Page 118 of Retribution

I snicker because now all I can imagine is her pulling things out of her thick mane.

“You’re all ridiculous,” Grant sighs. “Let’s transfer the baby into my arms and you can do what you need to, Little Nightmare.”

Carefully unbuckling the baby carrier, Isolde slips the straps from her shoulders. Leila is so small, we have to place a rolled up blanket under her bottom so she’ll fit in it. Grant takes the baby and snuggles her against his chest as he whispers to her.

It’s hard to reconcile how scary he is with this softer side and I don’t know if I’ll ever get over it.

“Can I brush your hair, Isolde?” I ask, wanting to be close to her. Oliver hides a smile as he begins to clean up the kitchen, but I plan on making him pay for that later by sucking on my cock.

Smug jerk.

“Yes…” Isolde glances at me with a surprised look, and I follow her to the room as Lucas walks ahead of us to shower.

Clothes litter the path behind him, making Isolde roll her eyes.

“Is this a strip tease?” she calls after him.

Lucas turns buck ass naked and swings his hips back and forth to make his half hardened cock slap his upper thighs and pelvis.

“Show off,” I say, thoroughly amused.

“I have nothing left to strip,” Lucas grins. “I had to use what the good Lord gave me and decided to shake it.”

“It was effective,” Isolde says, her cheeks bright pink. Her tongue is sticking out between her gorgeous lips, and she can’t stop staring at Lucas’ dick.

I can see that he’s beginning to thicken and lengthen under her gaze, and I come closer to wrap my arms around her waist. There’s no reason not to use this moment.

“It’s a really pretty dick, isn’t it?” I ask, kissing her neck.

Her scent gets thicker as she moans, and Lucas goes still as he watches her in a predatory way.

My hand pushes her leggings down her thighs and I run my fingers through her arousal.

“Do you want to do something about this,topolina?” I ask. “It could be uncomfortable to be horny inside of a car for hours. I would be happy to make you come around my dick.”

Isolde whimpers as she grabs my hand. Freezing, I worry that I went too far. She pushes my fingers into her slick cunt, and I groan as I grind my cock against her ass.

“Fuck. That’s my girl,” I growl. My thumb rolls over her clit insistently and she mewls for more. Lucas strokes his cock slowly and intently, his eyes on my hand.

“Make her come.” His voice is low, raspy, and full of desire. Fuck, he’s sexy when he’s bossy.

“Are you calling the shots again, Mr. CEO?” Isolde sasses.

Lucas smiles devilishly, and it makes me imagine really dirty things.

“Come and then bend over and grab the footboard, darlin’,” he croons. “I want to watch you take Alesso’s thick cock. Will your eyes water while your pussy swallows every inch?”

“Goddamn it, Lucas,” I groan, pulling my joggers down. My cock bounces up, showing how much precum is sliding down my shaft. It presses against her ass, and she whines in need.

“I love an alpha who makes his own lube,” he smirks.

“I think I have it covered,” Isolde cries out. I continue to pump and curl my fingers as I idly chat.

I could do this for hours, but we simply don’t have time.

“You’re strangling my fingers,topolina.Fall over the edge for your alphas. You want to please us, don’t you?”

I’m leaning into her need, and I watch her head drop back to rest on my chest as she rides my fingers.