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CHAPTER?FOURTEEN

Zeus

“H ow you doin’ there , darlin’?” I ask as Sugar stares at me from the couch in the Vegas clubhouse.

Her cherry lips twist in a lazy grin. “I’m drunk.”

“And high,” Scorpio adds. “And sexy.”

“I’m all of those things.” She giggles. “But Scorpio is high too. So I’m not sure he’s the best judge of character.”

I grin indulgently. “I don’t know. He always could pick ’em.”

“Hell, yes I can, brother.” Scorpio claps a hand on Sugar’s knee. “But I got a hell of a wobbly boot. You wanna help me get my beautiful bride to bed?”

I raise a brow, because this is entirely unlike Scorpio. “Never known you to need help before, Prez.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve never had a wedding night I didn’t wanna fuck up, before.”

“Alright, you two. Come on. Let’s get you off to bed before you hurt yourselves.”

Sugar pouts but lets me pull her to her feet.

She’d showered hours ago, scrubbed her face free of makeup and blood and changed out of her ruined dress.

She looks beautiful like this. She looks almost happy.

All the angst and turmoil of our fight with the Heathens forgotten, our kiss forgotten, she’s smiling again.

Which is all I ever want for her; to be happy.

She throws her arm around my shoulder, and Scorpio flanks her other side.

He’s drunker than I thought and sways heavily to the right, almost causing the three of us to topple.

I right them both and lead us down the hall, even though my own legs are wobbly as a sailor’s boot.

I don’t know how we make it past all of the people in one piece, but eventually, I open the door to Prez’s room and step inside.

Sugar stumbles in after me and throws her arms around my neck.

Her tits press into my rigid torso, and it’s hard not to get lost in her softness.

Scorpio shuts the door with his boot, and my eyes snap to his.

I expect to find fiery death in his gaze, but he gives me the mischievous grin I’ve seen all too often since we were prospects.

The grin that says he’s about to get up to no good.

“What’s that look about, brother?”

“Nothing. Can’t a man admire his brother and his wife getting along so well?”

“Not usually, no.”

Scorpio takes the few steps toward us and wraps his arms around us both. “Look at my perfect fuckin’ wife. Isn’t she beautiful, brother?”

Sugar sways in our arms, making us all move in some fucked up foot shuffle to avoid falling over. My gaze rolls over the beauty in my arms and my heart aches that I can’t touch her the way I want. I swallow hard and whisper, “She’s perfect.”

She smiles up at me, her bloodshot eyes sparkling with more than just liquor and coke. But I guess we’ve all imbibed too much tonight.

Scorpio echoes my words, “Perfect. Fuckin’ perfect, babe.”

She grins at Scorpio and then tilts her head back and laughs.

“Mmm.” Scorpio runs his fingers down her neck. “Don’t you want to kiss her?”

Sugar’s smile fades instantly. Fuck . Does he know? Did someone see? I dismiss that thought instantly, because while Sugar excused herself to get cleaned up earlier, I’ve been with Scorpio all night. I haven’t left his side, and I’d know if someone told him.

“Okay. We’ve all had too much to drink.” I reach up and gently pull her arms from around my neck and head for the door. “I think it’s time I left you newlyweds to it.”

“Stay,” my Prez commands. I turn and glare at him.

“Prez ...”

“I’ve seen the way you look at my wife, brother.” He grabs Sugar’s arm and yanks her in front of him. Her eyes are wide and terrified as she lifts her gaze to meet mine.

“You’re scaring her, brother.”

“Am I scaring you, baby?” Scorpio whispers against her ear. He leans down and kisses her neck, and despite her obvious fear, she arches into his touch. His hand slides up to cup her breast and he squeezes her hard. Her mouth falls open as her eyes flutter closed. “I asked you a question, woman.”

“No,” she says breathlessly.

“Don’t you wanna touch my wife, brother? Squeeze her pert little tits and hear her moan? Don’t you want to slide between her legs and feel her pretty pink pussy squeezing your cock with a death grip?"

I growl. “This is sick, Scorpio. Even for you.”

“We’ve shared women before.”

“We’ve never shared an ol’ lady before. Are you fuckin’ testing my loyalty now? Is that what this is?”

“I’m not fuckin’ testing you, brother. I’m asking if you want a taste.”

“It’s your fucking wedding night.”

“Well, I’m always up for a good time. And something tells me my beautiful bride is too.”

I shake my head. “I’m not doing this.”

Sugar frowns, trying to hide the hurt of my rejection. Jesus. How much blow did we all do ?

“Is this really what you want?” I ask her, but I need an answer from them both, so I look at my Prez to level with me. This is dangerous ground. Fucking treacherous. If he’s testing me and I fail, I’m as good as dead.

“Do you want that, babe, to feel Zeus between your silky thighs?” He slides a hand down her body and slips between her legs. Sugar moans as he works his fingers over her clit. “Do you wanna feel him shoving into your tight little pussy alongside me?”

She opens her eyes, staring directly at me. “Yes. I wanna feel you both coming inside me.”

“Yeah, you do. You want to be passed around between us like the good little slut you are. Don’t you?”

“Yes. God, yes. I want you both.” She pants as her body jerks. Her cries become louder, but before I get to see that fucking beautiful face lost to her ecstasy, Scorpio yanks his fingers from her pussy and licks them clean.

“Goddamn my wife tastes delicious. Don’t you want a taste, brother?”

Against all my reservations, I do the one thing that just might see me put to ground. “Yeah, I want a fuckin’ taste. I want it bad.”

Scorpio just smiles as he grabs the back of her neck and shoves Sugar toward me. She stumbles and leans against me, her perfect tits soft against my hard chest.

“You sure about this, darlin’? I don’t want no regrets in the morning.”

“She’s sure,” Prez says.

“I need to hear it from her.”

“I want you to fuck me, Zeus.” Her hands travel the ridges of my abdomen and come to rest over my hard on. “Please, I’m begging you to fuck me. I want you and my husband.”

“Well shit, darlin’. How can I refuse when you ask so sweetly?”

I sink to my knees and reach out tentatively.

Still afraid Prez is testing me, but if this is how I go out—with the woman I love sitting on my face—it’ll all be worth it.

I wrap my fingers around her slender ankle, rubbing my thumb across the soft flesh of her calf.

Her eyes stare down at me, needy and wanting.

I grip her ankle and lift her leg, placing it over my shoulder.

Her dress is in the way. The soft white fabric blocking my view of her pussy.

I shove it up out of the way and expose her panties, but the skirt falls back into place, and I glance at Prez.

“She’s wearing far too many fucking clothes.”

He pauses his kisses on her neck and grins up at me. “Yeah. That’s what I was thinking.”

Scorpio slides the knife from the sheath on his belt and fingers the tiny straps over her shoulder.

Fuck . He doesn’t sever the straps, though.

Instead, he bunches the material over her bust in his fist and slices through the slinky fabric, effectively cutting the dress in half.

It falls in my lap, and I shove it aside like it personally offends me.

Her cheeks are flushed bright pink, and her rosy little nipples are upturned and slightly inverted. I reach up and pinch one, causing her to throw her head back against Scorpio’s chest. He reaches down and grabs the waistband of her panties. She sucks in another sharp breath.

I shake my head. “No. I wanna take my time with these.”

Prez cocks a brow and slides the blunt end of his knife along her bare shoulder. Sugar shivers.

“Better put the knife away, Prez. I don’t think your beautiful bride is ready for play that rough. Not tonight anyway.”

“Later then.”

I chuckle. “You sick fuck.”

“Hey, she knew who she was marrying. Isn’t that right, babe?”

Her eyes meet mine and she nods, but there’s a wistfulness I haven’t seen before. Jesus. Does that mean if she’d known how I felt about her, that she wouldn’t have married my brother? I guess it doesn’t matter either way, because he’d never let me near her, not without him present.

I shake off my thoughts and concentrate on feeling, on touching, on tasting the woman I love. I run my index finger over the white lace covering her pussy and then tuck my fingers in her waist band. I peel down her panties, loving the way her sweet musk hits me as I press my nose to her bare flesh.

“Fuck. Just do it already,” Sugar hisses impatiently.

Prez and I both chuckle. “She’s a little greedy when it comes to orgasms.”

“That so?” I ask.

“Y’all just need to hurry up before I lose my nerve.”

“Well, one thing you don’t know about me, angel, is that I like to take my fuckin’ time.” I dart out my tongue slowly and slide it over her perfect cherry-red clit. “So, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna savor every second of tasting this sweet pussy.”

She threads her fingers into my hair and angles her hips to give me better access.

I wrap my arms beneath her thighs and pull her closer, unable to get enough of her taste, her sweet, hot pussy on my mouth.

Scorpio laughs as I hold her to me like a rabid wolf, possessive and fearless, all mine. Finally. All. Mine .

She moans and grips my hair tighter as I eat my fill, lapping and sucking and biting just hard enough to have her body jerking against me. She rocks her hips, and I pull away. Sugar frowns at me. “Why did you stop?”

“Come ’ere.” I lie back on the shag carpet and hold out a hand to her. Ride my face, darlin’. I wanna feel that hot little cunt smothering me.”

She looks at Scorpio for confirmation, but he just grins and takes a seat on the nearby lounge. “Better do what he says, wifey.”

She bites her lip and takes my hand, gently straddling my shoulders and positioning herself over my face.

I grip the globes of her ass and shove her down on my face.

She gasps, and I growl as I greedily eat her slick cunt.

Fuck, she tastes and smells like heaven, and I could die right here a happy man.

She rocks her hips into my face. I slide one hand possessively up her back, feeling the sweat collecting there.

I guess Scorpio got tired of watching, because I feel him beside me, towering over us both.

There’s an angry, jealous look on his face, and for a heartbeat I think he’s going to rip her away from me and put a bullet in us both, but he threads his hand in her hair and yanks her head back.

She whimpers, her hips still rocking against my face.

Her pussy still seeking pleasure. I devour her, furiously, afraid he’ll take her away before I get to taste her climax, but he leans in and takes her mouth with his, effectively swallowing her moan.

Mine .

I’ve never wanted to kill a man so much in my life, but I want to drive my knife into my brother’s skull, it’s all I can think about. Sugar is mine. She always has been, from the second I saw her.

Her body writhes and jerks against me, and then she’s flooding my mouth with her sweet juices, and I can’t do a thing but lap them up and pray this isn’t the last time I’ll get to taste her.

Scorpio releases her and she’s a whimpering, shuddering mess.

A throaty giggle bubbles out of her mouth, as she falls back against my chest. Her head resting on my painful cock.

“That was ... holy shit. No one has ever eaten me like that.”

I laugh. “Hear that, Prez? Wifey loves my mouth more than yours.”

“As long as she takes my dick at the same time, she can have your mouth whenever she wants.”

“Like this?” She reaches for him, stroking his hard on through his leathers.

He closes his eyes, and she slips her free hand under her head and strokes me through my jeans.

Fuck . I’m gonna lose it if I let her keep doing that.

Scorpio pulls her to her knees, and I come up on mine behind her.

Brushing her hair off her neck, I cup her nape and lean in, kissing that sweet spot below her ear.

She tilts her head. I slide a hand around her shoulder and squeeze her gorgeous tits.

For a half second, I imagine them full of milk, her belly round, distended with my kid.

Jesus, Zeus . Never gonna happen . Because even though Prez is in a sharing mood now, it doesn’t mean this is ever going to be more than a one-time thing.

Scorpio unzips his fly and takes out his dick. Shoving it into her mouth. She gags and I grip her hair and gently ease her head back and forth. If I control it, he’ll go a little easier on her.

Prez groans, and I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back against me, separating her pussy and lining my fat cock up against her.

I let her ride me as I slide my hand around her front and play with her cherry-red clit.

She groans around Prez’s dick and he pistons his hips forward, shoving deeper with every thrust. Sugar’s moans let me know she’s close.

I use my other hand to wrap around her and pinch her nipple.

Her tight pussy clenches around me, milking my dick, and my own orgasm rips through me much faster than I want, or can even really fathom.

Fuck . I’ve been known to last all night, and one minute with this fucking gorgeous bitch and I’m coming like a teenager on prom night.

Thank fuck I’m not the only one, because Prez comes down her throat a beat after me.

Sugar swallows and releases him with a pop.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I lean back on one arm and stroke my free hand over Sugar’s back. Sweat beads against her skinas she rides out the rest of her high, drawing more milky cum from my dick. I thrust my hips gently in time with her and she tightens around my cock again.

I lock eyes with Scorpio. He stands there watching the two of us. I can’t get a read on his expression, but I’m too fucking high on her cunt to care.

“You like fucking my wife, brother?”

“Yeah. I love fucking your wife, almost as much as I love fucking my new sister.” I chuckle and pull her down with me, so she’s stretched out against my chest, my front to her back.

She laughs too, which makes my balls tighten and my dick grow hard again.

I wonder if Scorpio will be up for another round of me fucking his beautiful wife.