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“Uh uh, Diamond. We’re not done until we’ve all signed.” At Hayes’s words, Orion pulls out and again, the loss is almost paralyzing. Mere seconds later, Hayes is at my entrance and Hadley rises to his feet, kissing me like I’m his reason for living. I taste myself, I can taste the musk from Orion’s cock, too.
It might be my new addiction.
Taking my arms and placing them around his neck, Hadley continues to kiss me while Orion is now kneeling between Hadley and me, kissing and sucking on my clit while Hayes is plunging inside my pussy.
“Fuck, this cunt is perfect. Lick her clit, Ry. Lick my cock.” I think I feel Orion’s arms going around my thighs but I’m too busy getting my mouth fucked by Hadley’s tongue that I’m lost to any other details.
Between my pussy, my clit, and my mouth, I’m about to explode again and there’s nothing anyone can do about that.
“Come, Diamond. Come all over my fucking cock, right the fuck now.”
And God do I ever. I’m so wet I have no idea how his dick can stay inside me without slipping out. It’s insane but it’s fucking perfect.
Just like we are.
Apart, we are flawed and impossible, but together, we’re as perfect as perfect can be.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Bowie
A Year Later…
“Fifty bucks says it looks like me.” I roll my eyes at Hadley as I keep refreshing the RIAA’s page for Slumlord’ssales and stream numbers. I may only have them as a client, but I got them here so they feel like my babies are all grown up.
“Shut the fuck up. We said it didn’t matter.” Orion bends down and kisses my crown, lingering his lips all the while massaging my shoulders.
“Aww come on, Ry, don’t be a sore loser.”
“I mean, statistically speaking, he’s not wrong.” When Hayes jumps into this useless conversation, I narrow my eyes at him and mouth a couple of obscenities.
“Hmm, true. But guess what it will have…” We all hold our breaths at Orion’s suspenseful pause. “An American accent.” I can’t help the giggle that escapes from between my lips as I hit the refresh buttonagain.
“Fuck that, we’re moving back home until it’s a teenager and the only real accent of the English language sticks.” With thenumber of times that Hadley’s comments make my eyes roll, I’m legit afraid of brain damage.
“I’m sure it’ll be just fi—”
“OH MY GOD!!” The entire absurd conversation is cut off when the page refreshes and right there, in black and white writing on the Recording Industry Association of America’s official website, Slumlord is given the Platinum award for selling over a million copies, and since one sale is the equivalent of a hundred streams, that means a fuck load of people have rocked out to the band I discovered.
With my hands cupping the underside of my whale-sized belly, I jump up and down, screaming like a teen girl at a Taylor Swift concert. The guys are hugging and kissing me in my new office, that’s no longer the size of a fucking closet, as I grab my phone and call the band. Abby, the original assistant, is back in full force at the office. Her return taught me a few things about my conniving boyfriends. First, she did not have a tiny office before the accident. She mostly ran errands and her phone and tablet were her main tools. Imagine my surprise when I told her I’d cleared out her office for her.
But I digress. Concerning Slumlord, we knew this would happen, the numbers have been climbing this past week and ever since the album went gold, they’ve become quite the sensation around the world.
“Be proud, Sweetheart, you made this happen for them.” My phone pressed against my ear and one hand on my belly, I kiss Orion’s full lips and linger there a second. He tastes so fucking good and I can’t help it, I’m horny all the time, even now, when waddling is the new trend.
“I love you,” I whisper across Orion’s lips as Hayes presses against my back and places his hands on my huge belly. When he kisses the sensitive spot between my throat and my shoulder, afull body shiver travels through me and I forget for a second that I’m on the phone.
“We love you, too, Bowie! Fucking Hell, we did it! Thank you, Bowie, fucking queen that you are!” Well, I guess they were refreshing the page as well.
“Congratulations, you guys, I’m so proud of you!” After a few more words of love and pride, we hang up and I turn to face my men in my office.
“Okay, let’s go home. This little seed is now a watermelon and I’m pretty sure my ankles are tree trunks.” Like a cartoon scene, three sets of worried eyes lower to my ankles to check them out.
“Christ. You scared me.”
“Fucking drama queen, I’ll lick them and make them better.”
“You’ve never looked more beautiful.”