I heard growling, and I wished desperately that I could see what was happening. My back and neck ached, and my head was beginning to pound in a harsh tempo. I had only gotten out of the hospital from birthing Ava a few days before, and my body was weak and tired. I was trembling with the need for rest.
“Ah Paul, my son, what are you doing back so soon? Did you get the baby? Never mind, we have more important matters now,” Alexander practically cooed.
I froze at the sound of Paul’s name. Had he taken Ava? Was she all right? My throat felt tight. Everyone I loved was in danger.
The odds were lessening for my men and their team. Would they be able to take down both Paul and Alexander while he held me? I shivered and wanted to pull away so badly, but didn’t dare move. A little more pressure and I would have a sliced neck.
There was a click, and I felt Alexander stiffen, which had me stiffening out of fear of the unknown. Damn, I wished I could see.
“What is this?” He yelled.
“I’m sorry… father,” Paul replied, his voice cold as ice. “Actually, no, I’m not sorry. I think you’ve done enough damage in this lifetime, and I won’t be your lap boy any longer.”
“You’re just like your brother! You’re nothing but a weakling! None of you will stop me, not with her in your way.”
With a roar, Alexander began backing up, pulling me with him. I began to panic, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t move without cutting myself on the sharp point at my throat. I was panting, and breathing hard, trying to think of a way to escape, when a gunshot echoed throughout the empty arena.
Alexander had stopped, and I stood still, looking up at the ceiling, tears streaming down my face. Then, suddenly, I was falling. I slid from his grasp, feeling a sharp burn, slice across my neck. My hands went to my throat instinctively, as I hit the floor.
I faced a motionless Alexander. He lay flat on the floor, his arms and legs spread wide and a perfectly rounded bullet hole in the center of his forehead. His eyes stared dully at the ceiling.
I saw feet moving towards me, and I could hear voices, but I didn’t know what they were saying. Everything sounded muffled, and I felt dizzy. I must have been in shock.
Blood trickling through my fingers, and I realized it could be worse than shock. Jordan and Alex came into my line of sight. They were yelling something, but I couldn’t hear them. I could only see their gorgeous mouths moving.
God, they are so hot. The thought made me giggle. I was definitely in shock.
“I love you,” I said to them with a small smile before I passed out cold.
37
Sam
I was having the most delicious dream. I was lying in bed, moaning, as Alex’s teeth scraped gently across my clit. His teasing hands trailed up my inner thighs, making my skin tingle. My hips gyrated, seeking more contact, as he began leisurely stroking his tongue over my sensitive flesh, lapping up my wetness.
I wanted to grab his head and grind myself against him, but I had to make do with fisting the cotton sheets, as Jordan was in my way. He leaned over me, licking a path up the center of my breasts. He licked, sucked and nibbled his way across my chest, but never where I wanted him most.
I groaned as I arched my back, trying to make him take an aching nipple into his mouth. They were hard and pleading for his hot kisses. My head whipped back and forth in frustration. They were going to kill me! I just knew it!
Jordan chuckled arrogantly, but I had no time to complain. He latched onto a nipple and sucked so hard, I nearly leapt off the bed it felt so good. The pleasant jolt had me opening my eyes to find I was not having a delicious dream. I was having a delicious life.
My men draped over my body, pleasing me in the most sinful ways. I smiled as I let go of the sheets and grasped Jordan’s head. I tugged, pulling him off my breast. His mouth released the nipple with a pop, and his blue eyes gazed at me hotly.
I urged him closer and my mouth fused with his. The kiss was scorching, passionate, and wet. His tongue stroked the inside of my mouth just as Alex inserted a finger inside me slowly. I gasped and moan at the dual sensations. It had been too long since I’d felt like this.
The doctor said I had to wait six weeks before we could resume sex. Jordan and Alex had gone with me to my check up the day before, and when the doctor gave us clearance for intimacy, I didn’t miss the heated and mischievous looks in their eyes. Obviously, they decided to surprise me in the most luscious way.
Alex’s finger moved gently in and out, while Jordan continued to ravage my lips. My hands gripped Jordan’s head tighter, my fingers fisting in his hair. He had let it grow out enough that I finally had something to hold on to as we kissed.
A second finger eased into my hot core, causing my hips to bump and grind against Alex’s hand and moan into Jordan’s mouth. Alex’s thumb rubbed slow circles over my clit, as he pumped his fingers in and out.
“How does that feel?” Alex asked.
His voice was deep and a little breathless. I knew the feeling. I could barely catch my breath, as I began to pant with need.