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I shut my eyes, gnawing my lip at the decision I needed to make, but Ryan was worth it. The question now was, would these three let me help her, or would I be dissolving bodies in Caleb’s tub?
I pulled the phone away as I let out a resigned sigh. I guess these three were about to become acquainted with my secrets.
“Anything for you, Ryan. But I have a bit of an asshole men problem at the moment.”
CHAPTER 32
CALEB
MRS. CALLAHAN, OPEN YOUR MOUTH
Tingles spread across my skin and anger flooded my system the moment she murmured another man’s name with affection in her tone.
Her affection should be ours alone.
I burned feverishly hot—out of my fucking mind with delusion. I knew the thought was completely irrational, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Her heel dug into the flesh of my thigh, threatening to deliver a punishing blow to my balls if I made another attempt for her phone. I glanced over to Niko, projecting my thought without words and without drawing her attention to our intentions. I wanted to talk to this fucking Ryan person and let him know he better savor his last days because we would be coming to kill him very soon.
Why the fuck did she have a burner phone buried in her bag?
Her eyes flicked up toward me, causing her to look at me through her black lashes. Her plump lips pulled up at the corners into a sly grin. Clearly, they were speaking about me, and I’d had enough of the secrets.
I yanked on her delicate ankle. The move sent her sliding down the couch, her back flat on the seat cushion. I shoved myself between her open thighs, keeping a hold on her ankle. She shuddered, her breath ragged with excitement as my hand wrapped around her elegant throat.
Clearly, it was my favorite handhold because we always seemed to end up in this position—her heartbeat fluttering under my calloused palm. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. She wasn’t concerned that I held power over her every breath. In fact, her stare was carnal and sexual. She lay there, unmoving, but her abdomen was flexed, her muscles bunched like she was waiting to attack.
She’d let me take power over her, and I had the sinking suspicion it was because she loved the thought of wrestling it back from me.
Caring for someone meant having a weakness. I already had two I would die for, but I knew they could handle this life. And as I stared down at this beautiful anomaly who’d matched me in every way since the moment I met her, it dawned on me that she could handle it too.
My irritation increased tenfold. “Tell your little friend you need to go because your husband is going to stuff his cock down your throat.”
The comment ignited the air crackling with sexually charged energy. Her chest heaved, and her eyes were now as black as the barrel of a gun, electricity jolting across our bodies.
“Do you need me to look into what’s happening? I’m guessing the club is compromised if you need to meet at my place,” she responded. It took me a moment to realize that she was talking to the fucker on the other end of the line.
Her eyes drilled into mine. A flicker of defiance intertwined with excitement sparkled in them. She knew she would be punished for this little episode as soon as she hung up. The only reason I’d allowed her to continue the conversation was because there was no fucking way she’d tell us what was happening if I forced her to end the call.
I’d appreciated how my brothers let me take the lead on this, but it was clear they were just as pissed off.
“I’ll text you with the details. You know where to go. I’ll meet you there.”
The moment she flipped the phone closed, it was as if all the oxygen was sucked from the room. We teetered on the edge of madness, waiting on bated breath to see who’d move first.
Her breath hitched when I slid my hand down her inner thigh, pressing my fingers against her pussy. It was as if I’d been doused in accelerant and her pleasured gasp was the flick of a match that set me on fire. She grew wetter, soaking through her leggings with each circle of my thumb on her clit.
“Who told you that you could speak to another man, wife?”
I punctuated the question by slamming my fingers inside her, uncaring that the spandex prevented them from going in more than a few centimeters. She choked on air with her inhale at the intrusion. But I didn’t give a fuck. She deserved to feel the rough rub of the fabric in her dripping cunt and the unsatisfying feeling of my fingers only barely fucking her.
“Fuck you, Caleb. I can speak to whoever I want,” she bit out. Her words were strained as she thrashed against my hands, trying to force more length into her heat.
A groan of pleasure came from the direction of Kenji and Niko. I’d bet a million fucking dollars that they would both have their dicks in their hands in a matter of minutes. She wouldn’t be the first woman we shared, but I knew she’d be the last.
“Kenji, let’s look at these sexy fucking tits.”
He practically tripped over himself, scrambling over to where she writhed on the sofa. His hands grasped the sports bra, yanking the offending fabric up, exposing her teardrop breasts. The sight of him pinching her nipples, rolling the pebbled peaks between his fingers, sent a shot of lust through my balls, tearing a moan free.
