Page 60 of The Enforcer

“I can’t move,” I say to no one in particular, drawing a tired chuckle from everyone. “I’m going to be sore tomorrow.”

Finn makes his way over to me, laying his head on my chest when he does. “Worth it though.” I hum in agreement, dragging a hand up so I can run my fingers through Finn’s hair.

“You okay?” Zeke asks in my ear, kissing me on the neck. I shiver, my body still oversensitive. My cock twitches at the brief touch and I wonder how it can muster even that.

I nod, finally turning to meet Zeke’s eyes. “I am. You?”

“Good.”

“Finn?” I ask, moving my hand from his hair to trail it up and down the soft skin of his back.

There’s a smile in his voice when he says, “I’m good. Rax?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rax grumbles like he didn’t just shout his release loud enough to wake the entire island. “We’re all good. Let’s shower. We’re sticky.”

Beside me, Zeke chuckles, but rolls over onto his knees. Rax scoops Finn off my chest, making him giggle. Zeke holds out his hand and I grab it, letting him haul me up. He grunts, since I don’t help him at all and he registers my dead weight. “Brat,” he mutters when he gets me up.

I chuckle, then groan when his cum leaks out of me. “A shower is a good call.”

“True. Let me clean you up.”

Zeke helps me upstairs—I’m moving slowly since my ass is sore as fuck from taking a pounding from two large cocks—stuffing me in the shower and washing me clean. He doesn’t push his cum back in me like he usually does, probably because he knows I can’t take it. He simply runs a cloth delicately over my ass, cleaning all his cum from my hole and leg where it dripped.

Once we’re showered and dressed, we head back downstairs where we hear Finn and Rax talking.

We enter the kitchen and sit at the table. Finn places reheated dinner in front of us. Thank God. I’m fucking starved after all the calories we just burned. I shovel food in my mouth, moaning as it hits my tongue. I always inhale Zeke’s food, but after that marathon, I’m fucking famished.

I’m not the only one that feels that way. There’s no talking as we all dig in, the only sounds in the room are of our forks hitting plates.

After we’ve all eaten our fill, we sit back and look at each other. We glance around and after a beat or two, burst into laughter. I’m not sure what’s so funny but laughing releases whatever tension was floating around the room since we sat down.

We all just shared something so hot, so intense I can’t put it into words. It wasn’t something I’d ever planned, but not something I regret. It was … fucking amazing. I never thought about group sex before, but I don’t think I would have imagined it like what we just shared. We all moved so fluidly together, so in sync with what we wanted. I don’t think anyone else would have made it as good for me as Rax, Finn, and Zeke.

As soon as we get our laughter under control, Finn leans forward, eyes sparkling. “That wasn’t a one off, right?” His gaze swings over to me. “You’ll come back so we can do it again?”

I’m nodding before he finishes his sentences. “I’ll definitely come back.” Reaching over, I grab Zeke’s hand, threading our fingers together, and kiss his knuckles. “We’ll be back.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Zeke

Our time in Cuba was great, better than I expected. Not only because of our last night there, but because of how free Shane looked. He seemed to come alive while we were there, shedding the last almost ten years of having a restrictive schedule and working himself hard to advance in his firm. With the plan of opening his own firm in place, he looks more relaxed than I’ve ever seen him. There’s no urgency to his days; he’s just doing what the fuck he wants to do.

When we get back to the states, I have to immediately get back to work. Kirk is still on the run from the club and I need to jump in to help. I’ve been on vacation for too long—though the whole time I was there wasn’t spent in leisure. I toured the new warehouse, oversaw the drugs being measured, wrapped in their cellophane, and packed in crates. It was boring work that required attention, and I had to spend long hours walking back and forth down the line of workers, making sure everything was wrapped and packaged to our liking.

Before I got back with the brothers from Devil’s Mayhem, I went with Shane to pack up his office. It wasn’t necessary, but I was hoping to run into the guy he had words with so I could have a few of my own. Fucking asshole.

Shane had been here for a while, so packing everything up wasn’t quick. He also had to take the case files to other attorneys that will take over his workload. He doesn’t look happy about it. “I would rather finish what I started,” he tells me as he was putting some case files into a box. “But it is what it is.”

I pull him into my arms, kissing his forehead as he sighs deeply. He might not be upset about leaving the job, but I know he liked working hard for his clients. Leaving before he can finish their cases will probably weigh heavily on him.

“Those clients can always hire you when you set up your own firm,” I say, kissing his nose.

“Yeah, that’s going to take at least six months. Some people can’t wait that long.”

A few of Shane’s old coworkers come by and ask after him, wondering if he really quit. More than a few mention how good he looks, saying his new tan suits him. That it does. But with or without the tan, Shane is hot as fuck. He thanks them and tells everyone that he really did quit and he won’t be coming back, no matter how much people tell him they’ll need him.

Unfortunately, we don’t run into the man that had a bug up his ass about me. I try to stick around to see if he walks by or something, but Shane drags me away. “You can always scare Mr. Clinton some other time,” he mutters, smiling over his shoulder at me. Shane knows me so well.

---