Page 51 of Double Down

Mav looks just as unimpressed.

We roll our eyes at each other, and I silently ask him to get rid of them. I would do it myself, but if I stand, they’ll see my cock, and God only knows where that ends.

“Okay, ladies. Time to go,” Mav says, hauling the brunette back. That’s when I clock the actual problem. Both have extra-glassy eyes combined with off-balance smiles. They’re high. On what?

“No,” the blonde whines. “I wanna play.”

“Then find someone who wants to play with you,” he says easily. “How about VIP passes to the pool? The Ghost Pirates hockey team and the Covers soccer team are training nearby, and they like to cool down in the pool for the…entertainment we offer.”

“Really?” the blonde says, immediately distracted.

“Yeah. Why don’t you hit the spa—nails on the house. I’m sure those teams will handle you much better—” His voice trails off as he steers them down the hall.

Once I’m sure they’re gone, I scoot back to give Phoenix more room. She’s sucking hard, cheeks hollow, one hand working what she can’t fit.

“Fuck, yes, princess. Suck my cock like those girls wished they could,” I pant, tightening my grip in her hair and urging her faster.

She moves quicker with every stroke. Her hand tightens at the base. Pressure builds low in my spine.

God, I needed this.

“That’s right, princess. Take it all. Be my good girl. Show me you can take everything I give you.”

Mav slips back in. His brows lift as he watches. I see him palm his cock. I don’t blame him.

This wasn’t the plan. I was going to tease her—make it last—but I can’t take it. I need something I can control, something I can dominate, and right now that’s her.

With her hair wrapped in my fist, I rise and pull her from under the table just enough. She stays on her knees; I set her back against the edge and pull my cock from her red, spit-slicked lips.

“Beg for it,” I demand.

She doesn’t hesitate. Her voice is a rasp, her eyes oddly defiant as she husks, “Please, Conrad. I want your cock. Please let me taste you. I want to swallow you down and show you how good I can be. Why I am so much better than?—”

I cut her off by slamming back down her throat and holding there while she struggles and gags around me. I don’t know why, but nothing about that was submissive.

“You’d better be. I could be balls-deep in two cock-hungry girls right now. Show me why you’re more worthy of my cock than they are.”

I see it in her eyes—she doesn’t know if she’s better. She doesn’t believe that I crave her more than the money in my bank account or the stars over the ocean at night.

That little show of self-doubt earns punishment number three.

I’m not gentle. I’m not kind.

I fuck her sweet mouth like I own it—because I do. It’s more than that, though. We all own it. Own her. Mav shifts slightly so hecan see every inch of the act, and I don’t blame him. He did the same thing when we were teenagers—he’s always liked to watch.

Phoenix is a beauty, always, but like this—even fully dressed on her knees—she’s a work of art. A fucking goddess.

And while I don’t particularly like to share her, I’ll allow it with Mav.

When I come down her throat, I grit my teeth to keep from roaring. Even as I spill out and into her mouth, she keeps sucking, determined to take every last drop.

When she finally releases me, I drop into the chair, the tension in my back and shoulders gone.

“Fuck,” I gasp, pulling her into my lap. “Good girl, princess.”

Her hair smells like expensive vanilla and fruit. I hold her a beat longer than I should, savoring the way her body melts into mine.

For a fraction of a second, I see the life we should have had. The one she walked away from all those years ago.