happy?”
Simon swallows harshly like he’s considering his words carefully.
Instead of responding, he steps closer, bringing the banana to my lips.
I take another bite, watching him watch me, and then take another. We continue this back-and-forth thing until only a small chunk remains.
“Now I am.” He pops the rest of it into his mouth and nods to the door. “You may leave.”
Here I was, thinking I was calling the shots, but in a matter of seconds, Simon completely flipped the script, and I played right fucking into it.
Him being my bodyguard might annoy the fuck out of me, but at least this is an entertaining game of who can push who more.