Page 146 of The Pact

I lock eyes with him as I get him slick for me.

Wesley’s head falls back and the break in eye contact makes something else catch my attention. Standing in the doorway, I see Damian leaning up against the frame, watching us. He’s not just watching—his hand is running over his pants, he’s fucking hard.

Wesley hasn’t noticed him and this sends a rush of arousal straight to my core.

I pull my mouth from Wes and straddle him, lifting myself and guiding him right to my entrance. He slides in easily, filling every inch of me. His hands grip my hips as he tries to take charge, but I stop him.

“No,” I say forcefully. Leaning forward, I steady myself with one hand on his chest while the other grabs his chin. “You’re not in control. Do you understand me?” Wesley nods.

This is what I like about him. He’ll let me have the power, sometimes. Damian won’t let up his control and that’s usually fine, but right now, I need to call the shots.

Pushing myself back up, I slide my fingers beneath the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards. “Off,” I demand. He pulls it the rest of the way over his head and arms. I plant my hands back on his tan chest, sinking my nails into him.

“Fuck, I need to be mean to you more often,” Wesley grits out, arching his hips into me.

I’ve held back long enough.

Rocking against him, I build up a slow, steady rhythm—sliding him out so that his tip is barely inside of me before thrusting him back in. Over and over, I tease us both, controlling our pleasure. I can feel him slowly getting impatient. He wants more. He wants me wild.

Looking back up at the doorway, I see Damian has his cock out, stroking it at a similar leisurely pace. The sight of him getting off to us sends a surge of excitement through me. I move faster against Wes, keeping my eyes on Damian.

I want nothing more than to watch him come as I ride his brother’s cock. The idea alone pushes me closer to my climax. Wesley moans beneath me, his grip is bruising and I’m crying out as I teeter on the line of pain and pleasure.

In the distance, I hear the faint sound of Damian trying to hold back his own moans. Wesley hears it too and his head turns in the direction. I reach down to stop him.

“Eyes on me.” I only release his chin when he seems content with obeying me. There’s something so much better about just Damian and me knowing that he’s here watching.

I see Damian’s jaw clench, he’s getting close. I know how to get him there—I relinquish my control over Wesley. Wrapping my hands beneath his arms and over his shoulders, I pull him upwards so that we’re chest to chest. He holds me so tightly I think he might crush me. Using the leverage of his hold, he drives his cock deep inside me mercilessly.

Three strokes…four strokes…Fuck. “I’m coming!” I scream it repeatedly until my words are breathless pants. I stare at Damian over Wesley’s shoulder just in time to see his whole body tense as he comes.

Wesley’s still fucking me, hard and fast. He follows closely after Damian—gripping me painfully as he spills inside of me, his cock twitching with each aftershock of his release.

I bury my head in his neck, closing my eyes for a moment. When I glance up, Damian’s gone and I’m left more confused than ever.

“Everything looks perfect,” Cassie coos as she glances around at the transformed waiting area. The chairs have been rearranged to accommodate a rectangular table with glasses of champagne and finger foods. “T minus twenty minutes!”

Just enough time for me to down a bottle of water and get something in my stomach—today’s going to be a long one.

We’ve been at the studio since seven, prepping everything for the Halos and Horns event. I was worried about promoting and getting sign ups with such short notice, but I was pleasantly surprised that we filled up quickly.

As of last night, we still had people calling to see if they could come.

“Anything else I can do for you ladies?” Anthony asks, wiping sweat from his brow. He’s been helping us with everything from hanging curtains to building prop racks.

Cass pops up on her tiptoes and kisses him on the cheek. “I think we’re all good. Thank you so much, babe.” He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her in close for a hug before grabbing his tools and heading out.

“Thank you for doing this. It really means a lot that you’ve been enthusiastic about this idea.” I give her an appreciative smile and she meets it with one of her own.

“Thea, this was a great idea. You don’t have to thank me. I’m really excited about this and I honestly can’t wait to do more events like this with you.”

Warmth fills my heart. I hate we went through our rough patch, although it seems like things are better than ever.

For the first time in weeks, I feel like everything will be alright. All the shitty things I’ve gone through won’t hold me down. The truck, being denied for the property, the flooding, being sick, all the issues with Gavin—those won't be the reasons I don’t succeed.

I determine that.

I see the first person standing outside of the studio doors, waiting for us to open. My stomach flutters in excitement and nervousness. We’ve planned all of this in theory, but we anticipate the execution won’t go exactly the way we want, so we’re prepared for this as much as we can be.

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