Chapter 33 #2
“Fuck, you're so pretty taking all of us, babygirl.” I feed my cock past her lips, watching her tongue swirl around the head, and I can see exactly how close she is by the way her eyes have lost all semblance of focus.
She just looks high on the sensations rocking her body.
Then her hips start to rock faster, the flush reaching all the way up her chest and throat. And I know what's coming.
“Don't you dare come.” I grip her hair, pulling gently, holding her right where I want her, so her mouth is wrapped around the base of my cock. “Not until my cock's inside you, feeling you milk me.”
She whimpers around me, the sound going straight to my spine. “Please. God, I need to—”
“A little more, baby.” Rhys is stroking himself again beside us, and I know exactly how hot he's finding this because I'm right there with him. “We want you right on the edge.”
Her eyes glaze over completely, and Rhys reaches down and pinches one nipple, wraps her free hand around his cock, and that's my cue. I pull her up onto shaking legs, bend her over the desk, pin both her wrists in the small of her back with one hand.
I line up and slam home, and the feel of her, soaked, swollen, gripping me like she never wants to let go, has me forgetting everything except fucking her until I have nothing left in me. My other hand finds her clit, works it hard and fast, and she screams, her whole body shaking apart around me.
I don't stop. I fuck her straight through it, chasing every last second of her clenching around me, and it takes me under with her — I empty myself inside her with a groan that comes from deep inside me.
I keep pushing inside her, unwilling to miss one single second of that tight, milking cunt coming around me.
A hand closes on my shoulder. Rhys, easing me out of the way, already lining himself up behind her before I've even fully caught my breath.
He leans over her, whispering words I could never imagine coming out of his mouth, and she turns as he shoves his tongue into her mouth as he fucks her, one hand reaching around pinching her nipple, the other flicking her clit.
It only takes him a handful of strokes before he's shouting through his own release, filling her a second time, working her through one more orgasm with his fingers before he finally, gently, helps her sink down onto the floor next to him, her head on his chest as she tries to catch her breath.
She's boneless. Wrecked in the best way.
Zachary settles in behind her a moment later, and then he's sliding into her slow and easy, and the sound she makes is soft this time, worn out, but still wanting, her hips rocking back to meet him even with her eyes barely open.
He whispers something against her ear I don't catch, and she turns her face into his and kisses him for it.
They move together like that for a few minutes, grinding against each other in a way that is deep, sensual.
Rhys and I just watch, catching our breath, neither of us in any rush to look away.
Her moans build again, needier, and Zachary's fingers find her clit and circle hard and fast until she comes apart one more time, her whole body going rigid as he thrusts in deep and follows her over.
The room goes quiet. All four of us breathing hard, nobody saying anything for a long moment. Zachary rolls over onto his back, throwing an arm over his face, almost blacking out. I slide in behind her and pull her exhausted body into my arms, her back slick against my chest.
Rhys brushes damp hair off her face and presses a kiss to her sweaty forehead.
“Hope you've learned your lesson,” I say, “about flirting with other guys.”
Her head flops onto Rhys's chest as she says, “Yup.” Her voice is wrecked, satisfied, her eyes already sliding shut. “My lesson is to do it as much as possible.”
I've become so used to having her in my life, I've forgotten what it's like to have lived without her. Everything feels lighter, better, yet full of meaning.
Every single time her car turns up at one of my sites, I forget all other reasons for being there.
I'm only there for her. The boys give me endless hell for it, Macca's taken to whistling the wedding march every time she walks onto site, Jack's asked me last week if I'd started ironing my hi-vis — but I've caught every single one of them being extra nice to her when they think I'm not looking, holding doors, offering her the clean chair, laughing too hard at her jokes.
They'd never admit it. They love her too. Can't blame them.
She's already at the site office when I get back from walking the frame with the crew today.
But she's not alone. Aria's perched on the edge of the plan table, and they're both laughing at something so hard they're holding onto their sides.
Hunter's standing beside his fiancée in a hard hat that I know is more for showing off in front of his girl than to protect him.
He's not working the site today, he's just eye candy.
“Hey, Marcus,” Aria says, waving when she sees me. “We're just here to get some footage. Don't worry, we're not crashing your date night. I'm sure you two have all sorts of things planned.”
Alexia grins at her, says something I don't catch that has Aria cackling, and then she turns to me and holds up the basket like an offering.
“There's a caramel slice in here for everyone on this site, so if anyone misses out, I'll know you took an extra one!” she accuses me, obviously knowing me far too well.
“And we've got a little parcel for Jack to take home to Macy — he mentioned she was after that candle Aria had in her last designer collab, so Aria was kind enough to bring her one.
Oh, and there's something for Macca's little girl, but you can't know what it is because you're a boy.”
I walk up to her and pull her against my side, burying my face in her hair.
Home. She smells like home. “I've been waiting all day to see you,” I whisper into her hair, not caring who's there to see me turn to putty in her presence.
“And I'm sorry I couldn't get the whole night off,” I tell her, with a pout.
“Didn't want to miss date night altogether though. Not with those two vultures always circling, waiting for their chance to swoop in.” I narrow my eyes at how they'd both changed the Google Calendar to put their names in tonight when they found out I couldn't leave until after eight p.m. Good thing I'd screenshotted the agreed-upon schedule.
She shakes her head and murmurs something about us being silly boys, but the smile on her face is so cute I let her get away with it.
Aria and Hunter clear out not long after, and it's just the two of us in the site office, her perched on the corner of my desk while we eat and I tell her more than she probably wants to know about two contracts I'm bidding for.
She listens anyway. Asks some questions I'd never have even thought to wonder about.
When we're done with the papaya salads she got from Star of Siam, she hops off my desk and pulls a flat rectangular box out of her basket.
She throws a leg over me, straddles my lap, gives me a soft kiss, then hands the box to me.
“What's this?” I say, giving it a little shake.
“Open it and see!”
I pull the ribbon and the bow comes loose. The lid lifts off and inside is an album. I open it to see she's printed out a bunch of testimonials from our customers and made a scrapbook of some of the lovely things they'd said about us.
“Where did you find all these?” I ask, in awe as I turn page after page. There must be dozens of gushing reviews here from all different sources.
She grins and curls herself against my chest. “I'm a researcher. It's my job. But honestly, these were hardly that hard to find. Your business is a hit, Marcus. Did you know you have a waitlist a mile long? People are waiting months, and in some cases years, to work with you.”
I laugh and kiss the top of her head. “As a matter of fact, I did know that. But... I'm glad you know it too.”
I look back down at her gift and don't say anything for a second. I don't entirely trust my voice to work right. “You didn't have to do this.”
“I wanted to.” Her arms loop around my neck as she gazes up at me.
“How've you actually been?” I ask her, quiet. “With all of it. Us.”
“I'm fine. But it's easy for me. I'm being spoiled. I worry about how you're all feeling.”
“I can only speak for myself.” I tuck her hair back. “But I've never been happier in my life. Even sharing you with those two idiots.”
She lifts her mouth to mine and is giving me a heady, delicious kiss when we hear the screech of tyres outside.
“Probably one of the boys forgetting his lunchbox,” I say. “His missus'll have his hide if he doesn't bring it home.”
We don't even get a chance to go back to what we were doing before the trailer door bangs open.
“What the—” I'm already ready to give whoever it is an absolute earful for not knocking.
But then I see Rhys and Zachary in the doorway.
“It's my night—” I start.
But something about the look in their eyes has the words dying in my throat.
Alexia's off my lap, seeing what I do in their expressions. “What is it?”
Zachary crosses the room and pulls her straight into his arms, not saying anything, his arms hugging her so tight the muscles in his biceps strain against his shirt.
Rhys doesn't move from the doorway. His voice, when it comes, is stripped of every bit of its usual control.
“We have to go. Right now. Leon's being airlifted to the hospital.”