Page 35 of Endure the Pain

Louie had a leaner body than Jamie, but it was still sculpted with muscle. He had a few tattoos here and there. His biggest tattoo was of the French flag and the Irish flag crossed with a huge Celtic cross between them on his right bicep. Jamie and I had gone with him when he'd gotten it. It had been after he'd been offered a position to join the family. To celebrate, he'd wanted to get something to symbolize his Dupont heritage and his new chosen family, us. Louie was French. His mother, Adeline Dupont, had been a prostitute and when he'd been four, she had been murdered.The police had found her body in an alleyway, strangled to death. Because his father was unknown, he had been sent here, to the States, to live with his aunt. Jamie and he had met freshman year of high school and stuck together like glue.

Louie was the first to get all of his clothes off. Jamie had been delayed with putting both of their guns in the nightstand. My gaze drank every inch of Louie in as it descended his chest, past the V at his hips, to his cock.Taking in his hard length, my eyes tried to bug out of my head.

I covered my face with both of my hands.This isn’t going to work.

“You okay, baby?” Jamie asked.

I shook my head. “Nope.” Dropping my hands from my face, I sat up and hugged my knees to my chest. They both held worried expressions. I waved a hand at the one-eyed anacondas hanging between their legs. “My fantasy has been ruined. There’s no fucking way you both are having me at the same time. I won’t be able to sit properly for Lord knows how long. I signed up for sex. Not an episiotomy. You’re going to destroy Lady Town.”

Their expressions morphed to utter shock at my frantic rambling. Then they looked at each other and threw their heads back laughing. They laughed so hard, tears formed in their eyes and Louie had to grab onto Jamie’s shoulder to hold himself upright.

“Ha ha ha, she said my cock is too big,” I mocked in my best guy voice as I frowned. “Laugh it up. I’m sure your egos are fucking loving this.”

Louie wiped the corners of his eyes and climbed onto the bed next to me. “We would never hurt you and you know that,” he said, leaning in to kiss me. It was short and sweet. He pulled back to meet my eyes. “Trust us.”

I nodded and Jamie opened his nightstand. He pulled out a small bottle of lube and tossed it on the bed. I watched as he crawled onto the bed in front of me. He grasped my knees and spread them so he could get close enough to capture my mouth. I fell backward on the bed with Jamie braced over me, kissing me. His fingers glided down the side of my breast. I shivered and hooked a leg over his hip, hoping he’d understand that I was ready for more. He didn’t disappoint. Reaching between us, he slowly eased himself into me and began rolling his hips.

Just as I was really getting into our rhythm, his arm circled around my back and he flipped us. “Ride me,” he ordered, grabbing me by my hips and rocking them. Putting my hands on his chest, I took control of the pace.

Louie shifted on the bed to kneel behind me. He moved my hair off my shoulder and kissed the curve of my neck. His lips traveled up to my ear. “Lean forward a little.” I did. His fingers trailed down my back until they met my back entrance. I stilled on top of Jamie as Louie’s finger pushed inside me. I dropped my forehead to Jamie’s chest, moaning. Louie chuckled. “I’ll take that to mean you like it?”

Nodding, I lifted my head to meet Jamie’s eyes. He covered my hand that was resting over his heart with his hand and reached up and tucked my hair behind my earwith his other. It made this moment perfect that they were being so patient and gentle with me. I felt cherished and safe.

Louie moved his finger in and out before adding a second. So far, it felt really good. After he thought I was ready, he positioned himself behind me. Jamie pulled me down to kiss him. I had a feeling it was to distract me. It didn’t work. I gasped from the pressure of Louie entering me and my nails bit into Jamie’s chest. He didn’t seem to care. Instead, he showered me with kisses on my lips, cheeks, chin, and forehead.

Once Louie was all the way in, he waited for me to relax before he started moving. I felt so full and a little delirious. It was better than I'd imagined. My hips started rocking on their own. I needed release. I needed it bad.

I sat up a little, finding the perfect angle. Louie grabbed me by my shoulder and hip, encouraging me to ride them both. “That’s it, beautiful,” he panted.

Jamie reached between us to rub my clit. The instant he touched me, I came screaming and contracting around them so tightly, their releases quickly followed mine. Jamie cursed, squeezing my hand. Louie grunted while resting his head on my shoulder.

“We are so doing that again,” I said, breathlessly.

They both chuckled.

Louie pulled out of me and climbed off the bed. He disappeared into the bathroom and I fell onto the bed next to Jamie. We just stared at each other with sleepy satiated smiles. Louie returned with a wet washcloth. He opened my weak legs and wiped me clean. He left again to toss the wet cloth in the laundry basket. By the time he returned, Jamie was fast asleep, and I was fighting to keep my eyes open. Louie pulled the covers over us and crawled into bed behind me. He snuggled up close, wrapping his arm over my waist. I felt his lips press against my temple just before I drifted off.

CHAPTER 12

“Maura, sweetie, put the gun down. I’m your—”

Her words echoed in my head after I pulled the trigger.

I knew who she was…but I didn’t want to believe it.

“Maura, wake up.”

My eyes opened to Louie’s face hovering above mine. “It’s time to wake up, beautiful.”

I groaned and sat up. The blanket dropped from my chest, baring my naked breasts, and memories from the night before came rushing back. I wiped away the wet streaks on my face and caught Louie watching me with a tight smile. I could see the questions he held at bay in his eyes. I ignored them.

His hair was wet, and he was mostly dressed for the day. His black dress shirt still needed to be buttoned.Where did he get the fresh clothes?

“I have spare suits in Jameson’s old room, just in case,” Louie said, as if reading my mind. The sound of a drawer rolling open drew my attention to the other side of the bed where Jamie stood, showered and fully dressed for the day. He checked over his gun before stuffing it into the back of his pants.

He caught me staring, leaned over the bed, and gave me a quick kiss. “You better get dressed before your goons get here.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Only I’m allowed to call them that. Don’t make me kick your ass.”