Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
“Please,” I begged in a whisper, wanting Alejandro inside of me, too. I needed to feel both of them together.
“It’ll burn if I enter you now,” Alejandro told me, continuing to stretch me with his long, thick fingers.
“Please,” I begged again, the single word a broken plea. “Need you both.”
He growled, but then his body moved behind me, and I felt the head of his cock press against that tight ring of muscle. “Bear down, little one,” Alejandro commanded.
I buried my face in the crook of Joey’s neck and did as Alejandro ordered. I grunted at the burn, but then, the sensation of both of them inside of me at once won out, just as I knew it would, and I blissed out, coming just from the tightness of it all.
“You’re ours,” Joey growled in my ear. “Our little toy. The mother of our son. Our fucking whore. Our goddamn queen.”
“Yours,” I agreed, breathless, my head still spinning at how full I felt.
They sawed in and out of me in a brutal yet beautiful way. I could only cling to Joey as they sandwiched me between them, taking every part of me, just like they always did. But they cherished every piece they claimed.
“Oh, God!” I cried out, my body shuddering, so close to coming again.
Alejandro gripped my blonde curls and yanked my head back. I gasped, my eyes locking on Joey’s. His dark eyes were almost black, and he looked devastatingly handsome beneath me, still fucking me even though Alejandro had stilled. They were staving off my orgasm, and it was torture.
“There is no god in this room, little one,” Alejandro growled in my ear. I whimpered, still trembling. “Just the man who owns you and your husband. Remember that.”
He punched his hips forward, and I shattered.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alejandro
I wasn’t a sentimental man by any means. I took what I wanted, and I didn’t give a fuck about any lines I happened to cross when I did it. I’d step on whoever’s fucking toes I needed and deal with the consequences afterward.
Unless it might affect my dynamic with Elaina and Joey. Unless my actions might potentially harm my son.
The morals and codes I lived by centered around the weird little family we’d created. Which was why I was in my current predicament, wondering if I was making the right decision.
“Are you going to pop out of your head for two fucking minutes and tell me what’s up?” Joey asked as he took a seat in front of me. Antonio was playing on the floor nearby, pushing some cars around on the floor, making something akin to car noises as he did so.
Honestly, if a car sounded like the noises he was making, I’d push it over a bridge. That sounded like something even a mechanic couldn’t fix.
I looked at my woman’s husband, wondering if he’d be okay with this. “I want to put a ring on Elaina’s finger,” I told Joey.
He arched a brow at me, not even seeming surprised. “So, why the hell don’t you?” he asked me. “She loves you, Alejandro, and I warned you there was no walking away from her once you joined this. So, why does putting a ring on her finger make you look like you’re second-guessing life?”
I snorted. Second-guessing life. “Because she’s your wife.”
Joey rolled his eyes. “And you have a receipt for three million fucking dollars that says you own her, so don’t play that shit with me.” I bit back an amused smile. Joey loved bringing that up when I brought up him being Elaina’s husband. “Stop being a pussy,” I cut him a dark look, “and put the ring on her finger. Trust me, she wants it.”
“And your feelings on this?” I asked him.
Joey frowned at me. “I want her happy, Alejandro, and you make her happy. The only time you need to be worried about me being pissed about something is if you hurt her, clear?”
I nodded once. Joey didn’t have much patience. I wouldn’t keep pushing on the topic. If he said it was fine, then I was going to take him at his word. He stood. “Good.”
I watched as he walked over to Antonio and sat down in front of him to play. I snorted when Joey began making those sounds with his mouth, too.
“Need a mechanic,” I muttered. But Joey obviously heard me because he cut me a look that told me to shut the fuck up.
I stood to my feet and went in search of Elaina. I needed to take her for a drive and ask her if she’d wear my ring. I knew I could never marry her, but I was hoping this ring would show her that I was all in. I was a man of my word, but I knew Elaina needed some kind of confirmation so she had something to trust in, something tangible.