Page 23 of Accepted Precedent (Love & Politics #3)

With one of our rules being honesty, I’m careful with my words. “I know, babe. He needs you right now. I’m pretty sure he wants to fill all of your holes himself tonight.”

“I need both of you, but she’s not going to the store for the morning-after pill,” he growls. “There’s no point in her taking them; I’m going to fill your wife over and over until no pharmaceutical concoction can prevent the inevitable.”

He’s stuck in his own fantasy, one I can’t give him. Still, I indulge it. “She’s yours, not mine. Claim her.”

“What do you mean by claiming?” she rasps. How can she not see how she imprinted herself on him? He’s been lost for nearly a decade because of her.

Mickey flips Evelyn onto her back as he seals his lips to hers, fucking her hard and fast. She claws at his back, and I can’t help stroking my cock, unable to look away from his urgent thrusts.

Her pussy will be ruined for the foreseeable future, and I smile at the thought.

It’s about time. They’re working out years of frustration and it has to be the hottest and most beautiful thing I’ve witnessed in my life.

He slams into her roughly, but neither of them can get enough.

“You’re fucking mine. Do you hear me?” At his demand, she glances away, but he grips her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I know you want to detach from this, but you’re going to look at me as you come, angel. I warned you we were never temporary, and I fucking meant it.”

Mickey settles deep inside her, as she manages through a choked sob, “We broke the rules, but you can’t leave again, Mick… Please.” I may not be able to give them the life they deserve right now, but I need to find a way for them to be together—even if it’s only in secret.

“I’m not going anywhere. I love you, Evie… Both of you.”

I have to keep from tearing up at the admission. After all these years, I still love him as much as I did when we were younger, but I adore how deeply he loves my best friend. “You know we’re still yours.”

He pins her hands above her head and rests his forehead on hers as he slowly rocks in and out of her. “I’m not going anywhere,” he repeats softly. “I love you.”

“Don’t leave.”

A third time, Mick reminds her, “I’m not going anywhere. I love you.” Evie tilts her chin to kiss him, but doesn’t return his declaration. I’m about to slide off the bed to give them their moment when he snaps, “No. I want to taste both of you the rest of the day.”

“Take care of my wife; I’m yours after breakfast.”

Mick’s eyes darken, pinning me with a glare he reserves for people who won’t be spending much time on this earth—a bull ready to charge. “What did you say?” His words are laced with anger I’ve never experienced directed at me. If there’s a small chance he could hurt Evie, I need to stop this.

“Fillibuster.”

Evelyn gasps. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m not leaving you with her while you’re mad like this, Mick?”

His face and shoulders relax. “I’m not angry. I… I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Evie asks curiously, keeping him close.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

“Bullshit. You’re mad I called her my wife, aren’t you?” I don’t mean it to be a taunt but it comes out as a challenge all the same.

He doesn’t skip a beat. “Yes. I’m fuckin’ jealous. It’s a reminder that neither of you are truly mine.”

My heart twists at his admission. I need to let them go—both of them.

With her hand on his cheek, Evelyn guides his eyes back to her. “Mick… I’m yours.”

“No, you’re both of ours, love.” Not pulling out of her, he rolls onto his back, bringing her with him. “Now, your husband is going to take that stupid fucking toy out or your arse and we’re going to fuck you properly.”

Intrusive, selfish thoughts seep in as I line up behind her and carefully remove her plug, tossing it aside.

From behind, she’s a similar build to Kristin and I can’t help imagining I’m with the one woman I can never have.

Wrapping Evelyn’s hair around my fist, I tug her back an inch. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, and while I’ll hate myself for it later, there’s no harm in the fantasy.

Mickey roughly kisses her as I slather lube on my cock. Lining myself up with her ass, I take a deep breath, then slip inside her. There’s only a thin barrier between Mickey and me, and it’s fucking heaven. He grits out a few swears as I slowly trust in and out of her.

My words escape me without a second thought. “You’ve been tempting me for years, it’s about time I show you exactly how much I want you.”

I breathe a sigh of relief as he admits, “Not as much as you both have tempted me,” grateful he assumes I’m talking about him and not my wife’s sister.

Guilt doesn’t rattle me like it usually does—what they don’t know won’t hurt them—but I’m extra careful to not accidentally call out Kristin’s name.

“Keep it slow, baby. I’m going to alternate thrusts. Fuck, just like that. You both feel so fuckin’ good.” He then asks Evie, “Are you doing okay, angel? It’s like this perfect cunt was made for me. I’ve wanted you for years, I’m sorry I got carried away there for a moment.”

“It’s okay. I like it rough.” She glances back at me. “But not too rough.”

“I know, love. Not this time,” he purrs, and I tug on her hair to bring her gaze back to him. “We can play later, but right now you’re going to let us take care of you until you no longer doubt that I’m yours.”

I take my time sliding in and out of her ass, and focus my attention to where we’re joined, wondering if Kristin’s ass would feel this good. I resist marking it with my palm—even if Evie would be into it.

Mickey and I find a rhythm that leaves Evelyn breathless, and he checks in with her, “Still doing all right?”

“Yes.” She kisses him and I release her hair, pulling back to admire how perfect they are together.

“What about you?”

“Oh, I’m more than all right,” I chuckle.

Evelyn clenches around me, likely close, as we pick up our pace. Between how tight she is and the extra friction I get from him fucking her, I’m not going to last long.

“Are you ready to come for Daddy?”

“Mmhmm,” she mutters as I reply, “I’m close.”

Evie and I laugh, but Mick cuts it short with his lips sealed on hers.

I focus on the task he gave us—proving he’s Evelyn’s.

I’m not the least bit offended by his declarations.

Part of me has always known they were meant for each other.

Between my own selfish political aspirations and Mickey orchestrating the entire makeup of politics, we had bigger things to worry about than love or relationships.

Except Evelyn. She gave up everything for us.

Mickey quickens his thrusts and I follow in suit.

Evie tightens around us, crying out in pleasure, but we don’t let up.

She sags against him and I’m right fucking there.

I close my eyes, imagining it’s Kristin beneath me, and it only takes a few more thrusts before I’m spent.

I grit out a few swears, careful to avoid names or honorifics, as I come harder than I have in a while.

As I catch my breath, I carefully pull out and press a soft kiss to her back, whispering, “I’ll be right back.”

Sliding off the bed, I make my way to the bathroom to clean up.

I glance behind me once. Mickey already has her pinned and chasing his own release.

I wash my hands, and through the faucet running I can still hear him grunting, “One more, angel. Give me one more. Show me you’re mine with your cunt strangling my cock as you come again. Just like last time.”

I chuckle to myself—he’s relentless. He’s always had a need for validation, reassurance, and praise, masking it with his dominance. I fed into it for years, craving his attention and affection. Not anymore. I’ll always love him and want to please him, but I don’t ache for him like I used to.

The headboard knocks against the wall as he thrusts harder, their moans and cries echoing into the ensuite.

He growls in what can only be described as a roar as he comes.

I finish washing up, leaving the water running as I wait for the dust to settle.

When it’s silent, I shut it off and make my way back toward the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe with arms crossed.

I want to tell them I want a divorce so all of us can finally be happy, but it’s the worst timing. Instead, I stuff down my feelings and ask, “So, what’s for breakfast?”

“We can eat later. I’m not done with your wife… or you.”

“For fuck’s sake, Mick. We can’t spend the day in bed,” I laugh, pushing off and stalking over to them. “Evie and I have to take a quick shower and meet with Finn and Kristin to go over my statement and victory speech. Also, you owe me five hundred dollars.”

Mickey barks out a laugh. “That I do.”

“You should come,” she says softly, cupping his cheek.

He sighs, resting his forehead on hers. “No. Maryland is Finn’s responsibility and I need to debrief with the Blake twins. Dinner?”

“We’re supposed to have dinner with Tim and Ileah tonight,” I remind them.

He pulls out, making her whimper, then kisses down her body. “You can go… after I have my breakfast.”