Series: Series by Ker Dukey
Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“What happened?” I breathe, tilting her chin up to my eyes.
“Yuri.” She shrugs like it’s obvious. “He may have been old, but the man could pack a punch.”
Cupping her neck, I lower my head to hers. “Why didn’t you allow us in on this plan of yours?”
She grips my wrists and leans back into Z’s chest when he rises, sighing from the contact. “I know it sounds crazy, but I needed to do this, and the less people involved, the better it was going to work. On my own I could slip in and out unnoticed.”
“What if things went wrong.”
“It didn’t. Let’s not do the ‘what if’ game,” she pleads.
“But…”
“Shhhh.” She captures my lips, silencing me. The sloshing of water when Z gets into the tub draws her away from my lips, and she winces when she sees that my cut has reopened. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It was worth it.”
“We should see to these wounds.” Lines crease her brow, and I stroke my thumb over them, smoothing away the worries etched on her face. She’s so damn beautiful, soft around our jagged edges, gentle where we are tough, perfect in all our imperfections.
“I love you,” I tell her and she beams at me, like I’m something precious, like my love is worthy of her. Fuck, how did I get so lucky?
“And I love you both. Now get in this tub so I can wash your bodies, and then we can address the wounds,” Z orders, and I wink at her when she gets that giddy look in her eyes.
Taking her hand, I help her into the tub. She nestles between Z’s parted thighs, and it reminds me of the last time they we’re like this. That feels like a lifetime ago. Slipping my boxers down my thighs I take the other end of the tub, sighing when the water encompasses my aching legs. I lift up Alyona’s legs and lay them over mine. This tub wasn’t built to contain all three of us, but we make it work. I add a mental note to add a new giant tub to the list of things we need.
“You know we're going to need to hear every detail of how it all went down, right?” Z mumbles against her head, his hands cupping water and pouring it down her stomach.
“Fine, but Ro has to rub my feet while I tell you,” she bargains.
Picking up her foot, I pretend to bite her toes, and she giggles, and everything is right in the world again.
The muted morning light filters through the curtains, crawling up Alyona’s body as she sleeps. I moisten my bottom lip wanting to taste her.
She’s going to lose her shit.
I look at Z who’s leaning against the dresser at the end of the bed, waiting patiently, a playful grin spread across his face. I gently tuck Alyona’s hair behind her ear, stroking a finger down the jawline, throat, and through the valley of her tits. She stirs, her eyes fluttering open. I glance back at Z whose grin widens.
Last night, after our bath, Alyona decided she was too tired to walk down the hall, so we collapsed in a heap in the master bedroom. Lucky for me, it has a wooden bedframe with posts at each corner reaching four feet into the air. It’s odd, and we plan to replace it, but it’s also fucking perfect for our girl’s punishment.
Jostling her arms and getting no movement, her eyes spring open, and she wriggles her body, looking up at the cuffs securing each wrist to the bed and down at her ankles tied with belts to each bedpost. Her naked body is laid out like a serving of the sweetest damn pie.
“What the hell?” she demands, her blue eyes sparking with fire.
I waggle a finger down at her. “I warned you what would happen.”
“Z?” she says helplessly.
He chuckles, rubbing his hands together.
You’ll get no help there.
“Now, because of my cut lip, Z is going to feast on your pretty pink pussy, and then if you’re a good girl, I’ll fuck you until you see stars,” I tell her. When her mouth pops open and then closes, I chuckle. “I think she likes that idea.”
“Good.” Z wastes no time crawling onto the bed between her spread thighs. “I’ve never really prayed with real belief before, Alyona,” he says, his voice thick with lust, and it makes my limbs heavy. “But when I’m between these thighs it makes me believe there must be gods.” Dropping to his elbows, he slides his hands beneath her ass, bracketing her hips, “And I’ll worship you as mine.” He swipes his tongue through her folds, eliciting a moan from her lips. She attempts to move her hips up to get more friction, but he grips her firmly. She whines causing us both to laugh, I lay beside her and palm her tit, stroking my thumb over the rose bud watching her as pleasure takes control of her features.