Chapter 26

Sloane gasps as I wrap my hand around her waist, pulling her against me. I know she feels how hard my cock is already. But I heard the commotion and came to see what was going on. I can't believe Jenna had the audacity to show up at a job site. I also can't believe Amber gave our location to a stranger. She is fired as soon as Jenna leaves.

"Shhh. Let Atlas handle her," I whisper against the shell of her ear.

"Why did your secretary give her my address?" she hisses.

"I don't know, but she is very fired. Now, just listen. Trust my son to tell her to fuck off."

"Jenna," Atlas groans. "We've been over this. I'm sorry. But you know your feelings are not reciprocated."

"Why?" she demands. "Why is it her? I'm hotter than her. I've been here this whole time. Where has she been? Eating and fucking her way through Detroit."

How dare she make comments about Sloane's weight and sex life? She doesn't know shit about her.

"Don't let her get you worked up." I run my hand down Sloane's front and under the waistband of her leggings. "I think this body is sexy as hell. So does Atlas." I dip my fingers through her folds and find her wet and ready.

"Rip," she whispers. "You've barely said a word to me and now here we are again."

"I'm struggling with this. You were my stepdaughter. My son wants you too. I was married to your mom. Shall I go on?"

"Then get your hand off my pussy," she moans as I insert my index finger into her tight hole.

"I can't. Because, for some reason, I'm drawn to you like a bear to honey. I can't stop. And I don't know if I want to keep fighting it," I admit.

"Then don't," she rasps. "We're adults, Ripley. If you want me, then fucking have me, but I won't let you talk to me like you have again. There won't be a third time I forgive you."

"Then I guess I better make this apology the best one yet, huh?" I strum my thumb against her clit as I pump in and out of her channel.

"Atlas! Seriously, how can you be attracted to her? She's huge!" Jenna snaps.

"You'll stop talking about her like that right the fuck now, Jenna. I like her just how she is. Her body is sexy. Now, it's time for you to leave," Atlas demands, and I can hear the anger in his voice.

"I think this body is sexy, too. These curves make me want to drop to my knees every time I lay eyes on you."

"More," she moans.

I pull my hand from her pants and drop to my knees, helping her take her tennis shoes off before tugging her leggings down her legs. She's now bare from the waist down and I'm going to fuck her while Atlas tells the cunt at the door to eat shit.

Picking her up, I shove her against the wall, giving myself a little help. I let go with one hand, push my sweats down, and grab my cock, placing the tip against her cunt.

Slowly, I lower her onto my shaft. When I'm fully seated inside of her, I move my hand to her shirt, pushing it up to expose her sports bra. That won't do. Grabbing a hold of the top, I pull it down so her tit can spill over the top and I suck the nipple into my mouth.

Sloane's head drops back against the wall and her pussy tightens around me.

I fucking love how responsive she is.

"Atlas, I swear to god, if you choose her over me, I'm done for good," Jenna threatens.

I drive my hips forward and up, fucking Sloane.

"Is this hot, baby? Listening to your boyfriend stand up for you while you fuck his dad?"

"Yes," she pants.

"Okay, thanks for the heads up. See you never," Atlas replies.

"I can't believe you'd rather have a fat nobody instead of me! I'm done, Atlas. Our friendship is over!" Jenna screams.

Sloane's face cracks and I know hearing Jenna speak about her like this hurts, even if she's acting like it doesn't.

"Don't listen to that cunt, Sloane. You're perfect. None of the things she says are true," I reassure her as I pound into her.

"Maybe she's right," Sloane whispers.

"She's not," I snap. "If you were too heavy or not perfect for us, could I be fucking you like this right now?"

"The wall is helping to hold me up." She sighs.

Not wanting her to believe the lies coming from one jealous woman, I spin us around so my back is to the wall.

"Wrap your arms around my neck," I tell her.

Both my hands are gripping the sides of her ass, and I'm sure my fingers are leaving bruises as I bounce her up and down my length.

I watch as her eyes widen and she moans.

"I'm sorry, Sloane. I'm sorry I let my temper get the best of me and used the past against you. You're not Ali, I know that. But I know comparing you to her hurts, and I'd rather hurt you before you can hurt me. I'm a right bastard."

"Oh god," she pants, slapping a hand over her mouth.

I chuckle as she glares at me.

I remove her hand from her mouth, and her eyes narrow even more.

"Don't talk about my mother while your cock is in my cunt. She's nothing to me, Rip, and she should be nothing to you. You're fucking me, not her."

Her words and the anger behind them make me even harder, and I didn't think that was possible.

"Yes, ma'am," I say with a smirk.

"What do we have here?" Atlas' voice comes from behind Sloane.

"Not now," I grunt.

"Took you long enough to get rid of her," Sloane sasses.

"She's like a leech. Not like you, baby. Right now, you look like a fucking queen."

"Atlas," I growl.

I'm already fucking the same girl as him and can't seem to find a way to stop… not that I want to. But him watching is not something I even fathomed.

"Has my dad been taking care of you the whole time I was dealing with that bitch?"

"Yeees," she loudly moans as I continue to bounce her on my cock.

"And you haven't come yet? Not even once?" He looks at me, and his face is cocky as hell.

"Oh god! Noooo!" she moans.

He wiggles his brows at me and begins to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down enough to pull his cock free.

I look away because I have no desire to look at any penis except my own, let alone Atlas'.

"Baby, I'm gonna fill you up. Give you pleasure like you've never had. You want that?" he asks.

Sloane nods her head and Atlas grins before spitting on his hand and reaching down to, I assume, lubricate himself. Then the fucker reaches in front of Sloane, running his hand between us, and glides his fingers through her pussy lips.

"Dammit, Atlas," I growl.

He only chuckles and removes his hand, lowering to her ass.

Sloane gasps and her eyes widen.

"Shhh baby, I'm just getting you ready for my cock," he tells her.

"I've never?—"

"I'll go easy. It's gonna be so good for you. I'll stop if you tell me to, promise," he assures her.

Sloane nods once more and Atlas winks as he plays with her. I don't pay him much mind, focusing on the beauty in front of me gliding up and down on my shaft.

"Okay, here we go," Atlas announces.

Sloane hisses and drops her forehead against my shoulder, a whine leaving her lips.

"It's alright, baby. Relax and let him in." I don't know why I'm coaching her through this, but here I fucking am.

"God, you're so fucking tight," Atlas grunts.

"Play with your clit, Sloane."

She does as I instruct and Atlas slides the rest of the way in. I can feel him inside of her and it's weird, but what isn't at this point?

"So full," she rasps. "Please, move."

In only a few thrusts, Atlas and I find our rhythm, fucking her in alternating pumps and driving her insane.

Sloane is a panting, moaning mess. Sweat covers her forehead, and her eyes close as she opens her mouth in a scream.

The walls of her pussy squeeze me like a vise as she reaches her peak. I follow her over the edge, her cunt milking me for every drop of cum I have.

I"m still inside and holding her in place as Atlas thrusts in and out a few more times before he finally stops, grunting as he fills her up too. I can feel his dick pulse in her ass through the thin barrier separating us.

She goes limp in my arms and I know she's blissed out. Atlas pulls out, and I chuckle as she whimpers at the loss. I pull out next and watch as our cum drips onto the floor beneath her.

Carrying her to the bathtub upstairs in her bedroom, I turn on the water and set her down inside. Thankfully, she cleaned the old claw foot out, making it usable.

Letting the tub fill, I find the thicker blue cloth paper towel we use on site and rip one from the roll. I dip it into the water and wash her as best I can since there's no soap.

When I'm done, I pull the plug and lift her from the tub. Atlas brings a blanket and I raise a brow, wondering where the hell he found that.

"It was in her backseat." He shrugs, wrapping it around her.

"Take her home and come back. We can finish up without her today."

"I'll be back." He smiles as I hand him the sleeping beauty, and he carries her down the stairs.

Atlas returnsan hour later and we don't say a word to one another, going back to our respective tasks like nothing happened.

I've just finished sanding the upstairs and am vacuuming the dust from the floor when Atlas clears his throat, pulling my attention.

"Done in the kitchen?" I ask.

"Yeah, the cabinets are down and the mess is cleaned up. We can pull the linoleum up tomorrow and lay the tile she bought. Then the new cabinets should be here later in the week, so we'll be ready."

"Perfect. I'm almost done up here, too. You can help me stain everything and we'll let it dry tonight and tomorrow."

"You wanna talk about earlier?" he pushes.

I knew he wouldn't just let it go. Not that he should. I'm just not sure where my head is at.

"Is Jenna taken care of?" I ask, talking about earlier but not about that.

"Yeah. She's pissed, but I was already done with our friendship. And while she's a bitch, she's not anything to worry about, minus her hurtful words."

"Agree. Speaking of Jenna, I need to call Amber and fire her." I pull my phone from my pocket and call our secretary.

She's been with us for two years, but that means nothing when you give out private information. Luck's on my side, and she answers after two rings.

"Ripley, to what do I owe the pleasure on a Sunday?"

"Amber. This isn't a pleasant call, believe me. We were on that job I texted the crew about yesterday and wouldn't you know, we had a visitor. One who said you gave her the address last night. The name Jenna ring any bells?"

"She said she was friends with Atlas, so I didn't see the harm," Amber replies.

"Well, I don't see the harm in you looking for a new job. You're fired. Sharing the addresses of clients or our employees' locations is unacceptable unless they're the emergency listed contact. Be there tomorrow morning to collect your things."

"Yes, sir," she replies and I hang up.

I'll have to put out an ad for a new secretary now, but luckily, being in a large city, people looking for work aren't in shortage.

"You wanna talk about the real issue now?" Atlas asks.

"You're not gonna leave it, are you?"

"Nope."

"Alright, let's get this over with," I tell him as I wrap up the shopvac's hose.

"Thoughts?"

"I'm assuming you're asking if it was awkward or if I liked it?"

"Yup," he replies, moving into the bathroom with the mop bucket so we can mop the floor before we stain it.

"It wasn't as strange as I thought it would be. Seeing her come undone like that was sexy as hell. Knowing she was taking our two cocks was hot. Seeing your dick, I could live without," I answer him truthfully.

"So we're doing this? We're going to share Sloane. I'm fine with it, as you know, but I want to know where you stand. I won't let you just use her for a good fuck."

"We're doing this. I don't know all the logistics, and I don't promise to not get in my head about it once in a while since it's new. But I want her." I dip the mop in the water and start to scrub.

"Well, then." A large smile takes over his face. "Cheers to seeing my dick a lot more then." He laughs like a hyena and I flick the head of the mop at him.

"Fucking little shit."