Page 35 of C is For Corruption (Horsemen #3)

Victoria

The rest of the day passed in a blur of sore muscles and feet.

Leighton insisted I needed to keep moving to minimize the soreness, and Dawn was happy to help me stay busy in the greenhouse.

I listened to her talk about her plants and the job Ian picked up when he found he didn’t particularly care for the idleness of retirement, offering the occasional response when needed.

Lunch was practically an on-the-go meal.

Dawn and I ate sandwiches as we repotted plants.

I nearly wept in relief when dinner time came because I could finally sit still.

I fell on my food like a wild animal, all the extra activity heightening my appetite.

I was so focused on my meal that I didn’t even notice Leighton had slipped away before anyone else was finished.

“Come on, Ma Petit ,” Leighton said, appearing at my side as Dawn cleared the empty dinner dishes. “I’ve got something for you.”

“If it’s your dick, I don’t want it. Return to sender, recipient no longer at this address.”

Leighton threw his head back with a laugh before reaching a hand out to help me from my chair. “It’s not my dick… At least not right now.”

“It better not be,” I muttered, taking his hand and letting him pull me from my seat.

To my surprise, he led me into the bathroom, where a steaming bath was already drawn. The scent of lavender floated up on the steam, and there was the slight fizz of the last bits of a bath bomb in the water.

“I put epsom salt in there, it’s good for muscle aches. Thought after today, you could use a little pampering.” Leighton beamed. “I thought of this all by myself too.”

“This… this is so sweet,” I was not going to cry over a fucking bath, and yet my eyes burned. Traitors.

“Are you gonna get in?” He asked, his expression shifting into uncertainty.

“I mean, yeah, but I didn’t realize I was going to have an audience.” I replied.

“Oh, that’s because there’s more when you get in the tub and I promise it’s still not my dick.” He grinned.

I narrowed my eyes at him briefly, gauging his sincerity before stripping out of my clothes and easing myself into the hot water.

A groan of relieved satisfaction slipped from my lips as I settled in, the heat soothing my aching muscles.

The pop of a cap sounded from beside the tub, and I turned my head to find Leighton squirting body wash onto a washcloth.

He hadn’t been joking when he said he would pamper me.

Not a single innuendo or sexually charged joke left his mouth as he washed, first my body and then my hair.

He remained laser-focused on following my instructions when I walked him through properly washing my curls, and it was enough to make me practically melt into the bottom of the tub.

When finished, he settled on the toilet and let me soak in silence until the water turned tepid.

“There’s just one more thing,” He said as he held out a fluffy white towel when I finally climbed from the bathtub.

“If it’s your dick, now I’m receiving packages.” I winked.

“Okay, two more things.” He laughed, making sure the towel was tucked around me tightly and then pulling me along toward his room.

As soon as we were inside, he shut the door behind us and moved to light a candle on his dresser.

“Lay face down on the bed so I can massage your muscles. Can’t have you getting a cramp when the package arrives. ” He smirked.

“It was funny when I made it an innuendo, now it’s just cheesy,” I laughed.

I positioned myself on the bed so that I could lie on my stomach with my head turned toward Leighton.

He opened the top drawer of his dresser and pulled out a bottle of massage oil before moving onto the bed beside me.

Wordlessly, he set to work kneading the oil into my shoulders and began working his way down my body at an agonizingly slow pace.

Each press of his hands had me melting further into the mattress until I was sure I would be nothing but a puddle by the time he was done.

He’d just reached the arch of my second foot when there was a knock on his bedroom door.

I was too relaxed to yell at whoever had the audacity to interrupt.

“We don’t want any!” Leighton called out.

I heard Craig’s laugh outside the door before it opened. “Have you seen—Ah, yes you have. There’s my Bunny.”

“I knew I should have locked that damned door, what do you want? I was just about to deliver a package, if you catch my drift, and you’re mucking up my mojo.” Leighton replied.

“Double deliveries? Is it my birthday?” I mumbled with a slight giggle.

“Delivery drivers do sometimes work in pairs.” Craig said with a deep chuckle.

“Threesome? Alright, shut the fucking door, lock it , and grab the actual lube out of my dresser. I’ve got an idea.” Leighton said, his tone bright enough to cause me to roll over onto my back.

“That sounds concerning…” I laughed.

“I don’t know how to make this a package metaphor.” Leighton frowned. “So, let’s just go with two car garage.”

I heard the door shut and lock, Craig’s voice taking on a husky tone. “I’ve enjoyed double stuffed snacks before.”

Leighton’s head whipped toward Craig, and he let out a dramatic gasp as he clutched his chest. “You bitch , how did I not know this?”

“Blame your hetero life mate for not sharing the tea, I don’t kiss and tell.”

“That fucking cheater! I was supposed to be his first double peter! And he kept telling me no. Mother fucker.”

“Uh, guys… Are we gonna… y’know? Or are you just going to keep bantering?” I asked, not quite sure I was even going to be able to take them the way they wanted. “It would be nice if someone could start by explaining just how exactly you think you’re both going to fit in there.”

“We’ll go slow and make sure you’re prepped for it, Bunny,” Craig assured me as he strolled toward the bed with a bulk-sized bottle of lube.

“You’re gonna love it, Ma Petit . And once we prove that to you, you’ll be able to take all four of us without needing hands.

” Leighton smirked as he unceremoniously stripped out of his clothing.

I didn’t miss how his gaze fell to the ‘V’ we’d carved into his chest or how his fingers softly caressed the letter.

“Let’s not put carts before horses,” Craig said, removing his clothes just as eagerly but without the same rush.

“Eh, no take-backs.” Leighton shrugged before belly-flopping onto the bed between my legs.

“What the actual fuck, dude?” I shrieked as I bounced slightly off the bed.

“Shhhh…. I got you,” Leighton murmured, grabbing my legs and placing them on his shoulders. “Snack time.”

“Shut–” My words cut off with the first swipe of his tongue through my folds.

Leighton lapped at me like a man starved, bolts of electricity sliding through my veins when his tongue circled my clit with just the right amount of pressure.

My hands went to his hair, gripping it tightly and holding him in place as I began riding his face.

My breath came in short pants as I worked to keep quiet, and that only made him work harder, sliding two fingers into me and curling them as his tongue worked me perfectly.

My back bowed off the bed, and my hand flew from his hair to my mouth as an unexpected orgasm tore through me.

I bit my palm nearly hard enough to break the skin, trying to stifle the sounds escaping my mouth as Leighton worked me through it with his skilled tongue and fingers.

“Your turn,” he smirked at Craig, sitting up and back on his heels. “I say she needs at least one more before we start working her up to both of us. There’s toys in the bottom drawer if you need assistance.”

Craig moved to the dresser and opened the bottom drawer, rifling through it for a moment before a grin spread across his face.

Leighton moved to cradle my head, his hands still roaming my body as Craig took his place between my thighs.

I tried to see what he had, but Leighton wouldn’t let me sit up enough to look.

“What do you have, Craig?” I asked impatiently.

“Hush or I’ll give you something to do with that mouth, Ma Petit. ” Leighton rasped, moving one hand to grip his cock.

“You’ll see,” Craig smirked up at me, pushing my legs further apart, and any further insisting I might have done went blank in my mind when he pushed inside me with one quick thrust. My back arched, and I tried to reach for Craig as he started to move slowly.

“Ah ah, you didn’t ask,” Leighton said, grabbing my arms, holding them above my head, and nodding to Craig.

I heard the sound of the toy clicking on just a moment before I felt the intense sensation of it on my already sensitive clit.

I yelped, my eyes rolling back while he moved inside me, the toys insistent pulsing and vibrating making everything feel ten times more potent.

I was hurtling toward another orgasm in what felt like seconds as Leighton held me down and Craig pumped into me. The room filled with the sounds of my whimpering as my body jerked, electric pleasure streaking through my system in a way that had my mind blanking of anything and everything.

“Fuck… fuck… Oh! Fuck!” My eyes rolled back as I careened toward the edge. “Please, please don’t stop!”

Craig and Leighton chuckled in unison as Craig used his free hand to push one of my legs up, making every stroke hit the sweet spot, and I could feel the tension in my spine tighten to a breaking point.

“I’m… Fuck! I’m gonna…” I started to say, and before I could get anything else out, Craig grabbed my hips, rolling us so that I was impaled on top of him, the toy still pulsing against my clit as I sank down on him.