Page 76 of Heat Hesitation

I can't muster more than a moan because they're pounding into me. The pressure is incredible, and before long, we all feel my pussy fluttering, ass tightening. Each drag of their cocks, my body milks them both, faster and shakier, my orgasm building higher and higher.

Theo comes first with a roar, but he stays inside me, holding me tightly from behind, focusing his attention on my clit while Asher bucks upward, wildly beneath me. It's becoming choppy, and with Theo's fingers on my clit, we come together in a mess of shakes and jerky movements.

"Fuck yes! Fuck, so good Phe, such a good fucking girl!"

Asher grunts again, and the second his muscles stop contracting, his head drops to my shoulder, tenderly kissing my bite mark.

Theo pulls out, then Asher, and it's wet and sticky, making me shiver. No one moves for a minute, but eventually, Theo gets up and passes out towels, cleaning me up first, then our mess.

A scream from the movie pulls my attention up. "Ew."

Asher chuckles. "I guess we weren't that fast. That's pretty gross."

I start laughing, and though I feel like I'm burning up, in some type of heat spike, and my body shakes from the aftermath of the sex, we relax and finish the rest of the movie.

The jokes resume, the popcorn-throwing commences, and it's the perfect fucking afternoon.

Why have this beautiful house and all this cool shit and not use it? I've not seen the guys swim in their pool once since I moved in. And it's summer! And it's heated!

When the movie ends, since Greta's gone for the day, I convince the guys to help me cook dinner for Sully and Enzo, who will be home soon.

Theo's phone beeps, and a moment later, Asher's goes off. We ascend the stairs into the kitchen, and Theo gripes, "Give me your phone pussycat."

I turn around. At the same time, I tune into Asher through the bond, and it's compounded by an apologetic, frustrated look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask them both.

Neither reply, then my phone beeps. Theo leaps for it, trying to wrestle it out of my hands. "Get off me!" I screech. He's nearly a foot taller than me, with hard packed muscle. Of course he steals it right out of my hands.

So, I have to employ other tactics. "Theodore Constantine, you hand me my phone right now, or I will not let you touch me for the rest of the week!"

A look of shock crosses his face, and he pouts like a kicked puppy, as if he didn't just get off inside me. "Oh my god, what is wrong with you? Hand it over!" The phones all start beeping again.

"She's going to find out anyway," Asher cajoles, but he doesn't look too happy either. I hold my hand out and, reluctantly, he places my phone back in my hand.

It's a news alert from the Daily Rag. "Huh."

"Huh?" Theo's eyebrows shoot up. "You're not mad?"

"It's a picture of Enzo and me kissing. Of course I'm not mad."

"Did you, uh…" he clears his throat, "Did you read the headline?"

"Constantine Pack courts stripper from South Loop," I read aloud. "That's… unimaginative."

I take a seat at the breakfast bar and read through the article. I don't care that I'm outed as dating them. I don't even care that I'm falsely outed as a stripper—I ought to write those jerks and tell them I'm an exotic dancer, not a stripper—but I do care about what this article says about Enzo.

I keep reading aloud, "Sources say the fourth, lesser-known Alpha of the Constantine Pack, colloquially nicknamed the Freak of Arrow Cove for his freakish talents in manipulating their stock prices and credited for Constantine's extreme luck in financial pivots and takeovers, has bonded an omega stripper and part-time caterer from the impoverished South Loop neighborhood. Sources also claim the other three alphas, who have not been spotted in weeks, typically with a High Hills beta or omega, are reportedly unhappy with their eccentric brother, and discussions are apparently taking place at the pack's disbandment."

The guys have started collecting dinner ingredients around me like I didn't just drop this bomb. I look up, and even through the bond, I can sense that Asher is more concerned for me than what was published. I look back at the article. It really is a great picture. Enzo and I are in an embrace. He's consuming me, body and soul. It was such a simple kiss, really, but even through the photo, I could feel his love for me. I hate that this article paints him in a bad light.

"Why are you guys acting like this isn't a big deal?"

Theo bites into a raw green bean, shrugging, "It isn't."

"Then why'd you try to keep it from me?"

"Because I knew it would upset you. You have to remember, they only write trash. And it's mostly pictures. The only reputable newspaper in the city is The Cove Herald, but they hardly ever post op-eds, gossip, or society-related news, so it's less popular. Enzo has a subscription." He grins with his teeth, making a point. "You know the Rag's tagline, right?"

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