Chapter 71
seventy-one
Son of a bitch! I can’t believe I left the one bag I’d packed specifically for this weekend hidden in the SUV. All that was on my mind when I pulled up to the valet was getting Reyna up to the suite.
I jab at the button on the elevator, impatiently tapping my foot.
When the elevator finally arrives, the doors slide open to reveal a middle-aged couple already inside. I nod and step in, pressing the button for the lobby. The husband gives me a polite smile while his wife eyes my disheveled state with mild curiosity.
When we stop on the seventh floor, a family of four piles in—two parents and twin boys who can’t be much older than six, both bouncing off the walls like they are being fed sugar intravenously. One of them slams into my shin, and I bite back a growl.
“Sorry,” the mother grimaces as she pulls her kid back by the collar of his shirt.
“It’s fine,” I mutter, checking my watch. Eight minutes. Brex has had eight minutes alone with Reyna.
I huff out a frustrated breath when the elevator stops again on the fourth floor.
A woman with a rolling suitcase steps in, followed by a bellhop pushing a luggage cart.
The cart takes up half the space, forcing everyone to press closer together, one of the twins stepping on my foot when he tries to make room.
Jesus. I should’ve taken the fucking stairs.
By the time we reach the lobby, I’m practically vibrating with impatience. The second the doors open, we all file out and I make a beeline for the valet stand outside.
“Black Ford Expedition,” I pant at the kid behind the podium. “Cade.”
He nods, grabs the keys from the lock box, and jogs off toward the parking garage. I pace the sidewalk, running a hand through my hair. Every second I have to wait feels like an eternity. My mind keeps conjuring images of what Brex is doing to Reyna right now.
I check my phone.
It’s only been ten minutes, but still. My cock is throbbing in anticipation.
When the SUV finally rolls up, I’m already moving before it comes to a complete stop. The valet barely has time to put it in park before I’m yanking the hatch open and grabbing the black duffel bag from the back.
The valet jogs around the front of the car and I shove a twenty into his hand. “Sir, do you want me to—”
“Park it,” I call over my shoulder as I head back inside.
The doors slide open to an empty car. Thank God.
It hums as it climbs, the digital display ticking up. Seven. Eight. Nine.
Suddenly, the car lurches to a stop. “What the fuck?” I jam my thumb against the button over and over. But nothing happens.
“Great. Just great.”
The overhead lights flicker once, then come back on right as a voice comes through the speaker next to the emergency phone. “We’re so sorry, sir. Just a minor glitch with our system. We’ll have you on your way in just a few minutes.”
It takes only about five before the elevator jerks back into motion, crawling upward at what feels like a glacial pace. When it finally dings at our floor, I tuck myself between the doors before they fully open.
I sprint down the hallway, fumbling with the key card.
The door swings open to the sound of Reyna’s breathy moans and Brex’s low rhythmic grunts.
The sight that greets me stops me dead in my tracks as the door slams shut behind me.
Brex has Reyna bent over the back of the couch, wrists bound behind her back, hand wrapped around her ponytail as he fucks into her from behind.
“Goddamn it, Brex.”
“Oh, fuck,” Reyna moans.
Brex keeps thrusting. “Just keeping our girl wet and ready for you, Lo.”
“Has she come yet?”
“Nope.”
The rumble of the growl I release almost drowns out the sound of my zipper. “I want to see her.”
One hand gripping the belt at her wrists, and the other her hair, Brex stays buried deep as he swings her around so she’s still bent over, but facing me. “Her mouth is all yours,” he grunts.
“You hear that, Angel?” I rumble, slowly making my way across the room. “You’re going to suck my cock like a good little slut while Brex keeps fucking your dirty little pussy. And you will not come.”
Palming my hand under her jaw, I tilt her head up to meet my gaze and give it a gentle squeeze. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
“Yes, what?” I growl.
Her pupils are almost dilated to full blackout mode when Brex pulls back and slams into her once from behind. “Answer him, Pretty.”
“Unnggh! Yes, sir.”
Dropping the duffel on the floor, I thread my fingers through her hair as Brex shifts his hand to her waist, keeping the other on the belt.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can last,” Brex pants.
“I just need a few minutes in her mouth, then we can take this to the bedroom.”
“Open,” I command, guiding my cock to her lips.
Reyna’s mouth parts, tongue darting out to taste the pre-cum beading at the tip. The wet heat of her mouth envelops me as she takes me in.
“Fuck, that’s it, Angel,” I groan as I start to move. “Such a good girl sucking my cock.”
Brex maintains a steady rhythm as the obscene wet sounds of her pussy taking his cock fill the room, blending with her muffled moans around my dick.
After a minute, I pull back just enough to let her catch her breath. “You like taking both of us, don’t you?”
She nods frantically, eyes glazed with pleasure.
“Tell me,” I demand, tightening my grip on her ponytail as I drag my dick out of her hot mouth.
“Love it,” she gasps, voice wrecked. “Love taking you both.”
“You hear that, Lo?” Brex pants. “She loves being our dirty little slut.”
Shoving back into her mouth, her muffled moans vibrate around my shaft as I fuck her face with slow, deep strokes while Brex hammers into her from behind.
“Fuck, Lo,” Brex grunts, hips stuttering. “I gotta stop or I’m gonna...”
Brex pulls out. Cock glistening with her arousal, his chest heaves, sweat glistening on his chest, running down the hard ridges of his abs.
“Fuckin’-A,” he pants.
I jerk my chin. “Bedroom.”
The second Brex releases her wrists, Reyna’s legs buckle, and she sways. But he catches her before she hits the floor, scooping her up bridal-style.
Snatching up the duffel, I follow them into the bedroom.
I drop the bag near the end of the bed and yank my shirt over my head, then step out of my pants and boxers.
My cock stands at full attention, flushed dark and pulsing with the need to come as I sit down on the edge of the bed.
“I want her here,” I say, pointing to the space between my legs. “Facing away from me.”
Brex carries her over and carefully sets her down on her feet. Her legs tremble, but she manages to stay upright. She’s close enough that I can feel the heat of her body, smell the sex and sweat clinging to her skin.
“Bend over,” I say gently.
She folds forward, presenting herself to my heated gaze. My palms find her cheeks, kneading the soft flesh before I spread them with my thumbs, exposing the plug Brex fit snugly inside her.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to sink my cock inside this fine as fuck ass, Angel.”
Kneeling on the floor in front of her, Brex cups her face and kisses her slow and deep, thumb tracing her swollen bottom lip as he leans away. “Eyes on me, Pretty.”