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His hand came down on my ass with a loud smack. I jumped from the slight sting, but I didn’t get far because his hands locked on my hips.
“The only one getting you off tonight is me,” he said darkly and pulled me flush against his pelvis. His naked cock rubbed along my wet seam and my entire body shuddered. I wanted it. I wanted it inside me. I let out a whimper as I rocked my hips, rubbing along him some more. His hands tightened, keeping me still.
“Tell me what I want to hear,” Jamie demanded. “And I’ll slide into you right now.”
Louie took the moment that I was distracted with Jamie to sit up and kneel in front of me. He was still holding my hair and he brushed his knuckles across my cheek as he stared down at me.
“Please,” I breathed, staring up into Louie’s eyes. “I want your cock.” I had said it to both of them and they both obliged.
Jamie plunged into me hard and fast. I cried out and Louie took that opportunity to slide into my mouth.
I ravished Louie with my mouth and tongue while he gently rocked his hips. Jamie was anything but gentle. He pounded into me just the way I liked. But I needed more.
I grabbed Louie by the hips and upped my game of sucking, licking, and dragging my teeth along his shaft. He trusted me, pushing deeper into my mouth. It wasn’t long until his cock swelled on my tongue and jets of cumhit the back of my throat. He groaned loud and long as I swallowed every drop.
Jamie had stilled behind me so I could enjoy the moment of Louie’s release. Louie pulled himself from my mouth and fell back onto the bed, satiated. Then Jamie began moving again.
The tingling sensation started to grow inside me, but slowly. I dropped my head to the bed and fisted the sheets. “Jamie,” I moaned. “Harder, baby!”
He tunneled into me faster and the room filled with my loud moans, his pants, and the sound of flesh smacking. I screamed into the mattress as my release cascaded through me. Jamie grunted soon after, his body shuddering as he came undone.
We both fell on the bed next to Louie, equally spent. My entire body was coated in a sheen of sweat, but they didn’t seem to care as they scooted closer, sandwiching me between them. None of us moved until we woke the next morning.
CHAPTER 21
I found myself irritated at the next family meeting. For one, I was nauseous as hell. And two, Stefan offered Sean a seat at the table. Rourke’s hunch had been correct. Sean really had shoved his nose up Stefan’s ass, gunning for Dylan’s or Samuel’s position at the table, because he was now seated in Dylan’s old chair.
Conor had decided to move down a chair, claiming Samuel’s old seat to Stefan’s right. I didn’t know if Stefan had asked him to switch seats, or if Conor didn’t want to sit next to Sean. Regardless, he looked relieved because Sean and I hadn’t stopped staring at each other since I’d arrived at the meeting. I might have been wearing a not so friendly expression while Sean gave me an unwavering smug smirk.
Stefan let out an exasperated sigh. “Maura, are you even paying attention?”
My eyes flicked to my father. “As a woman, I have this fantastic ability to multitask. I may appear to not give a shit about our new deal with the Cartel or that Rourke screwed the maid who was supposed to clean his hotel room in Mexico, but I was still listening nonetheless. I’mwaiting for you to explain why he’s here,” I said, tilting my head at Sean. “What can I say, the suspense is killing me.”
Stefan leaned back in his chair. “I want Sean to help you run drugs.”
“Oh, really?” I gave him an innocent and curious look. “I’d love to know why you think I’d need help.”
“Foolish woman,” Sean muttered. “What gives you the right to question him?”
I turned my gaze slowly back to Sean and arched a brow. “Because twenty-five years ago, I won a race.”
It took a second for everyone to get my joke, but eventually Louie and Rourke threw their heads back laughing while the rest of the men in the room, apart from Stefan and Sean, chuckled. Stefan held his usual mask, but the glint in his eyes told me he wanted to laugh.
“I don’t care that you’re his little princess. You will show your respect,” Sean sneered.
The room went silent, laughter dying abruptly. Conor cleared his throat. “Did you come to the meeting armed, niece?”
Without removing my eyes from Sean, the corner of my mouth lifted.
“Right. Of course you did.” Conor scooted his chair back and stood.
“Where are you going?” Stefan asked him.
Conor smoothed away nonexistent wrinkles on the front of his jacket. “This is a new suit and I don’t want to get blood on it when she kills him. I think I’ll go stand over there,” Conor explained as he pointed to the other side of the table, before making his way to stand behind Rourke. His enforcer also moved to the other side of the room.
Sean looked to Stefan. “There has been talk that letting her question you without punishment has made you look weak.”
This time I chuckled and leaned closer to him. “Do you want to punish me, Sean?”