Chapter Forty-Two

Despite Dominic and Zayden’s best efforts, I am not pregnant. My period came two days after the guys literally shoved all of their cum inside me, and to say they were both disappointed would be an understatement. Dominic frowned but tried to hide it while Zayden threw an outright tantrum, shouting at Dominic for not pushing it deep enough. I honestly couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of his irritation, which he did not appreciate.

I’m currently curled up on the couch with Dom tucked around me. The cramps didn’t really hit until this morning, and I’m currently in six levels of fresh hell. Of course, Dom noticed immediately and grabbed my heating pad before he began massaging my stomach. He’s since moved to my back, and we are on our third season of some trash reality TV show when his phone rings.

He curses as he answers it, talking to someone about some financials that are skewed at the club.

“I’m not a finance guy. Have someone else handle it,” he scoffs before his body tenses and irritation fills him.

“Oh really? On tape? I’ll be right there, don’t let him leave.”

Hanging up the phone, he presses a kiss to my cheek before going to stand.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I need to go take care of some business at the club. I’ll be back shortly.”

“Is everything okay?” I frown at his tense demeanor.

His jaw clenches before he nods.

“Do you remember the manager?”

I nod.

“Apparently, there is a video of him stealing money out of the safe. Fifty grand.”

My eyebrows shoot up at that.

“What are you going to do?”

He levels me with a look that has me smirking.

“Are you going to go beat him up like some Vegas pit boss?”

Dom scoffs but doesn’t deny it, which makes me grin.

“I like seeing this side of you.”

“What side?” he asks.

“The dangerous side. The rough and tough badass. It’s hot.”

He gives me a dubious look then crouches down over me, pressing his lips against mine before pulling away.

“You’re a little fucked up. You know that, right, baby?”

I nod. “I’m coming to terms with it. How could I not be when I have two sexy as sin mercenary boyfriends?”

Dominic scoffs but gives me a small smile before heading out the door. I smile at him before focusing back on the TV, a new wave of cramps taking over that has me curling into myself.

“Angel? Are you okay?” Zayden says as he comes into the living room, a fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, his inked skin dotted with several beads of water, and that jet-black hair wet.

I look up at him and give him a weak smile.

“I’m fine. I just fucking hate periods.”

“No shit. You should be pregnant with my baby right now. Not in pain.” He frowns before coming down to kneel in front of me.

“What can I do?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair.

“Nothing. The heating pad isn’t doing much right now, and I just want a little relief,” I groan.

“Relief?” he questions. “I can do that.”

I frown at him before he tosses the heating pad across the room, turning my legs so they hang off the couch as he begins peeling down my sleep shorts.

“Zay, what are you doing?” I ask as he bunches up my shorts and panties in his hand, throwing them to the ground.

“Giving you relief.”

“I’m on my period, though. I don’t have cute little light periods. I’m bleeding a lot,” I argue.

He raises an unimpressed eyebrow at me as he speaks.

“Angel, what would ever make you think that would be anything other than a turn-on? I love your blood, and for me to have it without even having to hurt you? Fucking priceless,” he says before pushing my legs apart.

I go to argue when I feel him pull my tampon out. My mouth practically falls open when he tosses it to the side of the room like it was an inconvenience in his way, before he latches his mouth to my pussy. A rush of pleasure immediately courses through me from the first swipe of his tongue. I’ve never had anyone even try to touch me on my period, let alone go down on me. I always thought it was cruel that I somehow always felt hornier on my period with no way to handle it. Apparently all I needed in my life was an unhinged Graves brother.

Zayden moans and groans like he’s having the time of his life, while I just try to stay upright as my fingers curl into the couch, arching my back and forcing my pussy into his face even more so. If he’s going to offer, I’ll give him whatever he wants, I guess.

When his tongue flicks against my clit before sucking it into his mouth, I physically shake as he slips two fingers inside me, slowly fucking me with them before his speed increases.

“Oh my god! Zay! That feels so fucking good,” I moan.

I feel him chuckle against me, vibrating my clit in the process.

“Good, angel. Now hold on to something.”

“Hold on to?—”

Before I can finish, Zayden is motorboating my thighs, I shit you not. At least that’s what it feels like. His head is moving from side to side, vibrating my clit in the process, as his tongue is out, licking me from side to side. Fucking hell.

I dig both of my hands into his hair, using his face to dry hump against it, and it’s just what I need to find my release. My orgasm hits me like a freight train in the best fucking way possible. I come for so long I’m almost positive it’s two orgasms that have joined together back-to-back.

Zay continues licking my pussy for several seconds after I’ve finished before he sits back on his heels. I’m horrified at first, his nose down is literally covered in smeared blood, along with his two fingers. I swear to God, he looks more blood-soaked than when we killed Jim. I look around for something he can wipe his fingers off with when he lifts them to his mouth, keeping his eyes on me as he begins sucking on them. My pussy clenches at the way his eyes roll into the back of my head. This is so gross, so fucked up. Right? Definitely. Right?

Before I can say anything, he stands up, lifting me into the air and tossing me over his shoulder as he takes off running to his room. I can’t help but giggle the entire way. Okay, maybe periods aren’t the worst thing anymore.