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Soon enough, a rhythm is established. Chase and Eric’s cocks have got me in the throes of sheer ecstasy as I grip the base of Wyatt’s giant member and suck him most ardently. I lick the tip, tasting the precum before I take him deep down my throat.
“That’s it, baby,” Chase grunts as he plants his heels into the ground and drives himself harder inside of me.
Eric slaps my ass, the delicious sting quick to launch a second orgasm coursing through my body as he fucks me harder, faster, deeper. My screams are muffled by Wyatt’s cock, but they are screams of raw pleasure as I come all over both of them while the Danson twins pound into me like savages.
“Give me everything,” Eric growls and brings his hand down again.
Every slap makes me tighten my core, and I feel the veins twitching along their shafts as they go deeper. Harder. I lose my breath as I stroke Wyatt with ferocious hand movements. He shoves his fingers through my hair, keeping me still as he fucks my mouth. “That’s it, darlin’, this is fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”
He spills his seed down my throat and I drink and swallow every salty drop, my gaze locked on his as I press my tongue just under the tip, squeezing him dry. I love the way he pulsates in my mouth, his eyes hazy and his lips quivering with delight.
Eric’s final slap stings, but it tears another orgasm out of me, just in time to meet him and his brother on the peak of complete and total abandonment. They fill me to the brim, their cum shooting deep within me. Hot and life-giving, as it has already turned out. I welcome them both in the sweetest, purest, most wonderful kind of pain, their hands grabbing and squeezing, fingers brushing and caressing every inch of my skin.
“Oh, God, I don’t want this to ever stop,” I gasp as Wyatt pulls back, clearly sated and drifting into a golden afterglow.
Chase grabs me by the head and kisses me. Profoundly. There’s something different about this kiss. There’s a sense of devotion, something that wasn’t there before. I lay on top of him for what feels like forever, while Eric gently kisses my spine.
“It doesn’t have to stop,” he says. “All you have to do is give us a little more credit.”
“We are not letting you go, Halle,” Chase adds. “We can’t.”
“I can’t let you go, either” I sigh, no longer able to lie to myself.
All these thoughts of running away are futile. I don’t have the strength or the want to leave this incredible thing behind.
These three men have swept me off my feet, given me the space I need to become the best version of myself. My kids adore them, and they deserve everything that is good and peaceful in this world. It may be an odd arrangement to most folks, but for us it works. It works so well, in fact, that I can no longer aspire to a world or a life without them in it. I just can’t. I don’t want to.
“Then don’t let us go,” Wyatt says, looking deep in my eyes. “Stay, Halle. Stay, and let us be what we’re clearly meant to be.”
25
Halle
“You’re still nervous,” the lawyer says, watching my knee jiggle from across his giant, mahogany desk.
“I think I’m allowed,” I scoff, sinking deeper into the armchair in an attempt to soothe my own ragged senses. “You’d be nervous too if you were in my shoes.”
“Halle, I completely understand, but that’s why I’m here. To help you fight this all the way through.”
Jack Hoffman has been the Danson family lawyer for over twenty years and they assure me that he is more than capable of handling my case in court, especially since he is a notorious adversary of the Nash crime family.
“You’ve represented people in court against Harriet Nash, right?” I ask, watching as he reads through my file. He does his homework, an early brownie point for him. “And Lucius, too, before he passed?”
“Yes. I’m afraid Colby’s parents are, and were, terrible people,” Hoffman says, flipping through several affidavits and witness testimonies. We’re already piling those up from the firehouse and the handful of acquaintances who have known me since before I married Colby. “Lucius was a cruel and heartless man, but even he had his limits. There were certain things I know he specifically forbade his men from doing. Harriet is more of a barker. Not that much bite left in her since she buried her husband but she’s still a difficult opponent.”
“You can say that again,” I scoff.
“Colby, on the other hand, is dangerously disturbed. You did well to file charges and get a restraining order against him. It will play to your advantage against Harriet, too.”
“Right, because if my kids go anywhere near her, there’s an obvious risk of them being exposed to Colby’s aggressive behavior,” I say, nodding in agreement.
“It is possible that Harriet might argue that she has ceased all contact with her son,” he says, and the words hit me like a punch in the gut. “She might even go as far as to say that she has disowned Colby and banned him from the Nash premises, counting on him being in the wind and running from the cops to prove her point. She might say that she plans on raising Luna and Sammy to someday inherit the entire Nash business empire, and that Colby won’t be allowed anywhere near them. She may try to convince everyone that there is no more criminal activity going on within the Nash business. Of course, if the judge believes her, then he would be a complete idiot.”
“But it’s possible,” I murmur.
“Yes. I’m not going to sugarcoat anything for you, Halle. You need to know precisely what it is that you’re walking into.”
I have to appreciate this man for his patience and candor. I’ve been coming to his office, every Monday, for the past month. Chief Holt drives me if the Danson brothers are out on a call. I’m never alone, not while I’m out of the house or out of the fire station. It’s not the most comfortable arrangement, but it beats having to punch Colby’s lights out on the street.
