Page 98 of Serpentine

Miles growls, leaning down and capturing my eager mouth. When his tongue waves against mine, I’m a goner. I lift the best I can and come hard and fast inside Aella. She buries her head in my neck as her walls clench down around me in ripples.

“Oh, God!” she repeats over and over as the orgasm continues to rip her to pieces.

Miles hangs close to my mouth, looking at me as if seeing me for the first time as Aella lifts and enters our bubble of contentment.

Her tongue darts out and slides into my mouth, turning my attention to her as I shift into her kiss, consumingly.

Then, she leaves my lips and captures Miles with sweet enthusiasm. He grips the back of her head like she’s the first drink he’s had in years.

I guess, in a way, she’s the first fresh drink of water he or I have had in a lifetime. We’re thirsty men.

She pulls back from him, looking between us both. “So, we’re doing this, yeah?”

Her breathless question comes out more like a plea.

Miles and I look at one another for a long, pregnant moment. I give him all the space he needs to answer.

He nods. “We’re doing this.”

A knock at the door breaks the moment to bits, and Miles pulls his fingers free of Aella’s ass, and she hisses. I likewise can’t contain a moan as she slides off me.

“Mr. Bardot, open this door! You have a visitor!” It’s an unknown voice, likely that of a nurse I’ve met a million times over the last few days.

“Visitor?” Miles asks, and Aella shimmies into her leggings, clearly uncomfortable with how wet between her thighs is with my cum leaking out of her. But it gives me a hell of a thrill to know a part of me is inside her. Even if it makes me a sick fuck.

“I’m going to go clean up,” she says, smirking like a devilish little minx as she slips into the bathroom.

Miles and I stare at one another for a moment as I shove myself back into my sweats and right the bedsheets.

But then, he moves to open the door, and the world tilts more than a little off its axis as Aella’s father walks through the door with a basket of items with a card attached, not unlike the ones from the Cobras who’ve sent things to my room over the last few days.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Miles snarls.

“Dad?” Aella says breathlessly, coming out of the bathroom.

Walter’s shock is equally as unsettling as he looks his daughter over and then glances between the three of us.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asks sternly.

THIRTY

AELLA

After a moment of shock, my dad sets his gift down half-heartedly.

“Why are you here?” I ask.

“I came to check on Braxton, is all,” he says, and something strange comes over his face. It’s as if he’s hiding even more that he doesn’t want to speak on. He’s an enigma. There has to be more.

“You have some fucking nerve coming here,” Miles says, and I come up to his side and slide my hand into his. It’s shaking, and I squeeze to let him know I’m with him. Even though my dad is in the room, I’m on their side.

Braxton’s eyes register where I’m holding him tightly, and the barest smirk lifts his lips.

“You still think I had something to do with her disappearance after all this time?” Dad asks, and in his eyes, I see the ringing truth. It makes my stomach uneasy.

He looks at me. “How do you know these two? Is this why you work for me? To spy for them?”

His being right on target sets me on edge, and I shift.

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