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I bit my lip as I remembered I had a reason to be alarmed, but I shouldn’t have worried. Addison sat down on the bed beside us with the lube in his hands. He uncapped the bottle and squeezed some out onto his fingers. He reached between his brother and me, and I felt Abel jerk when Addison gripped his dick in his fist and smeared the lube all over it.

Abel looked at his brother with wide, shocked eyes as Addison gripped my hip and pushed me down on his brother’s cock. The stretch burned a little bit as I took him in, and Addison was finally forced to move his hand away so I could sink all the way down on Abel’s cock.

There was so much of him that I had to sit there for a moment and just breathe while I adjusted to the feel of him.

Abel gripped my hips as he shifted beneath me, and we both moaned loudly.

“I need you to move, pretty girl,” he said in a rough, choked voice. “I’m not going to last long as it is, but fuck, I need you to move. I’m trying really hard to be good and let you do your thing, but damn, girl, this pussy is too tight, and I can’t… Fuck, please—”

It was the please that did it, and maybe the strained emotion in his voice. Or maybe it was the fact that he wasn’t moving, and he was trying to let me be in control.

Whatever the case was, I gave him what he wanted. I placed my hands on his chest and started to move. I rocked my hips forward and back as I found a rhythm that was likely to drive us both insane. I forced myself to go faster and faster as his grip on my hips tightened to the point where I knew there’d be marks there as well in the morning. I didn’t care, it felt good to me.

Fingers trailed down my spine in the gentlest of touches as Addison pressed a sweet kiss against my sweat covered shoulder.

“Are you ready?” he whispered close to my ear.

I wasn’t, and I likely never would be. “Yeah,” I croaked out of my suddenly dry throat.

I stopped moving against Abel as Addison pressed a cool, wet fingertip against my ass. I forced myself to relax as I leaned over Abel and kissed him, knowing I would need the distraction he could give me.

Addison slipped a finger inside, and then another, stretching me.

Abel’s hand slid down from my hip and between our bodies. He pressed his thumb to my clit and rubbed it as he sucked on my tongue.

Another shuddering orgasm worked its way through me as Addison worked his dick inside my ass. When he was all the way in, I had to tear my mouth away from Abel’s so I could suck in a sharp breath. I was stretched so full I could hardly breathe, and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to move again.

Abel sat up so we were chest to chest, and for the very first time in my life, I found myself in a salt and pepper twin sandwich.

Holy hell, it was delicious.

Addison kissed my throat as he started to move inside of me. Every thrust he made drove me down onto Abel’s cock, making all three of us pant and moan obscenely. I wrapped one arm around Abel’s neck and the other one behind me around Addison’s neck.

I clung to them tightly as they fucked me. They moved like they’d done this dance a million times before and knew the other’s moves as if they were their own.

We came together in a sweaty mess, and I was rolled onto my side on the bed still firmly between them.

They held me tight in their arms as they trailed kisses over my face and down the back of my neck.

I didn’t know if I fell asleep or if I passed out, but I woke up when they carried me to the shower.

I didn’t get much sleep that night, but when I did manage to drift off, I didn’t give a shit that I did it with damp hair that’d look like a nightmare when I opened my eyes again.

8

“Can we talk?”

I looked up from the book in my lap to Quinton who was standing in the open doorway. I hadn’t even heard him slide the door open. I’d been so lost in the words written down on the pages.

It’d been a book I’d found at Fortunes for the Unfortunate, and I hadn’t bothered to pay for it either. The last time I’d attempted to pay for something at that place, both Alexander men had taken me aside—separately, so I’d gotten it not once, but twice—and lectured me on what being a family meant and how family did not pay atthefamily business.

“You’re going to burn out here in the sun,” Quinton informed me, and I shrugged in response as I aimed my sunglasses back down at my book.

I didn’t need Mr. Know It All pointing out the obvious. I wasn’t stupid, and as much as it might pain him to know, I’d actually had a life before I’d met him and our coven. It might not have been much of a life, but I knew how sunblock worked, and I was smart enough to take my ass to some shade when my skin started to turn pink.

This was one of the many sides to Quinton that got on my damn nerves. He was my boyfriend, not my daddy, though sometimes it felt like he tried to be both.

Weirdly enough, my actual dad didn’t seem to mind.