Page 54 of Southpaw Slots
“Doubt that. Not if we do the sort of workout we just did.”
“Ha, true.” Sitting up, he rubs his perfect hair into place, then asks, “You showering first?”
“I usually do, but if you want it, I can go to another?—”
“Nah, nah. You can use it. I’ll go grab some pancakes and shower after.” He tosses on some shorts, then pauses at the door while I gather myself to head to the bathroom. “I’m, uh. I like you being here, Willow.”
Snorting, I nod. “Thanks, maverick.”
After breakfast and heading to my drop-off spots, I stop by the shop for the updates, but my mind is far from where I stand. Plus, being around Garg and Murph and all these guys makes my stomach twist into a huge knot. I can’timaginethe shit they’d give me ifthey knew I just blew my girlfriend’s husband. That I drank his cum.Fuck, that hefed me mine.
In the light of the day, everything seems wrong and weird. Like I just did something I shouldn’t have done. But also, something I had to do. Maybe even a thing I wanted.
“Hand me that wrench,” Rogue says, and I almost jump out of my own skin at the intrusion in my thoughts. Can he see what I did written on my face? As I hand it to him, I feel my cheeks burn with embarrassment. “The fuck’s wrong with you?”
“Uh, what? Nothing.” Busying myself with the tally sheet, I go over any leftover weapons that I need to take care of tomorrow.
“Steele, man. You’ve missed, like, two meetings now. People are getting restless. Theyneedto hear from you. What’s up with your plan?”
I whip around to face a disgruntled Garg, his arms crossed over his hairy belly, and a pacing Jaws, who tosses a lit cigarette near the oil like a fucking moron. Stomping it out with my boot, I give him a pointed look and tell them, “I’ll be there tomorrow.” Clearing my throat, I command, “And I’m bringing my senator friend.”
Murph’s red head turns and gives me a surprised look. “Oh?”
“Yeah. Figured it would do us all good to have him there.”
Jaws’s eyebrow narrows. “Just how fucking cozy are you with the pompous prick?”
“He’s not—” I stop. Not knowing what to say.
It irritates me, the way the words spew from Jaws’s mouth. He doesn’t even know Ace. Of course, he could be dead-on and I’m in too deep now to see things clearly. I feel off. Like I’ve put on a new body and my old self is trying to fill it, but the fit isn’t quite right.
Just when I consider giving up the entire charade, going back to my apartment and therealme, a text pops through. It’s a picture of Ari with her shirt pulled up, straddling Ace as she sits on his lap. She’s smiling for the camera as he bites down on one of her large nipples, flashing his white teeth and giving me that look…the one that would get anyone to vote for him. The message says,
Ari
Hurry home. We need you.
And within that brief moment, I’ve decided. No matter what it takes, or how long. Even if I debase myself in ways I haven’t since I was sixteen, there’s no way in hell I’m giving up. I’m seeing this entire thing through to the end.
Asa Donovan and his wife will be mine.
FIFTEEN
ASA
He busts through the door like something’s on fire, but all the flames have settled in his eyes. Biting my bottom lip to keep from laughing, I give my wife’s cunt another lick and she leans back on the desk and pants out, “Hey, Wyatt. We missed you.”
Frozen like he just caught us doing something bad, his hand sticks to the doorknob as I stroke my tongue through her wetness, then bite on her clit until she screams. Shaking my head between her thighs, I get every bit of her tasty juices on my face, then sit back on my knees and say, “Come lick her with me. Help me eat my wife’s pussy.”
That’s all he needs to slam the door closed, tossing off his shirt and his pants as he walks around the desk, then drops to his knees next to me. Arianna laces her fingers through our hair and squeezes our heads together. Her eyelids lower as she watches us taketurns giving her pleasure. I’ve been stroking myself slowly, just waiting for him to get home, and the sight of him so eager to be with us makes me throb in my hand.
Wyatt’s tongue spends time on her hole, but I grow impatient and miss her scent. Shoving in next to him, we lick together, our tongues colliding as we suck and fuck her with our two mouths. “Boys…boys…I’m gonna come.”
Lifting my chin up to her, I say, “Do it, empress. Come all over our faces as we worship you together.”
As I suck on her clit, I catch Wyatt’s bottom lip with it, pulling both of them into my mouth as he strokes around my face with his tongue. Oddly, the feeling of his warm, Wyatt-scented breaths makes me harder until I jerk myself rapidly, his hairy thigh jiggling next to mine as he does the same.
“Asa!” my wife screams as she erupts. Both Wyatt and I pause for a moment, until Wyatt sticks his tongue inside her hole to drink her pleasure. I guess he’s going to let it go that she saidmyname. But some fucking force within me rears up from deep inside my soul. Like I need to take care of herandhim. I don’t want him to feel left out and alone. He belongs with us.