Chapter 19

Chapter Nineteen Scar

Soft music playsfrom my phone as I tuck Roe into bed and climb in next to her. A soft smile plays on my lips. She really has come so far. I can’t believe we’re already talking about sending her to elementary school. The few months after we brought her home with us, she couldn’t sleep alone. For a few months after that, she couldn’t fall asleep unless someone was laying with her until she was out. Nowadays, she can put herself to bed like a champ.

Even though she doesn’t need it anymore, she gives me a huge smile when I cuddle into bed next to her. I want to soak up these moments of her still being small, still wanting us close to her.

“You’re staying?” she asks in a small but thrilled voice.

“I’ve missed cuddles with my favorite girl,” I tell her honestly, stroking her hair back from her face.

A big yawn overtakes her expression and I smile, enjoying every bit of this small moment between us. “Will I get to live with you again soon?”

Her question breaks my heart. Her transition was never going to be easy, not after everything she was forced to endure at such a young age. All the turmoil and upheaval of our lives haven’t made it any easier on her. Just when she thought she found her forever home, we shipped her off to Charlene and Joe. Then, she got used to being there only for us to relocate all of them and put them into hiding.

I still have a lot of doubts about how good of a mom I could ever really be, but the thing about Roe is she makes me want to try. Makes me want to do and be better. To give her everything I couldn’t give my sisters. Everything she should have gotten from her birth parents and didn’t.

“Yeah, sweet girl,” I whisper. “We’re going to all be together soon,” I promise her.

She smiles, fully trusting in every word I say and that pulls at something deep in my soul. The love and trust she puts in me. To hold such a fragile flower’s life in my hands. It makes the evil of this world that crushes that innocence all the more confusing to me.

“Will you sing to me, Momma?”

“Always, sweet girl.” Her eyes flutter as she fights sleep, but it takes less than one of her favorite songs before she’s completely out, a soft, light snore filling the air between us.

I lay with her for several minutes longer, soaking in her innocence, her resilience, her strength that is so different from my own. She somehow managed to retain her innocence even after being abused so violently.

It’s like trying to extricate myself from an octopus when I do decide to climb out of her bed. Her little legs are intertwined with my own, and her arms are tightly wrapped around my neck, gripping tighter every time I try to move. Even in her sleep, she knows what she wants.

I grab my phone and text Noah to ask for backup. He appears in the doorway only moments later. “I thought you might need help,” he whispers, smiling widely. He helps me slip out of Roe’s grasp and replaces my neck with one of her favorite stuffed animals. I roll my eyes when I see he chose the dolphin he won for her.

Maybe it wasn’t that she was able to retain her innocence, maybe we were all able to give just a little of it back to her by loving her and treating her like the baby girl she still is. The thought brings me some peace, softens one of the hard, jaded edges that has brought not only me, but others around me, pain for a long time.

We slip out of her room quickly and head to the office. I was surprised when the guys allowed Charles to follow them there, even if it was reluctantly. No more surprised than they were when Roe showed up and I didn’t freak out, I’m sure.

Despite what Luca may believe, based on the dirty looks he couldn’t help but throw my way, I hadn’t planned it. However, I could have called it off once Charles had shown up and made the decision not to. I want my girl home. With us. Always.

If we continue to hide her, we’ll never get to that point, never be able to put her in public school, pick her up and drop her off normally. I’d rather claim her as ours, blanket her in the protection our name alone gives her, and slaughter every enemy that ever thinks they could use her as a pawn to hurt us.

Noah and I walk into the office and go through the open doors to our real work domain. An awkward and tense silence hangs in the air, no one in the room looking at one another. All except Declan, who has one side of his mouth tilted up in just the slightest suggestion of a smile. He’s enjoying this a little too much. Of course, he’s the one that has the easiest time accepting Charles. He understands him in a way none of the other guys can.

Maybe in a way even I can’t.

My stomach turns as I remember the story of his fiancée. How easily that could have been me. Had I not found Kade and Luca to keep me afloat. If Charles hadn’t pulled strings behind the scenes.

I clear my throat as we walk into the room in an attempt to break the silence. It hangs heavily in the air, feels almost wrong to break it.

“So,” I drag out the words carefully, swinging my hands in front of me to clasp them together. “Any thoughts on how to find the last two men?”

Noah squeezes my shoulder as he brushes past me to get to his favorite computer on the left side of the room. He hits a few buttons, the clacks of each press loud in the silence that follows my words. Thanks for that assholes.

“Here’s the list we were working off of,” he explains as he pulls up the familiar color-coded data sheet. “This is the updated book thanks to Romano’s records.” The new list is much shorter, but not color-coded. Still too long to work through one by one. Though they should all die. Every name in that book is as good as dead as far as I’m concerned.

That will take longer though. I couldn’t buy enough cops, judges, and agents to make that many influential deaths go unnoticed. Revenge first. Housekeeping after.

How sweet it will be when they start to realize they’re being worked through, one by one. I wonder if they’ll know why they all have death knocking at their doors? Will they figure it out? Go into hiding? Wouldn’t that be fun?

I shake my head. Focus. One plan at a time.

“Are there any links between those names and CGK?”

Noah shakes his head in answer. “Not yet, anyway. I’m still going through records, but nothing has been a hit yet. It could still happen.”

“I don’t think it’s likely,” Charles adds. “Everything we recovered from CGK’s files has been embezzled finances and expenses used directly to find you. I think the only reason he used that account to purchase the house is because it was a snap decision where he didn’t have time to move his other funds around. I’d bet whatever else was there also had to do with trafficking. And of course, he would view Romano as a connection to you, but it’s still a unique situation.” He shakes his head, a million thoughts running across his face. “I can’t see him tying anyone else related to that night into his business to find you.” He gets this strained look on his face as his gaze drops to the floor. “I, umm, I don’t think he would want to share you after all the work and money he’s put into finding you.” His eyes meet mine. “He always felt like you were meant to be his.”

The sick words etch their meaning against my soul. The rightness of them making my stomach turn as icy blue eyes flash behind my eyelids. I force air in and out of my lungs. I shake my hands out and feel a semblance of calm settling over me when Luca presses against my back.

A caustic chuckle slips out as I shake my head. “I guess that’ll make it harder to get all three of them together when we do figure out their names. Me as bait is off the table.”

Luca growls behind me. “You as bait was never on the table.”

Kade gives me a mischievous grin. “You can be a meal on my table, Ladybug.”

His easy nature makes me laugh, a real one. Some of the tension bleeds out of me. “I guess we can figure that plan out once we get through this one.” I wave the words away. Maybe I can push away the negative feelings they evoke with the motion too.

Declan clicks his tongue. “What about CGK’s other records? We’ve seen they have a headquarters, warehouses, bank accounts. Is there anywhere he would have hidden the rest of the photos? Blackmail against his associates? A tell-all diary? Have we checked his home office?”

Noah and Charles begin to answer him at the same time but Noah stops and gestures for Charles to continue. He nods his thanks. “As for his home office, I’ve gone over every inch that I could. Noah helped me loop the cameras there so I could take my time. I found loads of shit I wish I could unsee, but nothing that led to the other men there that night.”

“Were there photos of me?” I demand, sharper than I intended.

The grimace on his face is more than answer enough. “I promise we will destroy all of them. Light them on fire,” he swears. He must read the question on my face I can’t force through my lips. “They held no answers, Scar,” he whispers, sounding almost as heartbroken at their existence as I do. “Just you. You and him. I don’t think he’d want a reminder of the others close to him. Those aren’t the memories he’s reliving.”

Nausea rushes through me, bright and hot. I need a way to purge these feelings slowly building up inside of me. A slow crescendo of what I know will be my own destruction if I can’t find a release. The feeling of bile rising in my throat, the burning of tears behind my eyes, the oil that slides through my veins.

Ryder is handing me a trash can before I can even fully process my body’s reaction. My hands shake as I grip it tightly, the dinner Charlene made us making a reappearance as I push my face down into the trash can.

My stomach clenches and my throat burns as the puking stops. Warm, strong hands are on my back. Someone held my hair back as I emptied the contents of my stomach. Even after purging everything, I feel sick as Charles’ vile words play on repeat in my mind.

There’s a hissed argument on the other side of the room and I look up to find Luca and Charles angrily exchanging words. Well, one of them is angry, the other is ashen.

I sigh, feeling even more exhausted than I did just a moment ago. Noah pushes a wet paper towel into my face, forcing me to turn to him. He takes his time wiping my face of the tears, and snot, and saliva, and puke. It’s a wonder these men still love me after all the different ways they’ve seen me.

Declan is right behind Noah with a glass of water, which I take gratefully. Before it even reaches my mouth, Ryder lifts the trash can up again. I smile as I rinse my mouth out several times and spit it into the trash can he so helpfully holds for me. Kade’s hands never leave my back.

It’s this support that gives me the strength to wave away Luca’s anger, to push Charles’ words from my mind. My thought of Roe’s innocence from earlier comes back to me. It’s too late to get my innocence back, it’s not something I want back, but maybe I have more light in my life than I realized. Maybe these moments give me back something even better than innocence.

“I’m fine, Bossman. Promise.” I push the trash can away and move away from it to plop down on the couch Rachel and Jade usually prefer when they’re here. I miss them. I wish they were here for this, but at the same time I’m glad they didn’t see me lose it like that. It’s bad enough Rachel saw my mental breakdown over Romano.

Declan and Luca claim the spots on either side of me and D holds out a piece of gum for me. I take it with a nod of thanks and toss it in my mouth immediately. The water was nice, but I won’t feel better until I brush my teeth.

“Back to what Declan was saying. What about the warehouses or headquarters?”

Noah and Charles exchange looks, this time Noah takes the lead. “There are a lot of potential places to hide records or other things. There’s nothing to indicate one place as more likely than another and it would take us ages to go through one by one. With no guarantee we wouldn’t miss a hidden safe in any of the places. It would be like finding a needle in a haystack when there are hundreds of haystacks.”

I groan and lean my head against D’s shoulder. “Course it couldn’t be easy.”

Luca sways in his spot next to me, I can see the vein in his neck twitching as he contemplates something. I settle more firmly against Declan and lift my feet into Luca’s lap. He rests his hands over my legs, gently squeezing as he works through whatever he’s struggling with.

“We just have to make most of the haystacks disappear,” he says suddenly. “Until there’s only one.”

“Narrowing down our search would help,” Noah agrees. “But how?”

“Getting information from some of Donahue’s men, like we did with William, would be a good place to start,” suggests Ryder.

Kade hums in agreement. “But we need it to be someone who specifically does this work for him. Someone he’d have to trust at least somewhat. Otherwise they’d have nothing helpful to share.”

There’s a new type of quiet as we all think about his words. It’s so different from the silence that hung around them earlier. They’re actually working together now. The thought makes me smile.

“But we do know someone,” says Charles.

“I don’t think you count,” Declan deadpans, making Luca laugh. We all turn to give him surprised looks, but his smile has already morphed back into his blank look.

Charles gives him a wry look. “Didn’t mean me. I know how my father works. If he’s determined someone as a potential key to answers enough to have them watched for years, he has his best men on that duty.”

His meaning hits me like a ton of bricks to the fucking face. “Josie,” I whisper.

He nods in agreement. “We don’t know who they are, but we know where to find them.”

Back to the East Coast we go.

* * *

After decidingwe didn’t want to put all our eggs in one basket, Charles and I agreed to rank the new list from least to most likely based on their interactions with both of our fathers.

It took us a little while to go through the list and finally come to an agreement on the final rankings of each one. Noah will use this to begin digging into each of their lives and dig up any potential connections.

Some of the confirmed names surprised me, like the Dean of our high school as well as one of the teachers who came from one of the elite families. No one ever understood how he got into teaching, but now I’m starting to see his cool teacher act as something else entirely. For what it is. Just another tactic to groom young students.

Charles and I both shuddered as we remembered our time in his class. The truth of who he is completely coloring all of our interactions. The rose-colored glasses are truly and wholly off now. He had been one of our favorite teachers in our second year. We would even visit him at lunch sometimes in our third and final years. Before that night anyways.

Goosebumps rise on my arms even thinking about him possibly being one of the men.

Though his creep factor was high, both of them ranked low on our list of likelihood. Neither had the same type of money or influence as our fathers. They weren’t very often found together outside of school functions.

In contrast, our top of the listers weren’t all that surprising to either one of us. The close friends of our parents. Some of our high school circles’ fathers included. Jackie was evil enough after I came back to school, I wouldn’t doubt if it was her father at all. That was one of mine and Charles’ disagreements. I felt he deserved the top spot if evilness was genetic. He didn’t think their family had enough prestige to be that close to our asshole elitist fathers. He thought my best friend’s father was more likely. What a heavy dose of irony that would be if it were him. My boyfriend’s and my best friend’s fathers as my rapists.

Then again, don’t know if we can really call her a friend after the way she was so quick to drop me. Josie was the only real friend I had before that night. I guess Charles too.

I smile at the thought. They were always my two favorite people anyways.

My eyes trail over each of their names, committing them to memory.

“Each one of them will die,” Charles whispers at my side.

I grin at him, feeling like old times when he could read my mind. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

The smile he returns pulls at something in my heart. Reminds me so much of our younger days. I wait for the stab of pain that will follow. That always has before when I’m reminded of who we used to be. It never comes.

I relax a little more in my seat beside him. “Okay, I think it’s done.”

“Close as it’s going to get,” he agrees, handing it over to Noah who barely acknowledges us before diving into work.

I watch him silently. His tongue always sticks out just a bit to the side when he really focuses on something. It’s one of my favorite things about him.

“I can’t believe you have a daughter,” Charles whispers suddenly.

Tearing my eyes away from Noah’s face I look at him and shrug. “Me either,” I admit with a huff. “But there’s nothing like it.”

He watches me, fighting with himself about something he wants to say. I know my reaction from earlier is still weighing on him. “I won’t break,” I promise him. “Don’t start treating me like I’m fragile.”

At least he isn’t one to doubt my words. “She looks just like the twins,” he points out.

I nod. I had a feeling that’s what was weighing on his mind. “It’s part of what drew me to her, but I would have been impacted by any baby in that situation.” Rowan looking like my sisters isn’t why I fell in love with her, isn’t why I saved her. Every baby and child deserves a chance, to have a protector. To live. Her looks just shook something loose in my heart that had been tied up for a long time. She could have been the twins’ opposite in every way and I still would have fallen in love with her.

“You didn’t birth her?” I can’t blame him for his surprise. She truly looks so much like I did when I was younger, what the twins looked like.

“No blood relation at all,” I admit, holding up my hands. “Trust me, I looked. Even had our blood tested.”

“That’s insane,” he stammers. “She reminds me so much of Harlee. It almost hurts.”

A tear slides down my cheek. “They would have made great aunts.”

Tears shine in his eyes, my pain reflected in his features. The only person left alive who misses them like I do. Who loved them like I did. “They really would have,” he agrees, the tears spilling free to run down his cheeks. He clasps my hands and both our tears silently drip and splash against our skin as we silently mourn the girls.

It’s a few minutes later when he chuckles. “Do you remember the first time they borrowed your makeup?”

A laugh eddies up out of me, almost against my will. “They looked so cute, I couldn’t even be mad.”

He grins. “Oh, I remember. You could never get mad at them. No matter how ridiculous their antics got.”

A new sensation rises up in me, an unfurling of a new leaf as I share the good times with someone who remembers them as fondly as I do. It feels good. But all of a sudden exhaustions swamps over me like I’ve run a marathon.

Declan appears out of nowhere, materializing at my side. “Bed time, pretty girl.” He picks me up in his arms like he would grab Roe and I roll my eyes. “There are guest rooms if you want to stay the night,” he offers to Charles. “We need to finalize travel plans tomorrow anyway.”

I don’t know what surprises me more, that he offered or that Charles accepts it.

“Take her to bed,” Noah says from where he sits behind a computer. “I’ll show Charles to a room.”

Lifting my head off D’s shoulder, I watch as Noah doesn’t tear his eyes away from the screen in front of him. “Not coming to bed?” I already know that answer, but still have to ask.

He shakes his head. “I want to get started on organizing everything we discussed today. There’s a lot of information to wade through.”

I open my mouth to offer to help, but Noah is already waving me off. “You need sleep,” he says firmly. It’s hard to even remember the time when I was the one primarily behind screens. Luca and Kade ran the front of everything, minus the few jobs Kade and I would run together when stealth was required.

Declan squeezes me in warning, cutting off my argument before I make it. This is their way of taking care of me. A defeated sigh escapes me, but I concede, resting my head against his shoulder. He smirks as he carries me over to Noah, who kisses my forehead before Declan carries me out of the room, through our office, and down the hall toward his bedroom.

“Where is everyone else?”

Declan shrugs, jarring my body a little bit with the movement. “Not sure about Luca, but Ryder and Kade went to the fights now that they have the all-clear and were going to check on Rachel afterward.”

He pushes into the room and slowly drops me to my feet, our bodies sliding together perks me up. His devilish smile tells me everything I need to know about that move. His hands fall to my waist and his fingers tickle the sensitive skin there as he sits down on the edge of his bed and pulls me between his legs. One hand releases me only to trail up my back and through my hair, giving me a scalp massage that makes me moan.

His chuckle sends a rush of pleasure through me, the sound husky, full of promises and desire. “I’m proud of you, pretty girl,” he whispers in my ear a moment before pulling me against his soft and demanding lips. He doesn’t give me a chance to question what I did to earn his praise and I open for him willingly, loving the teasing way he runs his tongue over my lips before beginning to explore my mouth. I forget all about my question anyway.

Declan’s kiss takes my breath away, leaving me panting and desperately wishing for more even as he puts everything into this kiss. My fingers lock in the fabric of his shirt, trying to pull us closer than we already are. Nothing is ever enough with them. No matter how much they give me, it only makes me crave them more.

He hums against my lips before putting just enough space to answer the question I never got around to asking. “For the way you’re letting us take care of you.” His lips caress my own with every word. Delight trickles through me and it dawns on me that Roe and I aren’t so different after all. My men are the first people in my life who have really shown me what it means to be loved, cherished, taken care of. I soften to him and his kiss becomes more demanding, hungrier. The teasing and tantalizing is gone, replaced by something much hotter, much fiercer. A passion and a love that could consume me.

It’s so rare for us to just kiss and makeout like this without taking it any further. It’s nice while at the same time excruciating. It makes me feel safe, closer to him. Brings the affection and love to the forefront of my mind with every tantalizing stroke of his tongue. But it makes me burn with lust, ready to beg for more. Beg for everything.

I push to get closer, trying to crawl into his lap, but his hand on my waist tightens, keeping me in place. I’d pout, but my lips are fully preoccupied with the way Declan is ravaging them. A small gasp slips through my lips to his when a new pair of lips find my neck.

Hot, wet, commanding.

Declan’s kiss becomes even harder.

A dark chuckle knocks me off balance. “If you didn’t want to share, you should have closed the door.” Luca’s low growl in my ear reverberates through me, making my body pulse with need and anticipation.

Declan breaks our kiss and smirks at him over my shoulder. “Maybe it was an invitation.” His hand leaves my hair and wraps around my throat, the barest touch without any real pressure. My mouth parts in surprise and my eyes grow heavy with desire. “Pretty girl looks beautiful under me, but I’ve come to learn how she looks even better between us.”

A whimper escapes my lips, the only sound between the three of us. I’m trapped between my two most dominating men. The ones who don’t share as easily and freely as the other three do. Pressed tightly between their hard bodies as they meet each other’s gazes. It gives an entirely new and erotic meaning to stuck between a rock and hard place. The way Luca presses against my ass proves something is most definitely hard.

Declan’s fingers tap against my erratic pulse. “You want that. Don’t you, Scarlett? My pretty girl wants to be taken care of. Wants to be filled. Needs to be.”

I nod my head in agreement. That’s exactly what I need.

“You need us both, Letty? Need to be so tightly pressed between our bodies you can’t tell where you end and we begin?”

Luca’s hands get to work ridding me of my clothes, one article at a time as he whispers dirty things in my ear. Declan removes his hands and leans back on the bed, watching us.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Scarlett,” Declan’s words come out on a heavy exhale.

Luca’s lips press against my throat, his tongue leaving a warm trail as he traces my pulsing vein. “And so fucking sweet,” he growls against my skin.

Declan pins me with a hard stare, too serious for the lust in his eyes and in my bloodstream. “Are you going to be a good girl for us?”

“Always,” I promise with a coy smile. He rolls his eyes.

“Best behavior tonight and you’ll get rewards.” There’s something hidden in D’s words. Something that gives away that he has a plan. Has had a plan this whole time. Coming to his room is starting to make a lot more sense than when we first came in here. Especially when he leans over into the drawer next to his bed and pulls free a long, dark piece of fabric.

“We’re going to blindfold you now.” My mouth parts open in surprise, but I don’t argue. A sudden thrill races through me. It isn’t the first time one of them has deprived me of one of my senses, but it never gets old. The rush. The anticipation. The not knowing. It heightens everything. With these two? I have no idea what to expect.

I can’t see Luca’s reaction, if he knew it was coming, if he likes it. But I can feel him grow harder against my ass, so I guess that answers that.

I hold still, not even breathing as Declan moves to tie the piece of fabric over my eyes. He adjusts it a few times, making sure it fits snug but still comfortable.

“How’s that?”

“Good,” I breathe out. He hums in satisfaction with my answer. His fingers trail down my throat to my peaked nipples, brushing over them ever so slightly. Barely even a touch. My breathing speeds up as I feel new hands, Luca’s hands, rough from years in the ring, squeezing my thighs and running lightly over the sensitive skin on my inner thighs.

They take turns, hands coming and going, brushing light, gentle touches over erogenous zones. The first smack against my ass makes me moan with the unexpectedness of it. When one of them twists my nipple, I feel my pussy pulse with need.

Neither one of them says anything, just touching me, moving me when they want me to turn in a different direction. The sound of our heavy breathing the only one in the room. I can hear every caress as their fingers brush over my skin. I tense as I hear the sound of something opening, not the drawer but something else.

Before I can try to decipher what I’m hearing, someone is pulling my face toward them. As soon as his rough lips bruise against mine, crushing every other thought in my mind, I know it’s Luca. His kisses always feel like a brand against my soul, burning everything but my need for him away.

Luca pulls away from me and I instantly miss the heat of his body against mine. His hand falls to my shoulder, gripping it as he pushes me forward, another hand landing on my hip to keep my feet in place. I bend at the waist, trusting Luca won’t let me fall. He guides me down until my arms and chest rest against the soft comforter on Declan’s bed.

The click of a lighter makes me tilt my head to the side, but fingers between my thighs begin to distract me again. So close to where I need touch, just teasing me. Taunting me with it. A new scent slowly begins to fill the room. Something familiar, relaxing. Almost soothing.

A lavender candle?

Kisses trail down my spine and I shiver, my ass feeling exposed and empty. I whimper as the light touches from earlier are replaced with soft kisses. No pattern, no rhythm, nothing to give away where they may fall next. Heat pours through me, my skin feels flush with need and warm with desire. It makes the first shock of cold dripping down my spine all the more shocking. I cry out, but my pussy spasms as ice cold drops of water begin to pour one after another down my spine, following the same pattern as the very first kisses did.

They stop right at the crease of my ass, only a few of the cold drops running down to hit my pussy. More than just ice water drips between my thighs, making them slick. The familiar cadence of Luca rumbling his approval sounds from beneath me.

Declan. He’s the one who was responsible for the cold.

I sense more than feel Luca move away from me and don’t know what to expect next. My body is wired like a tightly wound coil. Tense and waiting for their next move. I shiver with anticipation for the next icy sensation to trail over my skin.

Only it doesn’t come.

More kisses. More teasing. More touches.

Just as I begin to relax a new sensation is added.

Heat.

Fire.

I have a singular moment of panic and fear at the first drop of molten heat that hits the base of my neck. “Stay with me, Letty.”

Luca.

More drips down my spine, each one dripping before coming to a stop. Unlike the water that continues to roam over my skin, this slows and sticks.

Candle wax.

Luca is my fire and Declan is my ice.

They begin to take turns, alternating the hot and cold without warning. My nerve endings all vibrate at the dichotomy of the sensations, each one making the next more intense. My thighs grow slicker with need, and my legs shake at having to hold my body up. Both men make different sounds of their appreciation.

A dark chuckle when I cry out at the first touch of the ice cube against my neck.

A sigh of delight when I gasp at hot wax sliding between my crease.

“Please,” I finally pant, shaking with the need to be touched more.

The ice cube starts at my knee and begins to slowly ascend. “You need more, pretty girl?”

I nod frantically, barely capable of a cohesive sentence at this point.

The ice reaches the mess between my inner thighs and Declan’s chest rumbles in his approval. “Such a good girl. Needy, desperate, and so wet for us.” It rapidly melts against the heat of my entrance as Declan traces it over my folds, the icy run off adding to the mess and heightening the sensation. Declan presses the ice cube against my clit and I cry out, pain and pleasure mingling in an icy battle for dominance. My clit immediately swells and he backs off, leaving it throbbing and begging for attention.

The cold overwhelms me, even as Luca begins to pour hot liquid into the skin on my back and massages it into my sore muscles. All I can focus on is the cold spreading through my core that somehow makes me feel hotter. Breath escapes me when Declan pushes the ice into my entrance, and the cold seeps into my veins. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“More,” I beg, making them both chuckle.

Luca pulls me back from the bed, leaving only my arms and face resting on it. This creates enough space for Declan to slide between my legs and the bed. His cold fingers find one nipple and begin to roll it between them.

Hot liquid pours down the crease of my ass, such a contrast to the iciness in my cunt. I’m a live wire, ready to light up with the right touch. So fucking close I can taste the release on my lips but nothing is enough. Tears wet my cheeks as I beg.

There’s a sound I can’t place and then cool air blows against my clit and I cry out. It’s a different type of cold, not the same icy feeling but familiar all the same. It feels too good for me to even try and think about it though as Declan’s hot mouth presses against my clit and begins to devour me.

Right there.

My fists bunch in the comforter and my hips rock into his hot mouth that still somehow sends rushes of cold through me.

Menthol, it hits me. He’s chewing gum.

Oh fuck. He slides his fingers alongside the ice into my cunt and I begin to tighten around them. My mind short circuits when Luca begins to press the hot liquid against my ass, getting first his knuckle in and then sliding his finger all the way into the tight channel.

My release crashes into me from every direction and I’m completely lost to the hot and cold sensations as they both fuck me with their fingers, pushing my orgasm higher and longer. Each wave like a kiss of snow followed by the heat of a fire. My body shakes as pleasure takes every thought from my mind and my body feels wrung out, held up only by their commanding hands.

“So beautiful,” Luca praises, continuing to stretch out my ass, now with the two fingers scissoring the hole.

“Fucking perfect,” Declan agrees, dropping the ice away from me. My cunt feels swollen, the cold remaining even without its presence anymore. I smile even as I pant and try to catch my breath. Hands land on my face, cradling my cheeks as a gentle kiss is pressed against my lips.

The damp blindfold is pushed over my head and falls to the floor, revealing Declan’s handsome and smug face. I can’t help the content smile that spreads across my face as I meet his blue eyes. His blonde hair is getting longer and starting to fall in his face. “You ready to take both of us?” Luca takes that moment to remind me of his presence by twisting his fingers inside my ass and pressing in a third.

A moan is my only answer and Declan smirks. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

He moves away from me and strips his clothes off until he’s as naked as I am. Sitting back on the bed, he spreads his legs wide, his long, hard dick bouncing up to hit his abs. I lick my lips as I stare at the heavy vein begging for attention. He growls as he yanks me toward me. “Next time. Right now I need you to feel me all the way in your soul, pretty girl.”

I yelp and Luca curses as his fingers fall free from me, making Declan laugh. He grips my hips and picks me up easily, settling me on his lap like it’s nothing. I wrap my hand around his hard length and give it a few strokes, loving the way he feels in my hand. So hot, so ready, a drop of precum already leaking from the tip.

Using my thumb, I swipe it up and slip it into my mouth. Declan grins as he watches, entranced by the small movement. He takes control away from me and taps my thigh in a signal to lift. I listen because we want the same thing. Moving high enough to give him space, he moves his erection to my entrance, teasing me by getting it wet, sliding it back and forth through my folds before finally stopping at my entrance. He holds my gaze as he pushes in, my breathing immediately changes. I spread my knees as I straddle him, lowering myself to take him faster. I sit in his lap, feeling him in every part of me and throw my head back in bliss.

Already, I’m so sensitive, the cold left from the ice finally subsiding and being replaced by the heat that is Declan. I can already feel the beginning of another orgasm building. I start moving my hips, riding him, enraptured by every expression that crosses his face.

Luca’s demanding hand lands on the middle of my back, pushing me forward. Declan leans back, taking me with him and takes over the rhythm of fucking me. I run my fingers through Declan’s hair and tighten my fingers in it as he lays back and fucks up into me, leaving my ass on display for Luca to begin prepping again.

He’s quick and hot and demanding, never letting up, barely letting me breathe as he moves his fingers in and out of my ass, stretching me. When he finally adds more lube and the head of his thick dick presses against the tight ring of muscles, I’m begging for it.

Declan moves up on his elbows, helping prop me up as Luca slowly pushes in. The first few seconds always burns, but as he pushes through the resistance, he slides in and bottoms out. Feeling this full will never get old. It burns away every feeling of loneliness I’ve ever had. Makes me feel more whole than anything ever has in my life. Fucking complete.

I cry out both of their names as they move in tandem, reading my body perfectly to work together and bring all three of us to new heights. Never doubting for a moment that they know what I need, that they’re capable of giving it to me. All I can do is hold on and attempt to breathe the best I can, letting the pleasure they pull from my body wash through me in endless waves.

It would have been impossible to predict how well they work together, how perfectly they balance each other out. Different in every way, opposites, and yet two sides of the same coin. My fire and my ice. The men who light me and keep me anchored.

My body stiffens and I tighten around them both as I crest that peak, Luca moans behind me and I feel a rush of warmth as he follows after me. Declan slows under me, elongating each stroke as he drags my orgasm out. As my body starts to calm, he picks up the pace and follows after us in a few more strokes.

I collapse atop D as Luca pulls out of me. His strong arms wrap around me and he kisses my forehead and Luca walks into his bathroom. I’m not surprised when he’s back a moment later with a wet washcloth and begins to clean me up, humming in satisfaction at the mess they’ve made of me. An even bigger mess than usual.

“Sharing does have its perks,” he murmurs as he works. Declan’s arms tighten around me, but he doesn’t disagree.

A yawn escapes me and my eyes begin to flutter as I fight to keep them open. Sleep has been awful lately, but maybe with my two most possessive men here, I might find a few moments of peace. Declan moves up on the bed, pulling me with him and tucking me in under his covers. I catch Luca’s hand in mine as he begins to turn away.

“Stay,” I ask softly.

He gives me that little smile he saves only for me. “Of course, Letty.” He holds up the wash cloth again and nods to the bathroom and I realize he wasn’t turning to leave at all. I relax back into the pillows and drift off to sleep almost instantly.