Page 27 of What’s Left of Us (What Left #3)

“You have to turn around.”

He’s ignoring me, standing by the grave. It’s sunny instead of cloudy, and that feels like the weather is mocking me again. Doesn’t the sun know the world is darker without my Alastair in it?

I keep trying to walk over to him, but the cemetery feels so much bigger than I remember.

We paid for the plot, Vinny and I. The prison wanted to do a cremation and simple grave if there was no one to claim the body, but we claimed it.

They wouldn’t let me see the body. I wanted to. I needed to prove to myself that he’s truly gone. Vinny went back long enough to argue with the doctor, but ultimately they convinced us that we didn’t want to remember him that way. If he meant something to us, we wanted to remember the good.

“Alastair!” I yell, my voice carrying across the empty space. No one else is here. I stumble, and as I catch myself on the wet grass I realize I’m wearing a long black dress.

It’s raining again, and the sunshine is gone. My voice sounds sadder when I speak. “Alastair?”

He’s still facing away from me, wearing the orange jumpsuit of all things. His hair somehow remains dry despite the rain, and I move closer. He’s not getting wet, but my low cut dress feels heavy and soaked, like going through the funeral all over again.

As I reach out to touch him, he turns. His eyes don’t focus on me, in fact they don’t focus on anything. The vivid green and deep brown I’m familiar with are cloudy, and he doesn’t look on me or even look down. “You didn’t follow my clues.”

“W-what?” I ask, stumbling back. I trip on the skirt, falling into the mud, and my hands catch on something.

A box? No… the coffin. I look down and it’s the fancy coffin we buried him in. It’s in the dirt now, but here it’s still in the same spot on the grass.

“My clues,” he says, and I don’t understand what he’s saying. My eyes move to the tombstone, and it’s still blank. He’s not even labeled. “On the walls. I never said anything I didn’t mean.”

“You admitted to killing people you didn’t!” I scream, looking up at him. He’s turned now, his unfocused gaze eerie as I stare at him.

Then I’m screaming again, because the jumpsuit is stained. Stained red with blood, and there’s two gunshot wounds in his chest.

“Wake up!”

I scramble back from him, but Alastair doesn’t move. He still faces me, but there’s no fight in him. No affliction in his voice, no emotion, no hate. He’s just… there.

Like a ghost, watching but unable to interact with me.

“Jo!”

I jolt awake, instinctively lashing out to push away whoever's touching me. My hand connects with something and it shocks me, my eyes widening as I scramble back from the source.

I’m in bed, the sun’s gone down. I’m still wearing my loungewear from earlier, and Sterling is standing in the room.

The bathroom door tears open as Vinny appears. There’s water dripping down his body, and he’s not wearing a towel. “I told you to give me one second to wake her!”

Sterling’s cheek is red, and he looks with wide eyes between us. “She was screaming!”

“So was I,” Vinny snaps, pacing across the room. I’m trying to still wake up, and it’s wild looking between Sterling in his streetwear and Vinny completely naked as he storms over and sits beside me. “You don’t listen well, agent.”

Swallowing, Sterling looks between the two of us. “I - I didn’t mean any harm.”

Vinny nods, cupping my cheek. His hand is damp, and he brushes his thumb across my skin. “You were crying.”

I’m not that surprised, but I reach up and touch the other side of my face anyway to check. He’s right. I shift my gaze from him to Sterling. “That’s why you woke me?”

He shrugs, brushing the back of his head. “Vinny let me in a while ago, said you were sleeping and he wanted to shower before you got up. I was downstairs and I heard you.”

I nod, glancing towards my husband. “He was only trying to help.”

“I know that,” Vinny says, glancing up at Sterling. The red mark on his cheek is fading a little, and Sterling’s eyes keep jumping around the room as he avoids looking at us. It occurs to me that he rarely sees Vinny in all his gorgeous naked glory because I’m in between them.

It shouldn’t, but it amuses me. The corner of my mouth hooks up as I watch him watch my husband, and it doesn’t seem to bother Vinny at all as he leans back on the bed, propping one elbow up as he stares at Sterling.

Vinny is covered in tattoos from his neck down, and I trace my fingers across his bare skin. Having my other two men here in the room with me helps to block out the nightmare of losing Alastair.

“You don’t always have to look nervous with us,” Vinny says with a chuckle. “This isn’t new anymore. Wanna show him what he’s denying himself, Jo?”

I nod, glancing at Sterling again. A lot of feelings threaten to bubble up as I stare at him, and I swallow them down when Vinny winds his fingers through my hair. My gaze drops to my husband’s lap, his cock already hard despite the cool air and the water drying on his skin.

Seeing Sterling threatens to overwhelm me.

I’m so angry with how a lot of things went down the past few weeks, but at the same time, I don’t blame him.

He tried to offer us a way to catch a glimpse at Alastair’s life, and when things turned deadly he defended Alastiar by shooting Wallsburg. I can’t fault him for that.

My thoughts scatter when the tip of Vinny’s cock brushes my lips, and I roll onto my stomach before opening my mouth. He pushes into my mouth right away, tickling my throat, and I gag as I adjust to take him.

His hand reaches back, sliding beneath the waistband of my shorts to cup my ass. The band of his ring is cool against my skin and makes me shiver when Vinny speaks. “Are you watching or joining tonight, Sterling?”

For once, he doesn’t need added encouragement. He moves past where I can see and I close my eyes, letting my husband’s grip on the back of my head guide my motions. I don’t want to have to think right now, not when the two of them know how to make me feel so much better than good.

“There’s my girl,” Vinny moans, and he shifts from his side to his back. I follow his movement, hands behind me moving to my waist and following my body. Sterling. “Should I let him fuck you while you suck on me?”

I nod as my head bounces, and I feel Sterling’s hands digging into my hips, then dragging the shorts down my legs. There’s nothing beneath like usual, and he moans behind me as his hands knead my ass.

Vinny strokes my hair back behind my shoulders, and I follow the rhythm he sets and let my mind turn off. Anything to get the nightmares to disappear will work, and he knows how to shut off my brain better than anyone else.

He says something that seems to be meant for Sterling, because I can hear his response but I don’t bother to focus on the words. I’m prepared for Sterling to slide inside me and get me off once or twice while I focus on Vinny, and then maybe they’ll let me drift back to sleep.

Sterling’s hands disappear, and I feel his weight shift off the bed. My instinct is to look and see what he’s doing, but Vinny keeps his grip firm on my head and speeds up, his cock diving deep into my throat.

“Patience, darling. He’ll be back in just a moment, and we’ll make you feel so good.”

I don’t argue, humming around him, and my eyes drift closed. These two are more than capable of taking me somewhere blissful, and it should be enough to quiet the noise in my head.

Then he’s behind me again as Vinny adjusts, resting completely on his back with the pillows propped behind him.

Sterling shifts behind me, guiding my hips until I tuck my legs so I’m more kneeled than lying on my stomach.

It changes the angle of Vinny’s cock as it taps against my throat again, and I moan when Sterling teases my ass with those piercings.

Once Sterling is inside me, he always loses the bit of nerves he starts with. I feel his hands parting my legs as Vinny massages my scalp, and I’m prepared for him to shaft me -

I squeal around Vinny when a tongue slides across my ass before dipping lower, Sterling pushing and shifting behind me until I feel his body land beside me.

We never disconnect. My mouth stays on Vinny as Sterling all but lifts me over his face, and then his tongue is playing with my clit before slipping inside me and I completely lose focus on getting my husband off.

Vinny sighs. “You two look pretty together. Add a finger to her pussy, Sterling. She loves that.”

I shiver between them, Vinny never letting up on my head. I slide a hand down to cup his balls, stroking my fingers over them as he moans. It makes me grind down on Sterling’s face, and he moans back.

I’m definitely not going to last long this way. I don’t think I’ll ever want to give head again if I can’t get my pussy eaten out at the same time. These two are going to truly turn me into a glutton for sex.

Sterling hums, adding another finger to me. I whimper and try to speed up my pace, rocking harder against Sterling’s face as I bob my head faster on Vinny.

“So fucking eager, darling,” Vinny grunts, sliding his hand from my hair to the back of my neck. It makes my pussy tighten any time his hand tightens around my throat, but it has to be his hand. “You feel too good right now taking me deep. Choke for me again and Sterling might let you cum.”

I moan, peering up towards Vinny through strands of my hair.

He doesn’t push it out of the way, watching me instead, and my pussy clenches around Sterling’s fingers again as he shifts his attention back to my clit.

It’s a huge tease, keeping me right on the edge, and somehow both of them seem to know it.

Vinny grunts then, tightening his grip on my neck as he thrusts deep into my throat. I gasp around him, feeling his cock twitch in my throat and I know he wants me to swallow. Hollowing my cheeks I suck harder, and he curses in Italian as he thrusts into me a few times.