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Chapter 5

Distractions & Pleads

Jade

“Fuck, Spade. You feel so good.” I whimper, slamming down on his cock, rolling my hips as he runs his hands over my belly, cupping my tits.

“So fucking tight, Babygirl. You’re going to make me cum already.” He growls, sucking a nipple into his mouth. I throw my head back, shoving my tits in his face.He grips my hips, thrusting up into me as I continue to roll my hips. The door creeps open but I don’t stop, almost expecting it to be Jamie, but to my surprise, it’s Ryder. I slow my pace as Spade growls into my chest. Ryder's throat clears as our eyes meet and I smirk.

“Get out or help me make him cum.” I moan, not feeling a bit ashamed that my brother is watching me fuck his boyfriend, but he was mine first, so he’s going to have to just deal with it. He walks over to us, stripping off his clothes as Spade flips us so I’m on my back. He pulls all the way out, only to slam back into me relentlessly. I whimper as his thumb toys with my clit piercing, making my body shudder from how sensitive I am. Ryder comes up behind him, kissing the back of his neck before wrapping his large hand around my husband's throat, causing him to groan deeply.

“I’m going to fuck that tight ass while you make my sister cum. But you aren’t allowed to spill not a drop of your delicious cum inside her until I say so. You understand me? Your cum is for me tonight and her cum is for you. You good with that little big sister?” he says, looking down at me, and I grin.

“I’m good with that,” I reply, jolting as Spade pinches my clit. Guess he doesn’t like it when we gang up on him. Ryder grips Spade’s throat tighter, waiting for his consent, but the smirk that greets his face lets me know he loves toeing the line with my brother, pushing him just a little further.

“Answer me,” he commands as Spade continues to pump into me, making my body shiver.

“Yes. I understand.” Spade growls.

“Good boy, now bend over, legs spread. Lemme see that tight hole I love so much,” he orders as Spade adjusts his position, bending over, capturing my lips with his as his tongue dances along mine. Ryder spits as Spade’s body shudders above me, deepening the kiss and slowing his thrusts. He tenses for a second before moaning into my mouth, sending me damn near over the edge as Ryder fucks Spade into me hard and fast. We all groan, completely enthralled in the moment from the movements Ryder is sending into the both of us. Spade doesn’t stop kissing me as my pussy starts fluttering around his length. He pulls away, moaning deeply as I ripple around him, my orgasm taking over my entire body as my vision goes white and my body litters with goosebumps, causing me to convulse uncontrollably, soaking his cock.

“Fuck, Babygirl. I love when you drench me,” he groans as Ryder picks up his pace.

“Remember what I said. You don’t cum until I say so.” He groans, slamming into Spade harder.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold on. She’s so fucking tight.” He moans, sucking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak as another orgasm builds deep in my belly. His thrusts become erratic as Ryder grips his hips tightly.

“Tight. Hot and perfect.” Ryder moans as a sheen of sweat coats Spade’s body. They both groan as Spade snaps his hips hard against me, his piercing hitting that spot deep inside my core.

“Fill her,” Ryder orders as Spade pinches my clit, rubbing it furiously, making me scream my release, splashing against his pelvis as I feel his cock expand inside me, filling me with his cum.

“Fuckkkkkk.” Spade growls as Ryder slams into him one more time before biting his shoulder.

“Sweet baby Jesus, Spade.” He grunts, resting his forehead in the middle of Spade’s back. Spade lifts my chin, pressing his lips against mine.

“I love you, wifey.” He smiles.

“I love you too, husband.” I reply as he looks behind him. Ryder captures his lips and whispers all his love to our man, then pulls out, taking a step back, grabbing his clothes and leaving the room.

Cupping Spade's face, his eyes furrow, looking down at me.

“Go be with him. I’m going to take a nap. We have an appointment tomorrow. Tell Jamie to come lay with me for a bit,” I say as he presses his lips against mine before slowly pulling out of me.

“Rest, my love. I’ll send Jay up here in a bit,” he says before climbing off the bed. I roll over to face the window, bringing the sheet over my naked body. Closing my eyes, I drift to sleep, praying Dario will meet me in my dreams.

The next day after me and Jamie leave the OBGYN, we go to pick up Jaxon from the clubhouse. Everything with the twins is perfect. Their heartbeats are strong, and they are both growing as they should. Thank god for small favors.

Before leaving the house with Jamie, I told Ryder and Spade to meet me at the clubhouse and to call a meeting with the rest of the club. It’s time we figure this shit out. I know my brother doesn’t want this life for himself anymore. He wants so much more and I don’t blame him. He may be a killer and ruthless, at best, but to take over the entire organization is just not his style. We went over some of his ideas and I have his back on them, but we need to pitch it to everyone else and take a vote.

“Hey, Jamie,” I say, looking over at my caveman.

“Yes, Princess,” he replies, gripping my hand and bringing it to his lips as he drives down the long road towards the clubhouse.

“Can we stop at the mill real quick? I need to check on something.” I say, and he nods.

“Sure, baby,” he says, never letting go of my hand as his thumb rubs over the diamonds. That makes me so fucking sad knowing I’ll never get to say ‘I do’ to Dario even though we do have a certificate of marriage and they are all my husbands, I still wanted a wedding. I wanted to walk down the aisle and see all three of them looking at me in my dress and to see all the love and admiration in their eyes. I know it’s selfish to think about, being I still have Jamie and Spade, but I’m missing a piece of my soul and no one seems to understand that.

“What are you thinking about in that head of yours, Princess?” he asks, not realizing tears have fallen from my eyes.

“I miss him. That’s all.” I sigh as he pulls into the new parking lot of the mill. He puts the truck in park, but I place my hand on his bicep before he tries to exit.

“I’ll only be a few minutes. I just need to check something,” I say, and he raises a brow. “I’m safe here. I promise I’ll only be a second,” I reassure him, pressing my lips against his, to which he deepens the kiss, as always. I pull back, and he growls. “Such a caveman. You can ravish me later. Be patient.” I laugh, knowing he will never be patient, not as long as his heart is beating.

Climbing out of the truck, I take out my keys from the back pocket of my black jeans and unlock the door, swinging it open. Flipping the switch, the lights turn on and I enter in the security code to shut the alarm off, then head for the stairs to the office. Opening the door, I’m immediately hit with Dario’s scent. Fuck.

Walking over to his desk, I sit and power up his computer. While waiting, I sit back and close my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, wishing that maybe he would pop up out of nowhere and everything would go back to normal so that my heart wouldn’t be shattered. That I wouldn’t feel so fucking empty and lost anymore, but when I open my eyes, I see a picture of us sitting on his desk next to a frame with a picture of our sonogram picture of the twins.

Tears stream down my face as I pick up the picture of us that has collected dust. Sighing, I swipe the dust away, bringing it to my lips and kiss the man in the picture. I know over time it will get easier. So they say.

The thought of forgetting him sends a chill down my spine, a cold dread clinging to my heart. Letting go feels like severing a lifeline, a soul-wrenching emptiness threatening to consume me. Sitting here at his desk, a wave of grief washes over me, the faint ghost of his scent, a cruel reminder of the love I'll never again feel. Each passing moment feels like a fading echo of him, leaving behind an aching emptiness where his laughter once resonated. I can’t tell the others how I feel. I’m so afraid they will think I’m selfish, but I can’t help it.

I miss him so fucking much and I’d give fucking anything to have just one more day, one more kiss, one more everything.

Just one more day…