Page 81 of Dirty Heirs

I let out a relieved sigh.

Things between Ella and me had always been complicated. We had a bond similar to what I had with Aiden but different. I felt it the first time we kissed. But I could never fall for her like I did with Aiden. Not because I didn’t want to have feelings for her but because I knew how it would end.

I didn’t want to get hurt.

At least I tried to shield myself from any future pain. But once I let her into my life, I lowered my guard. Even when I attempted to hate her, I still wanted her. A part of me would always desire Ella Doyle, which was reckless and stupid.

When I arrived at the safe house, a trail of clothes was scattered across the floor, starting in the living room. I set the pizza boxes and drinks on the kitchen counter and followed the path Aiden and Ella left for me.

I hopped over Aiden’s graphic tee with red spray paint on the sleeves and collar. He usually had paint or charcoal on his clothes and skin. Aiden was a true artist.

Since he started working with The Serpents—a local secret society controlled by the Salvatores—he’d been working more than usual. He was staying up late nights recreating forgeries of famous paintings and sculptures. He was good at imitating other artists and was well-paid for it.

I walked past Ella’s dirty, white tank top and black bra. She hadn’t thought much about her appearance when she ran from Jimmy Walsh’s compound. Our girl was engaged to a monster. There was no fucking way I would ever let him have her.

I followed the clothing trail until it stopped at the bedroom door. Inside the ensuite bathroom, steam fogged the room and blew into my face. Aiden and Ella were in the shower, fucking like no time had passed.

I was annoyed they started without me.

“Oh, God, Aiden,” she whimpered as he drove into her. “You feel so good.”

“So do you, Cinders. Fuck, I missed you.” He bit her shoulder and fucked her harder, his fingers etched into her thighs. “I’m gonna fill you up until you’re nice and full of my cum, baby.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, digging her heels into his ass. “Fill me up. Put your baby in me.”

What the fuck?

I opened the shower door, and their heads snapped to me. “You better pull out, dumbass.”

Aiden shook his head, water dripping down her forehead and over his chiseled abdomen. For a guy who never worked out, he had the body of an athlete. He could have easily played football with me in high school. But he was too fucking cool to play sports. Mr. No Fucks Given was a team of one.

“Fuck, no,” Aiden grunted. “I have a plan. Get undressed and help me fuck our girl.”

I liked the sound of that.

Our girl.

After waiting eight years to have the best sex of my life again, I ripped off my suit in record time and got into the shower with them. I moved behind Aiden and rubbed my hard cock between his ass cheeks. “So what’s the plan?”

He lifted Ella a few inches to nail her at a different angle and choked out, “We’re getting Ella pregnant.”

I thought he was joking and laughed. “Yeah, okay. Good one.”

“I’m serious.” He put his palm on the wall behind Ella’s head and raced toward the finish line. “You want both of us, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I turned his face to meet mine and kissed his lips, tugging his bottom lip with my teeth. “When you’re done fucking her, you can fuck me.”

He smacked my ass and smirked. “That’s what I thought, Pretty Boy.”

“Aiden,” Ella whimpered, rocking her hips to meet each of his thrusts like a greedy little thing. “Oh, God.” Her eyes shifted, and she licked her lips. “Sonny, come here.” She lifted her hand and beckoned me with her finger. “Kiss me. Touch me.”

I stared at her, still thinking about Aiden’s proposal. He wanted to knock Ella up, but why?

Was he losing his mind?

I didn’t ask questions and took turns kissing them, even more turned on by the sexy sounds they made for me. Palming Ella’s big tit in my hand, I massaged my thumb over her nipple. She whimpered into my mouth when I tugged on the tiny bud, and within seconds, she was coming on Aiden’s dick.

I missed this.

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