“Maybe we should make Vero crochet more often,” I suggest.
“A noose isn’t hard to make,” he mumbles.
“I take it back.” I press my mouth to the side of his head. “Lift. It’s time for clothes to come off.”
Vero does as I ask, lifting his body up, and so does Kayla.
I pull his sweats down and smirk when I see he doesn’t have any boxers on. “Now you, Double P.”
Vero helps her remove her pants. While they fumble, I lean sideways and pull the lube from our drawer, then remove my cock from my boxer briefs and get myself ready for Vero. I don’t have to tell him what to do; he positions himself, and I swipe my fingers around his hole, making sure it’s nice and ready.
“Fuuuck,” Vero grits out as he slides down my cock at his own pace.
Once he is all the way down, he grabs Kayla by the waist and pulls her toward him, then finds the hem of her shirt and yanks it over her head, slingshotting it across the room. Her bra goes next, and her tits spill out.
She settles herself back on Vero, wrapping her hand around his length and guiding it between her legs before she sinks down in one quick movement.
Vero gasps in response. “Holy fuck, I have died and gone to heaven. I wish you could both feel what I can. I don’t think I’m going to last long unless I chant about things that gross me out. How wrong is it if I think about Vesper right now?”
Kayla throws her head back and laughs. “Not sure thinking about another woman right now is a turn-on for me, but do whatever works because I need to move.”
Kayla grinds against him, and I wait for her to build a rhythm before I join her. I don’t have much room to move, but the three of us work together as if we were made just for this.
Kayla sets the pace, and I place my hands on Vero’s hips, holding him steady while she rides him.
“This is the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Vero crows while looking up at the ceiling. “I want everyone to know. Where’s Clay and his walkie-talkie when I need him?”
“No fucking way,” I grit out. “If Clay comes in here right now, I will hurt him.”
“I’m just saying, look at us. Maybe we should make porn.”
Kayla snorts. “I’m not sure Brawley could handle the world seeing you like this.”
“She’s right. But they also don’t get to see you either, Double P,” I growl.
She makes eye contact with me and can see the seriousness in what I’m saying. Would Kayla and I have been a thing if it wasn’t for Vero? Probably not, but here we are. I won’t let anyone else see her like this—anyone outside this house, that is.
She belongs to us.
Vero has claimed her. And as much as Clay likes to pretend she means nothing, she has gotten under his skin.Ares has convinced himself that she is someone he needs to figure out, but what he doesn’t or can’t understand is that in Ares-land, it means he cares.
Kayla laughs, not a full-bellied laugh, but one she seems to do when something makes her nervous, so I thrust up hard and she grips Vero’s shoulders.
“Oh!” she yelps.
“Good, right?” Vero adds.
I do it again, and she moans, the sound vastly different to Vero. She braces herself on his shoulders, and I lift his hips and fuck him hard, over and over again. They both moan, the sounds getting louder.
“Fuck, I love the way you look at him,” Vero says. “It does things to me, just so you both know.”
“Please don’t stop,” Kayla whines. “Fuck!”
Vero reaches between them and circles her clit. Her noises get louder and she starts to tremble.
“Fuck yes, I can feel your pussy strangling my cock.”
“I’m going to come,” she gasps out. “Oh, fuck, yes!”