Page 83 of Dirty Heirs

I took her flesh between my teeth.

“Did you miss me, El?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes closing from the sheer force of us pounding into her. “I missed this.”

Aiden’s hand slid from my shoulder to my throat, his grunts vibrating against my ear. “You look so pretty when you fuck.” His palm crashed down on my wet ass cheek, and with the water raining down on us, it stung a little. “This tight ass feels so good.” He slapped me again and groaned, “Fuck. ”

Ella’s whimpers drew my attention back to her beautiful heart-shaped face as her pussy squeezed my cock. “Sonny…” Her gaze drifted over my shoulder, “Aiden.” She bit her lip, eyes closing for a second before snapping open. “I’m coming.”

Much like the last time we had sex, the sheer force of her orgasm took me by surprise. She gushed all over my cock, my legs shaking as the orgasm commanded control of my body. Warmth spread down my spine, all the way to my toes. An overwhelming sensation ignited a fire inside me that only Aiden and Ella could extinguish.

When was the last time I was this happy?

I could only think of one day.

The night we spent together.

After Aiden came, he pulled out, his cum dripping out of my ass. I loved feeling him inside me. I loved kissing and holding him. There wasn’t a single thing I didn’t like about Aiden. Years of pining over him had fucked with my head. Regardless of the consequences, I was ready to go all in with them.

This was happiness.

Aiden hooked his arm around me and kissed my lips before giving Ella a soft peck. “I’m not letting either of you go. This time, you’re mine.”

“We’re not kids anymore,” I told him. “No fucking around. If we’re going to do this, we go full tilt. All or nothing.”

“I’m in,” Ella said without hesitation. “I risked my life to come back here… to be with you.”

“So, we’re doing this?” Aiden’s blue eyes lit up from a grin.

I nodded.

“Hell, yeah,” Ella said.

After we showered and toweled ourselves dry, my cell phone rang. It was Cole Marshall. He was supposed to be on a mission with Marcello and Alpha Command to extract Drake from a cave in New Mexico. They had tracked Drake and Tate there.

I fished the phone from my pants pocket and raised it to my ear. “Did you find Drake?”

“Yes and no,” Cole bit out. “We found Drake, but The Lucaya Group took Marcello. They have him, Sonny.” In the background, I heard drilling and a few men shouting. “Marcello is gone.”

Chapter Thirty-Eight

ELLA

After getting the call about Marcello, Sonny was a mess. They were best friends and closer than brothers. So, I comforted Sonny with food and sex, doing my best to take his mind off reality.

Aiden helped, too.

We sucked Sonny’s cock to distract him. Climbed on top of him whenever he started letting his mind wander to all the horrible possibilities. Waiting to hear from Cole Marshall drove all of us crazy.

When Marcello finally called, Sonny snatched the phone from the table. “Cello? You scared the fucking shit out of me.” A slow smile spread across his face. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” I heard him say, but it sounded like a lie.

He was tortured and nearly killed in that cave.

Sonny rose from the couch and walked into the kitchen. “How about Drake?” He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and let out a relieved breath. “Good, good. And Tate?” Turning his back to us, he sighed. “Fuck. They killed him.” A pause. “You both had to watch? Shit. How is Drake doing?”

Their conversation continued for another five minutes, with Marcello giving him updates on what had happened in the cave. Sonny had tears in his eyes and scrubbed a hand at his cheeks. But overall, he seemed okay, more relieved than anything.

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