Chapter 24 – Mari
We exited the car to a line that twisted around the building, everyone desperately waiting to see if their names were on the list for Gilded’s final night.
The club was shutting down indefinitely for unexpected repairs, and it wasn’t the only one. Wicked was undergoing renovations due to a faulty water line that didn’t exist. We’d even had some of the smaller businesses take time off. It felt like running away, but it was the only option to keep people safe.
Giving Cash fewer targets to fixate on was in everyone’s best interest.
The club was still as beautiful as ever. Deep pomegranate walls and brushed gold everywhere. Still the crown jewel of my empire. Cash’s previous attempts at destroying it had been weak, but he’d attempt it again before this was over.
Just being here made me jumpy, though that wasn’t the only reason.
“Everything’s going to be okay,” Nate promised, pulling me closer with a hand on my hip. I wasn’t so optimistic.
Dominic, who was holding my hand on the other side, squeezed my fingers in silent support.
We’d all dressed up for the night, and I knew we looked incredible as a group. Greyson’s sapphire-blue silk shirt complemented the black suit he’d paired it with, while Nate had stuck with an expensive emerald-green T-shirt and a pair of ass-hugging jeans. Dominic’s style fit somewhere between the business and casual they sported, with dark-washed jeans and a blood-red button-up that made his eyes molten. It was very bad-boy chic.
They looked fucking edible, and I rubbed my legs together as the first kernels of heat warmed me.
What I wouldn’t give to take one of these men to the bathroom for a little distraction.
Dominic squeezed my hand again, though this time, he took the opportunity to look me over.
I’d stuck with a dark purple dress that cinched tight at the bust and waist and flared around my thighs. It looked whimsical until you saw the very occupied thigh holster. I’d paired it with heeled boots, knowing they’d be easier to run in later if necessary.
“Have we told you how beautiful you look?” he asked as he bit his lip, clenching my hand tighter. “I want to sink my teeth into you.”
Um, yes. Now, please.
He chuckled under his breath when he heard my sharp inhale, but he pulled me forward before I could say as much. Rude.
“Your booth, ma’am.” Dominic’s bow was over-the-top dramatic, and I rolled my eyes.
“Get in.” I shoved him down, making sure I gave his ass a nice tap as I did. Nate and Grey smothered their laughs, but Dominic’s eyes were burning when I took my seat beside him.
The U-shaped booth was darker than the others in the club and sectioned off by the guard standing close by. The low table in front gave us space for drinks, which appeared without asking, but didn’t disrupt the view—the whole point of the booth. From here, we could watch the entire club, from the front door to the side stairs. It was obvious that this booth wasn’t for just anyone—no reservation sign needed.
They each took one side of the booth, leaving me in the corner between Dominic and Nate, but I didn’t mind. I downed the first drink fast, ordering another before the empty glass had even hit the table. Our server scurried off, returning with my drink and disappearing when Greyson waved him away with a curt, “That’ll be all, Jimmy.”
“I wanted another,” I protested.
“After the meeting.”
The argument was right therewhen Dominic squeezed my thigh. “You can’t be drunk when we meet your cousin.”
What the fuck?
“Who said I was getting drunk?” Really, they should’ve known me better than that. As anxious as I was to get things dealt with, I was neither stupid nor suicidal enough to drink my way through a meeting with the Feds. “It was just to calm my nerves.”
Working with the man made me itchy.
Nate hauled me into his lap and kept me there with a palm to the hip, glaring at Dominic when he tried to steal me back. Wrapping his free hand around my throat, Nate tipped my head back until it hit his shoulder and he could whisper freely against my neck. “I get that you’re stressed, but we all agreed this is the right move. Are you having second thoughts?”
“No, I’m just not sure I trust them.” I didn’t just mean the government either. Two-Bit might’ve been blood, but he was still an unknown factor, and I didn’t like that we were heading into this situation without a good read on him or his intentions.
Nate hummed against me, his palm sliding over my hip until it wedged between my thighs. He was so close to my pussy that I could feel the heat of him through my panties even though he wasn’t touching them. Goddamn, I was too wound up for this. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together. Stop stressing.”
“How long until they get here?” I asked, swallowing against the pressure on my throat. Greyson’s eyes glittered. He knew exactly why I asked. “Twenty minutes. Maybe less.”
Thank fuck.
The way the booth was lit meant we had almost complete privacy. Sure, people could look over and see something if the light flashed just right, but no one was stupid enough to watch us outright. They didn’t want to draw my attention by looking too long at something that wasn’t theirs. We could do anything we wanted, and I knew just how to spend our wait.
I let my legs fall open a little, hoping to force Nate’s hand right to the apex of my?—
It disappeared from between my legs, only to smack hard against the outside of my thigh. “What do you think you’re doing, angel?”
“Yeah, Mari. What are you doing?” I’d twisted so Dominic was right in front of me, elbows on his knees, drink dangling in his fingers, and those eyes burning over my body. He took a sip, tongue darting out to capture the last drop that escaped when he lowered it again, and I felt like I was dick-drunk.
I wanted them, needed them to fill me up the way only they could. I was desperate for their touch and the way they fed me reassurance through it.
My men were the only ones who could ground me, and I needed it bad.
“I just— I want?—”
The need inside me mixed with my stress until I knew I couldn’t explain it out loud. So, I showed them. Latching on to Nate’s hand, I slid it between my legs and rolled my hips, but he snaked an arm around me to hold me still. Frustrated, I growled, trying to wiggle myself against his cock, to find friction—fucking anything.
Nate smacked me again. “Keep squirming and I’m going to give you something else to occupy your mind…and your mouth.”
From the other side of the booth, Grey laughed. “That’s exactly what she wants.”
“Is that so? Do you need me to take the edge off, angel?” Nate moved his hand, rubbing the damp fabric between my legs just enough to tease at giving me the friction I craved before moving away. I whined, chasing the touch before I realized they were laughing.
“I swear to God, if someone doesn’t fuck the nerves out of me…” That frustration grew until I was digging my nails into Nate’s thighs. Jeans or not, he was going to feel that later.
“Pretty sure that’s not how you ask, reina.” Grey stood, checking his watch again as he moved around the table to get to me. “We don’t have time for all three of us to fuck you. Nate’s already got you on his lap. Dominic?”
“You play. I’ll join at the end.”
“Perfect. Are you ready, wife?”
Grey’s grin was damn near feral as he slipped my thighs over Nate’s arms, forcing him to hold me open. “Your turn.”
Nate’s laugh skated down my neck, quickly followed by his lips. “No problem.”
“Show us how ready she is. Fuck, you’re so perfect, mariposa.” Nate hiked my dress up around my hips, and Grey threw my panties to Dominic, who tucked them into his pocket with a wink. “Saving these for later.”
The part of me that knew she was about to get two dicks didn’t want to be greedy, but I shut her down quick. “You’re not going to fuck me after the meeting?”
Dominic’s eyes glittered as he watched me pout. “Depends. Show me how good you can be for your husband, and I’ll think about it.”
Why was that so hot?
Grey tapped Nate’s knees, spreading his legs so he could kneel between them. “We have to make this fast.”
“Okay.” I was still frantically nodding when I fisted his hair and pulled his mouth to me.
His warm breath against my desperate skin was everything, and when he slid a flattened tongue across my clit, I nearly screamed. He slipped two fingers inside me, groaning at how soaked I was as he worked me over exactly how I wanted. “Were you needy, reina? Were you over there squirming, desperate for our cocks?”
Nate laughed against my shoulder. “Of course she was. She’s got us so addicted to her taste, it’s only fair.”
Dominic nodded, grinning when Grey’s contented hum vibrating along my clit made me writhe. Nate and Dominic took turns whispering dirty things, while Grey worked an orgasm from my body that nearly stole my sight.
I was still coming down from it when a cock slid into me. “I thought we had to be quick,” I panted.
“Trust me, I won’t last long.” My vision cleared enough to watch Greyson trap his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes furrowed in concentration. “Fuck, I love when you’re like this. Swollen and needy and dripping down my balls. I’m going to smell like you for days.”
More like forever.
I tried to speak, tried to tell him I liked him like this too, but all that came out were one-word sentences.
Harder. Deeper. More. Please.
But Grey didn’t need more than that. He’d always known exactly what I needed and played my body like he’d memorized every cheat code to it. When I came again, it was with his name on my lips.
Grey eased me through the orgasm, pumping into me with slow, hard rolls of his hips that felt so goddamn good. It was like the climax that never ended. I tipped my head back, and I tried to keep my body from shivering when movement to the side of the booth stole my attention.
In the shadows, a man watched us with wide eyes and trembling fingers. He looked like he wanted to run just as much as he wanted to touch himself. Like he knew we were the last people he should be peeping on, but he couldn’t look away.
My pussy clenched. Something about the lust and fear on his face turned me on. “Grey.”
“That’s it, baby. Tell us who’s inside you.” He shuddered through his orgasm, neck straining in release.
“No, Grey.”
His eyes, which had been focused on where our bodies met, immediately lifted to mine. As soon as they did, his attention shifted to where I was looking. I could tell he saw the man too, when his fingers clenched on my thighs. “We’ve got a watcher.”
Nate’s head barely moved, but the little voyeur’s face drained. He dropped his drink on the nearest table and hightailed it out of the building.
Dominic laughed, but it was tainted with something unhinged. “Good riddance.”
Grey slipped out of my body, tucking himself away as I whimpered, but I wasn’t empty for long. Nate lifted me enough to notch himself inside before he let go and dropped me on his cock. Gravity meant I took every inch of him at once, and it sucked the air from my lungs. “God, you’re so big.”
“That’s it, baby. Stroke his ego.” Grey winked when Nate flipped him off, which only lasted until I laughed. Then both of us were too busy moaning to care what the others did.
And they were plotting.
Greyson had moved over to Dominic’s side, and they were whispering over the former’s phone while I adjusted to Nate. I felt a little pain, but mostly a lot of pleasure.
“What’re you doing over there?”
“You’re not keeping her entertained enough, Black,” Dominic teased, and Nate lifted me up and dropped me right back on his cock, watching me squirm when my ass met his hips.
It felt so good when he did that. Borderline too much, but my men made the hurt feel good. And the show of strength when he picked my whole body up like that? Mini orgasms, I swear.
“Don’t worry about them.” Nate forced my legs wider with his, giving Dominic and Grey a full view of him inside me. “They’re just taking care of our unwanted guest.”
The watcher.
Oh shit.
“You think he liked what he saw, angel? Liked seeing this perfect pussy stretched around our cocks? I bet he heard the way you begged for more too. Our filthy queen.”
“Yes,” I breathed, unsure how I felt about it. On the one hand, I liked the idea of being caught. On the other, I didn’t want anyone but my men seeing me vulnerable. It felt wrong. I was theirs.
Nate’s laugh drifted over my lips when he hauled my head back again. The movement caused me to lift on my toes. Exactly what he wanted. As I held myself above him, Nate fucked me from below, making sure I got every inch of him as he did. “Good. Everyone should have a memorable last moment on earth.”
“What?” I was too focused on the building sensations in my core, desperately reaching for the pleasure just out of reach, to understand what he meant.
“You think we’re going to let him live after that? He watched our woman come. Saw this perfect body spread out for us.” Nate leaned back just as Dominic reached over and smacked my clit so hard I folded in half.
Goddamn.
He gripped my chin, hauling me back up again.
“No one gets to see you but us, mariposa, and they certainly don’t get to survive if they do.”
I knew I was fucked up when my pussy clenched at the thought of them murdering a man for that, but whatever. Nate cursed under his breath, shifting just enough that he slid over my G-spot with his thrusts. “She liked that.”
Dominic’s smile was pure male satisfaction. “Of course she did. Our Mari likes when we go dark for her. Don’t you, baby? It gets you hot.”
“Yes.” He rewarded me by running his knuckles across my clit, and my legs shook.
Nate lifted my pelvis higher, holding me exactly where he wanted until I dug my fingers into his hands. No doubt everyone in the club knew what we were doing, but I didn’t fucking care. I wanted them to know. Wanted them to see these men worship me.
Wanted to show the world that they were mine. All mine.
“That’s it, angel. You’re almost there.”
I was. My body was tense, poised to fall over the cliff the second they told me to.
“You’re such a good girl,” Nate whispered. “Now, come for us. Give your men what they want. Squeeze me dry.”
And I did.
Head back, chest heaving as I screamed their names. Nate kept his pace until I sagged in his lap, then he slammed me down, forcing me to grind on him until he came so deep inside me, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get him out.
“Fuck me, that was amazing.” He pressed a kiss to my temple.
“A solid 9.5.” Dominic came over and hauled me off Nate’s lap despite both our protests, spreading me out on the booth between them. I’d barely settled before he was climbing over me, stroking his cock. “You look freshly fucked, mariposa. I can’t wait to add to it.”
“I thought we didn’t have time for you all to fuck me,” I snarked, though it faded when his tip nudged my clit. It was so oversensitive, I twitched, but God, I wanted him to touch me anyway.
He smirked, grinding into me a little harder. “We don’t.”
While I frowned, Dominic kissed my nose before sitting back on his knees. He looked so imposing up there, completely dressed, with that big cock in his hands. He looked like he was ready to ruin me, mark me, make me his.
I wanted it so bad I could taste it.
“Don’t get come on her dress,” Grey warned, but Dominic’s smirk deepened.
“Trust me, I won’t.”
He stayed like that, poised above me, hitting my clit with every stroke until his rhythm changed. His teeth were bared, forearms tense as he stroked harder and faster, bringing me with him.
I couldn’t see anyone but him until Greyson cleared his throat. “Two-Bit said they’re two minutes out.”
“Almost there. Come with me, Mari.”
That was the easy part. I was holding it off until he was finished. Reaching between us, I palmed his balls, rubbing them as best I could. “I need you to come, Dominic.”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m already there. It feels too good when you touch me like that.” He groaned my name as he slipped his dick between my lips, painting my clit with his come before lifting up just enough to bathe the rest of me in it too. By the time he was done, my entire pussy was coated in him, and he looked feral at the sight of it. I wanted to be mad because he’d just created a huge fucking mess, but I’d never felt quite as desired as I did when all three of them zeroed in on it. Even though we didn’t have time, I slid my fingers between my legs, swirling them around before popping them into my mouth to taste all of our releases combined.
“Jesus Christ,” Nate grunted, readjusting himself behind me.
Dominic grinned. “Fuck, you look beautiful covered in me, mariposa.”
“One minute out,” Grey said tightly. He didn’t even attempt to fix his dick. Just watched me with eyes that said we were doing that again.
Sighing, I pushed Dominic back so I could swing my legs around and stand. “I need to run to the bathroom.”
Dominic looked behind me and shook his head. “We don’t have time for that, mariposa.”
“I’ll be quick.”
“No.”
“No?”
“You heard me.”
“Oh shit,” Nate whispered. Grey just laughed.
“I must’ve heard wrong. I’m going to wipe off your come. I’ll be right back.”
Scoffing, I stood, only for Dominic to stand with me. He wrapped his hand around my throat, forcing my body into his. “No, you’re going to do as you’re told.”
What the actual fuck?
I narrowed my eyes, and Dominic tightened his grip just enough to keep me silent. “Sit there and wear our mess happily, or as soon as our guests leave, I’ll have you licking it off the booth.”
There was something about Dominic bossing me around that hit me straight in the libido. Fuck me.
I shivered, and he ran his lips along my neck. “Are you going to listen to me?” When I still didn’t answer, he bit the soft skin and my whole body jerked.
“I’m not wearing panties,” I whispered.
“I’m aware. Keep those gorgeous legs closed so no one else figures it out.” Still holding me captive, he forced me back into my seat, following me down to whisper against my lips. “Be a good girl, and I’ll fuck you to sleep when we get home.”
Oh, hell yes.
He smiled, kissed me hard, and sat down beside me while my whole body buzzed.
Nate shifted in his seat with the tiniest frown.
I bumped his shoulder. “Problem?”
He huffed, but the grin threw off his moody vibes. “Just thinking that I’d have come somewhere else if I’d known that was an option.”
I scoffed while Dominic fucking preened. “You need to get more creative than that, Black.”
Jesus Christ. Men.
“Oh, trust me. I’m plenty creative.” The way Nate smirked at me made my entire body flush in the best of ways, and the smirk only got bigger when I refused to look at Dominic.
“We’ll finish this later. They’re here.”
Game time.
I was still trying to find a position where I wasn’t sitting in a puddle of come when Two-Bit and Griz came over. My cousin still looked as stoic as always, but he had an added tightness around his eyes that made me wonder how much trouble Cash was getting into that we didn’t know about.
Grey and Nate patted them down, even going so far as to dig through the leather bag Griz carried. They took the guns they found and slid them onto the table, promising to give them back when the meeting was over.
I squirmed again, trying to ignore the very wet feeling between my thighs, and Dominic dropped his hand on my thigh, stilling my body with a single look.
Right. No wiggling.
He’d have me ass-up, tongue-out the second Two-Bit left if I didn’t knock it off, and I wasn’t willing to test just how clean our crew kept things.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, beckoning the Feds to sit.
Griz looked like he’d order a drink, but Two-Bit shot him a look before turning to me. “We don’t want to be here too long. You said you had an answer for us.”
We’d talked in circles until deciding we were taking the deal. Working with the government felt fundamentally wrong in ways only someone who’d been raised in the criminal world would understand, but it was the best option we had. We weren’t spending the rest of our lives in jail for Cash. “Before I say anything, I want assurances.”
Two-Bit nodded to Griz, who slipped a stack of papers out of the bag he carried. I didn’t bother to read, sliding them over to Greyson. We all sat quietly while he sent pictures of the pages to Laidan, who was on standby with Ronan, before reading it over twice himself. He was about to go through it a third time when my phone rang.
Laidan.
“The deal’s good. Immunity for any actions that get Cash out of the picture. Obviously, they’re not putting kill the asshole for us on the contract, but the vagueness works in your favor, especially since it doesn’t actually have a time limit. It could even be said that your get-out-of-jail-free card is indefinite.”
My eyes moved to my cousin. Two-Bit stared back at me, and I couldn’t be totally sure, but I got the idea he’d worded the contract intentionally to give me some extra wiggle room, and I appreciated it.
“They even added monetary compensation for any losses you suffer, also vague, so I can probably get financial retribution for any buildings destroyed and loss of life.”
The stipulation was one we’d added after talking to Two-Bit the first time. I hadn’t been sure the government would agree, but apparently they didn’t mind paying us to murder Cash. Nice.
Laidan’s voice dropped. “There are some clauses about potentially being a part of stings for other organizations, but they made it clear that your involvement would be surface-level and your name would never be linked to their investigations. Beyond that, it’s what we expected. You do the dirty work, and as long as you keep the drugs out of Seattle, you’re free and clear.”
“I understand. Thanks for your help.”
She laughed. “You’re paying us more than enough for an after-hours phone call. Good luck with the Feds. Call us when it’s over.”
Ronan Donnaghal had called his entire family to Ireland, planning to hunker down out of the country while I waged war. I didn’t hold it against him. If this was anyone else’s battle, I’d have slipped my family onto a jet and stolen away in the night, too.
Sadly, a war wasn’t won without its general.
“Fly safe.”
Hanging up, I looked straight at Two-Bit. He had endless patience most days, but he was too wired for that now. “Well?”
“You got a pen?”
His shoulders dropped as he reached into his pocket and tossed the pen to me. “You’re doing the right thing.”
“I’m doing the only thing,” I corrected, signing the pages before handing them to Grey to photograph.
He slid them back over to Griz, with Laidan’s card on top. “Our lawyer is expecting it immediately, and they better match up.”
“They’ll have it by the end of the night,” Griz promised.
“No one can find out about this.” Even though I knew we both had a lot to lose if our agreement got out, I still had to say it.
Two-Bit shoved his hands into his pockets. “The powers that be are well aware what’ll happen if they let our involvement with you slip.” Namely, my death. “They don’t want someone worse taking over.”
“As long as they stick to their terms, I’ll stick to mine.” I wasn’t hopeful that the government would actually do what they promised, but that was my burden.
Playing spy would save our skin now, but who knew if it would damn us in the long run.
This better be worth it.