“You’re perfect in all the ways that count.”
I pin him with a sultry look, one that says, “you are so getting laid,” conveying everything with the heat in my eyes, because I can’t articulate those thoughts with innocent little eyes and ears around.
Galen’s eyes darken with sheer lust, and I rush out of the room, desperate to bathe my daughter and get lunch over and done with so I can put my sexy plan into action.
Chapter 2
Harlow
“POPS!” RORA RACES across the hardwood floor of Theo’s office, making a beeline for my husband. I lounge against the door, hoping we haven’t interrupted him in the middle of something important.
Last year, Diesel promoted Theo to head of the information and technology department within VERO. It was a massive promotion. One he thoroughly deserved, and I couldn’t be prouder of all he’s achieved. The only downside is he now has to work out of their Washington, D.C., headquarters building at least two to three days a week. It’s too far to drive every day and too expensive to use daily private jets, so Theo flies business class to D.C. on Tuesdays, returning home on Thursday nights.
We bought a penthouse apartment in the city so at least he has some place to call home while he’s there. On the odd occasion, I’ve gone to D.C. with him. I enjoy exploring the city during the day while he works and basking in his undivided attention at night. But I don’t like being away from the kids for long, so I’ve only done it a couple of times. Caz keeps him company sometimes as well, and the kids are used to all of us coming and going at different times.
We built on at the back of the house last year, after Theo got his promotion, extending the kitchen-slash-dining room, adding a playroom for the kids, and a second home office for Theo. The original office is shared between the rest of us. While we largely spend our days at our respective businesses, we still need a place to do some additional work from home. And Galen takes care of the accounts for my fitness center and the two garages Saint and Caz jointly own, so he needed space to work from home.
Theo removes the headphones from his ears, setting them down on the desk before swiveling in his chair. Rora barrels into him, and he lifts her, throwing her up into the air.
Her giggles reverberate throughout the room. “Again, Pops!”
He buries his head in her hair, hugging her little body tight to his chest. “Why do you smell like you’ve just had a bath?” he asks, standing.
“Because I just did, silly,” she says, like it’s normal to have a bath in the middle of the day, during the height of summer when most days are spent in and out of the pool.
He tosses her up high in the air. Her squeals tickle my eardrums, and I smile. “It sounds like someone was up to mischief.” Theo waggles his brows, and she bats her eyelashes, flashing him the biggest, most innocent smile, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
“Someone decided it would be fun to dump a bag of flour over her head,” I explain, pushing off the door and walking toward them. Though I doubt Rora will do it again. Not after the ordeal we just endured trying to get it all out.
“Fireheart.” Theo shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “What are we going to do with you? Hmm?” He kisses her cheek.
“Love me?” Rora says, batting her eyelashes, and I choke on a laugh.
The adoring look Theo gives her melts every part of me. “You are already loved, Rora.” He dots kisses all over her face. “So, so much.”
“I love you too, Pops.” Miraculously, she snuggles into the crook of his neck, snaking her chubby arms around him. They have a special bond, and I know how much it pleases Caz that his biological daughter is particularly drawn to his lover.
“Any of that lovin’ left to go around?” I joke as I come up in front of them.
“Always plenty of love for my wife,” Theo says, opening his arm and pulling me into their embrace. We kiss, and a soft palm adheres to my cheek.
“When I gwo up, I’m gonna be just like Mommy,” Rora says. “I’m gonna have lots and lots of hu-bands.”
We break apart, and I smile at my daughter. “I hope you are as lucky as me.”
Theo and I exchange a look, and in his hazel eyes I see the boy I have loved since I was fourteen. I tuck his hair behind one ear, marveling at how young he still looks. It’s like he hasn’t changed at all. He still wears his hair to the base of his neck, despite the shade they throw at him at VERO HQ, and he still has the same toned lean build. The others work out religiously in the gym, but apart from a daily swim, Theo is content with his slighter build.
“We might need to put a limit on that number,” Theo murmurs, carefully setting Rora on the ground. He tightens his arm around my waist, pulling me in closer to his side. “I have a feeling Saintly will struggle to deal with even one.”
“You’re not wrong,” I agree, watching Rora grab hold of Theo’s hand. “He’s already so protective of both of them.” I glance over my shoulder at his desk. “Can you join us for lunch, or are we interrupting?”
Theo presses a kiss to my temple. “I always have time for family lunch. I’ve got thirty minutes before my next con call.”
“C’mon then, Pops.” Rora tugs on his hand, dragging him forward.
“How was work?” Theo asks as we walk out of his office side by side.
“Busy. And the waiting list is growing by the day. Jazz and I met with an architect and a representative from a construction company this morning to discuss plans to extend.”
When I graduated from Brown, I leased a building in Providence and set up my fitness center. It’s no ordinary fitness center. For starters, it’s for women only. And as well as the usual fitness classes and standard gym, we offer self-defense classes and boxing, and we have a small shooting range out back. Recently, we partnered with a local sexual assault charity to offer support services to their members.
Four years ago, when the lease on the building went up for sale, I purchased it so I can do what I like with the property. Hence why my comanager—Jazz—and I set up the meeting today. If we add more square footage, we can accept more new members. “I hate turning anyone down. Not when they need it.”
I fully believe self-defense should be on the curriculum, as a general class, within schools, but until that happens, I am doing all I can to prepare young girls to cope in a world that is growing increasingly violent. A couple of times a year, I speak at local schools and colleges about the importance of self-defense and how it’s imperative to be able to protect yourself in our current society.
As soon as my girls are old enough, I’ll be teaching them everything I know.
“Are you going to go ahead with it?” Theo asks as we enter the kitchen.
“I hope so, but I need Galen to crunch the numbers for me first.” The business part of my brain says it would be unintelligent to expand if the cost isn’t covered by forecasted new memberships, but the compassionate part says screw the money. We can afford to take a hit. We are lucky we are comfortable with plenty of money. We still haven’t used much out of my inheritance, and while Galen dipped into his savings to build us a vacation home on the grounds of his old home back in Prestwick, he has plenty left over. Theo’s high salary more than covers our entire living expenses so the money the rest of us brings in mainly goes into our savings account.
I feel so fortunate, which is why it really doesn’t matter what Galen’s financial analysis unearths. I’m expanding even if it means we lose money on the build.
“Let’s not pretend anything I show you will make a difference,” Galen says, handing a bowl of salad to Bishop. “You’re going to do it regardless.”
“You’re right. I am.” I love how well he knows me. How well they all know me. “I don’t care about the money. I want to help as many girls and women as I can. That’s the only thing that matters.”
Rora lets go of Theo’s hand, looping her arm through Luna’s as they head outdoors. I glance through the open double doors, seeing Galen has set the tab
le outside for lunch al fresco. My favorite.
“I’m proud of you,” Theo says, reeling me into his arms.
“We all are,” Galen says, coming up behind me. He brushes my dark hair to one side, dusting kisses against my neck.
Theo smothers my lustful groan with his hot mouth, and I cling to his arms as Galen holds my hips from behind. Theo is the first to break our embrace. “We better stop before we reach the point of no return.”
“Spoilsport.” I fake pout even though I know he’s right.
“I need you, angel,” Galen says against my ear. “It’s been too long. Saintly can fuck off if he thinks he’s hogging you tonight. I’m claiming dibs.”
“I was planning on asking Theo to watch the kids so we could have a quickie,” I say, craning my head back, watching Galen’s eyes light up. “But he has a con call.”
“I can watch them after my call,” Theo offers. “If you make it worth my while,” he adds, flashing me a wicked grin.
Every nerve ending sparks to life in my body as I turn to face him. I can’t remember the last time we had sexy time during the day, and I need zero convincing. I plant my hands on his hard chest, pressing my body against his. “Trust me, I’ll make it worth your while.”
Theo grins. “Then we have a deal.”
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“Oh my God,” I exclaim as Galen pushes me back against the locked door of my master suite. It’s situated on the upper level of our house, with soundproofed walls, for a reason. The other six bedrooms are on the level below, so no one hears a sound of what goes on in here. I still alternate my bed partners between my husbands, but Saint has been claiming that spot more regularly lately.
I try not to think about the reasons for that as Galen’s mouth descends on mine, because he deserves my full attention. His hands are desperate, his lips greedy, as he brutalizes my mouth while ripping my yoga pants and panties down my legs. I yank his running shorts down over his hips, freeing his monster cock and licking my lips.
“Need you now, angel,” he says, lifting me by the waist and positioning his length against my entrance.
“Wait!” I shriek when I feel him nudging against me. “Condom.” His heavy sigh says it all. “Galen.”
Slowly, he lowers me to my feet, bending down to fully remove his shorts. “It’s okay. I get it, and I want this for Saint. For both of you, but I fucking hate wearing condoms again. I miss being inside you with no barrier.”
“It won’t be forever.”
I hope.
Because things aren’t exactly going according to plan.
Removing my sneakers, I kick my yoga pants away as Galen strides to the bedside table where I keep our sex toys and supplies stash.
“It’s fine. I’m being selfish.” He removes a foil packet from the drawer.
I pull my top off over my head as I walk toward the bed. “It’s natural to be selfish, and I know you love your cousin.”
“I do.” He whips his top off, letting it join the rest of our clothes on the floor. “And I love you.” Unsnapping my bra, he flings it aside, and a shudder works its way through me as he palms my breasts in his large hands, his fingers flicking my nipples until they are hardened peaks. “So fucking much.” His lips claim mine in a softer kiss this time, and I cling to him as he explores my mouth with his tongue. When he pushes me down flat on the bed, I spread my legs, anticipation building as he crawls over me.
He kneels, rolling the condom over his length. “I wish I had time to worship you. To go slow.”
“But we both know the kids won’t give us long before they come looking for us. Even with Theo entertaining them,” I say, flattening my hands on his chiseled abs as he lines up his cock at my pussy. “Besides, hard and fast is our thing, so fuck my brains out, Galen. Remind me of all the reasons why I’m yours.”
And he does. Meeting my demand with every powerful surge of his hips as he thrusts inside me, over and over again.
Chapter 3
Harlow
“DAMN IT,” THEO hisses, when an incoming call flashes on the screen of his laptop, as I kneel between his bare legs underneath the desk. His shorts are pooled at his ankles, his thighs spread wide, and my mouth hovers over his erect cock, ready to reward him for taking babysitting duty so I could fuck Galen. “I’ve got to take this,” he says over a resigned sigh.
My fingers curl around his throbbing length. “So take it.” I flash him a devilish grin. “I can be quiet.”
He stares at me as I slowly start pumping him in my hand, and I see the conflict on his face. The professional in him doesn’t want to take this phone call while I’m pleasuring him, but he’s horny and primed to explode, and he needs this.
“Answer it,” I demand, taking the decision out of his hands.
He presses a button on the side of his earpiece. “Diesel. What’s up?”
Oh, this just got a whole lot more interesting.
Screw toning it down.
I am so having my fun with this.
My tongue darts out, swiping the crown of Theo’s cock, and he jolts in the chair, eyes widening as he cautions me with a warning look. Ignoring him, I lower my lips over his hard length, grazing my teeth against his velvety-soft skin as I move up and down his erection.
“Uh-huh,” he croaks, his hips automatically thrusting into my mouth as I suck him deeper. “I, ah, sent you that report last night. Didn’t you get it?”
I quicken my pace, pulling the skin on his dick taut as my fingers curl around the base of his shaft and I pump him with my hand as my mouth works him over nice and good.
“I’ll resend it,” he all but shouts as I suction my lips hard against his length. “I’m fine,” he adds after a couple of beats, shooting me with another loaded look, which I ignore. His eyes roll in his head as I take him to the back of my throat, stretching my mouth wide to take all of him. “Yes. Sure,” he pants as I purposely make a loud slurping sound.
He makes a slicing motion with his hand against his throat, warning me to cut it out, but this is the most fun I’ve had in ages, and I’m not about to stop now. I pretend to behave, fixing him with a fake obedient look as my lips move quietly up and down his length, and the fear on his face drops a few notches.
He nods his head as he listens to whatever Diesel is saying, closing his eyes briefly as he instinctively spreads his thighs a little wider. With my free hand, I quickly uncap the lube, coating my index finger in the liquid. “I can take a look into that. How—” A strangled sound rips from his mouth when I shove my finger into his ass, pumping it in and out as I glide my mouth up and down his length with renewed purpose. I make loud slurping noises, adding a few moans and groans for extra effect, stifling the laughter bubbling beneath the surface of my chest when I spot the horrified look on Theo’s face.
There is no way Diesel doesn’t know what’s going down now.
Theo’s balls tighten, his cock straining as precum leaks from the tip, and I sense he’s close. He knows he can’t stop this, and I think he could happily murder me right now—even if I am the cause of his imminent pleasure.
“I, ah.” He groans into the phone, and I push my finger up farther in his ass until I feel his prostate. “I’ll call you back,” he roars into the phone, seconds before he detonates in my mouth, shooting ropes of salty cum down my throat. His hips jerk as he empties his seed in my mouth, and I can’t keep the grin off my face. His dick makes a popping sound as I finally release him, sitting back on my ankles, waiting to be reprimanded.
“You.” He pulls me up onto his lap. “Are going to pay for that.” He nips at my earlobe, tugging on it. “Such a naughty, naughty girl.” He cups my already damp crotch through my yoga pants. “Diesel totally knows what you were doing.”
I arch a brow. “That was the point.”
“I’m supposed to be a professional.” He pushes the heel of his hand into my crotch, rubbing me through the material of my clothes.
I squirm on his lap, wrapping my arms a
round his neck. “You are a professional. Me blowing you while you’re working doesn’t change that fact.”
“I’d rather my boss didn’t know the details of my sex life.” He narrows his eyes as he continues teasing my pussy.
“It’s not like he’s a saint. I happen to know, for a fact, he regularly fucks Denise in his office. On the desk, against the windows, on top of—”
He clamps his hand over my mouth. “TMI, babe.” I snicker. “At least now I know what you ladies talk about when you’re together.”
Diesel married Denise six years ago and they have twin three-year-old daughters. I warmed to her instantly, and we’re good friends. Even though we don’t have much time to meet in person—what with her living in D.C.—we talk weekly by phone. She knows all about my history with Diesel, and it never fazed her that we slept together in the past. She’s good people.
“Sex, sex, and more sex,” I joke, leaning down to kiss him.
“I love tasting my cum on your tongue,” he murmurs against my lips as his hand breaches the band on my pants, sliding underneath my panties. A whimper escapes my mouth as his fingers part my folds, and he slides two digits inside my wet warmth. “But not as much as I love tasting your cum on my tongue.”
I shriek as he lifts me off him, yanks my pants and panties down, and sets me against the edge of the desk.
“Spread ’em, queenie,” he commands, his eyes darkening with lust as his gaze zeros in on my bare pussy.
I do as I’m told, parting my thighs and gripping the edge of the desk as his hot tongue flattens against my clit, and it’s not long before I’m falling apart again.
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“Honey, I’m home!” Caz calls out a few hours later as I’m setting the dining table for dinner. Theo is helping Galen in the kitchen, and the kids are plonked in front of the TV watching cartoons.
“Hey, queenie,” my giant teddy bear of a husband says as he enters the room. “Miss me?” he asks before lifting me up and swinging me around. I giggle. Caz has the same routine every day when he and Saint return from work, and I love it, finding familiarity in his words and the comfort of knowing I get a warm embrace every day. Placing my feet on the ground, he bundles me into a hug. “Heads-up,” he whispers in my ear. “He hasn’t forgotten what time of the month it is. He’s on a mission.”
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