Chapter 20 #2
I see her eyes widen, but she still nods. Shuffling between my thighs, I feel his huge cock slide against mine. “I’m not going to last,” I warn. It was tight with Ryder and Leo; I can’t imagine when Holden slides in if he even can. I can’t hold off much longer; I’ve already been fighting like hell.
“Me either,” Leo chuckles breathlessly, smoothing his hands up her back. “You’re fucking amazing, Baby.” Every one of us agrees with that statement. Les gives her body so willingly to us and loves every damn second of it.
“Oh fuck,” Les moans when Holden starts to slide inside.
“Goddamn, you’re huge,” Leo comments, feeling her getting even tighter.
“You guys look hot as fuck,” Gage says from our side. Ryder’s on his stomach watching us, and Gage has his chin propped between Ryder’s shoulder blades, eyes glued to the scene in front of him. I wish like hell I could see what we look like.
We let her body settle between us when Holden squeezes inside, then we start to move in perfect unison, bringing her body to the highest pleasure that we can.
She starts to tighten against us, her limbs shaking.
When she lets go, her scream echoes off the walls.
I hear Leo groan and know he went right behind her.
Dex takes his opportunity, sinking to the back of her throat with a groan of his own coming down her throat.
Feeling Holden swell, I know he’s next. Again, I feel that hot splash of cum and have no idea how the hell I’ve lasted through this whole thing besides the fact I don’t want to lose this contact with Les.
Feeling Holden slide out, I slightly shift my hips to stay inside her.
Leo kisses her on the head before he slides out, leaving me buried balls deep.
Taking her gently in my arms, I roll until I’m on top of her.
Locking her lips with mine, I stroke in and out slowly, knowing she’s going to be sore.
It doesn’t take long before I finally let myself go, groaning into her mouth as I come.
When our breathing is finally under control, I reluctantly pull out, gathering her in my arms, her back to my chest. I look over at the other guys, and Gage and Ryder are still lying the same way.
Holden is tucked under Ryder’s arm, and Leo is snuggled against Gage’s back.
Dex is laid out at their feet. A feeling settles over me of how right all this feels.
I don’t feel any of the usual hatred toward them.
They’ll do anything in this world for each other, for Les, and now for me.
All the hate feels so fucking stupid now.
I judged them based on what they do, forgetting I used to be that same person.
They didn’t get out like I did but still did better than I ever would with each other.
Les giggles, causing everyone’s eyes to turn to her. “What’s so funny, Il mio sole?” Ryder mumbles.
“You guys let the old man out last you,” she giggles again, then she’s full-out belly laughing, sucking in air.
I bury my head between her shoulders, shaking with silent laughter.
That has to burn their asses up that the oldest here lasted longer than every single one of them.
I can’t even be mad at the old man comment.
“Fuck off,” Ryder chuckles.
“I’ll run a bath, Baby girl,” Dex says, crawling over to her. He kisses her before jumping to his feet and leaving the room completely naked.
Dex sticks his head in about five minutes later, gesturing for Les. “I’ll come with you, Beautiful.”I need some alone time with her after that.
“Carry me?” she asks with an exaggerated pout.
I roll to my feet and slide my arms under her, pulling her to my chest. “They have you spoiled, don’t they?” I joke. All the guys chuckle at that, knowing damn well they do. I plan on spoiling her just as much.
“I am not spoiled,” she says with a huff, but I can see her lips twitch.
“Uh-huh,” I comment, striding out of the room and up to hers.
Sitting her down in the tub, I climb in with her. As gently as I can, I wash every part of her body, taking special care between her legs and around her butt.
“Are you sore?” I ask when I see her wince slightly.
“Yeah,” she smiles. “But in a good way.”
When we’re both clean, I pull her to my chest, with her straddling my lap, kissing her lips slowly. “I love you,” I say against her lips, holding my breath, waiting for her answer.
“I love you too, Zane,” she whispers, emotion clogging her voice. “Please don’t leave me again.” There’s so much vulnerability to those simple words that I crush her to my chest.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. It’s my new mission in life to show this woman how much I love her; how much I need her in my life.
Her bathroom door opens no sooner than she gets settled against my chest. Ryder steps in, fully dressed. “We have problems downstairs.”
Les and I are already moving by the tone of his voice. I wrap a fluffy towel around her, then turn to him. “What kind of problems?” I know by the look on his that it’s about me.
“The cops are downstairs. Mani hasn’t let them through the gate, but they have a warrant.” He looks at Les, then back at me. “For your arrest.”
“What?” Les hisses.
Ryder tosses my clothes to me. “Get dressed.”
Les disappears from the bathroom to throw on some clothes while I slide mine back on.
Hand in hand, we walk down the stairs and out the front door.
Blue lights are flashing everywhere behind the gates.
“Let them in,” I tell Ryder. He calls someone, and the gates swing open; cop cars fly up the driveway.
Steve, one of the guys I’ve worked with my whole career, steps out of the front car, looking smug as hell. He hated me on sight because of who my dad was.
“Zane Ayers, you’re under arrest,” he declares loudly.
“For fucking what?” Les asks, stepping in front of me.
Steve steps closer. “For the murder of Jay Hoover.”
I feel my stomach drop to my feet. Jay isn’t fucking dead.
But I know how this goes and don’t open my mouth, and none of us react.
Kissing Les on top of the head, I step out from around them, turning my back to Steve.
He doesn’t waste any time slapping cuffs roughly onto my wrists.
As he starts reading my rights, Les’ face falls. “I’ll be fine, Beautiful.”
“We’re right behind you,” Ryder assures me. I just nod. I don’t know what they can do if we can’t prove Jay is still alive. Murder? How the hell did he pull that off?
Steve shoves me in the back of the cop car, and before long, they have me in an interrogation room at the station, cuffed to the table.
He could have brought me in through the back.
Instead, he perp-walked me right through the fucking station; all eyes turned on me.
Jay laid everything out so I look like a damn dirty cop, and it worked.
“I never took you for a murderer, Zane,” Steve comments in front of me. He knows I won’t answer; I know better. I hear a commotion in the main part of the station and turn to look over my shoulder through the window.
“Where is he?” Les growls, and I have to hide my grin.
They just pissed off the wrong woman.
My woman.