Page 114 of Líadan's Code

“I love you,” I say, biting my lip. “I really do. I know I’m fucked up and broken?—”

“You’re perfect,” he growls, his eyes gazing into mine. Swallowing hard, I force myself to stay grounded in their embrace.

“It was so much,” I whisper. “I felt guilty for wanting you and now…”

“What, Princess?” he rumbles. Brendan buries his face in my neck as he slowly pulls his cock out of my pussy, making me shudder and Jordan kisses my forehead. I feel safe, cherished, and loved.

“I’m keeping you,” I breathe. “I hope you don’t have any second thoughts, because I’m not against tying you to my bed.”

“If I knew we just had to bang it out, I’d have done it sooner,” Jordan says with a wicked grin. “Also, please don’t tempt me, beautiful. Nothing sounds better than being tied to the bed while you ride me and Brendan fucks my mouth. I don’t submit easily, but that’s something I’d sign up for.”

My chuckle turns into a moan as he slowly pulls out of me as well, and the rush of cum from both of them spills out of me. Ugh.

Pulling something out of his pocket, he puts his cock back into pants as he drops to the floor.

“What are you… oh fuck!” I gasp as he presses something into my pussy. It almost feels like a tampon, but it works if it means I won’t be leaking all down my legs. Next, something cool cleans up my thighs, and Jordan is smirking as he stands.

Brendan chuckles as he helps me pull my skirt down, my legs now bare since he destroyed my tights. It was for a good cause, though, so I’m not even a little mad. Making sure I’m steady on my feet, he smirks at me as he moves in front of me.

“I wouldn’t have thought to bring a pussy plug. That’s genius,” Brendan murmurs.

I swear if they high five over my plugged pussy, I’m going to stab someone. Fuck, where is my knife anyway?

Bending over, Brendan picks up my knife, handing it to me so I can slip it back into my thigh holster. Surprisingly, that’s the only thing that survived our sexcapades. My pussy feels deliciously sore, and I’ll probably be walking a bit funny.

“You’re both going to tag team against me now, aren’t you?” I grumble just as my stomach loudly does too.

“I’m not going to answer that until we get some food into you,” Jordan says wisely, picking up the key I didn’t realize that I’d dropped. “We shouldn’t leave this behind, it’s the extra key to the rental.”

Brendan snorts and I roll my eyes as I walk out of the building with them following me. Fuck, I really am hungry.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Jordan

Laying between Brendan and Líadan as they sleep is one of the most comforting things imaginable. The last few days have been hell, knowing all the shit they’ve been closing up. As I ghost my hand down Líadan’s side, I frown as I rub her skin.

Is she thinner? I know that things have been stressful the last few days, but Brendan is usually really good about reminding her to eat. Líadan whimpers in her sleep, making me stiffen before she lurches up into a seated position.

Covering her mouth, she takes off running for the bathroom, nearly tripping over her feet.

She slept naked, as usual, but my concern is the fact that she barely makes it to the en-suite before she pulls her hair back and drops to her knees, to gag and throw up.

Jumping to my feet, I grab a pair of boxers as I walk, awkwardly pulling them on.

“Hey,” I say softly, following her in. Líadan’s entire body shudders as she pukes, and I pull her hair away, ensuring that it’s nowhere near her face. “We all ate the same thing last night. I don’t know how you have food poisoning.”

That’s all it could be, right? She said she couldn’t get pregnant, but…

Brendan walks into the bathroom, frowning as he sees Líadan on the ground, tears streaming from how painful her vomiting is. Grabbing a washcloth, he turns on the cold water to dampen it before he places it gently over her neck.

“I think we should go to the hospital or Dr. Kurtz,” he growls. “I swear to God, baby, something is going on. You’ve been getting dizzy the last few days, and you almost passed out during a torture session. Don't you dare tell me you think you caught a virus.”

“Wait, she’s been throwing up like this before?” I ask, confused. “Really?”

“No,” she croaks out, finally able to breathe as she flushes the toilet. Fuck, that was aggressive. It was some kind of Exorcist shit.

Tossing aside the washcloth, Brendan fills a glass with water and lifts it to her lips to take a sip. Her face has a sheen of sweat, and I slowly help her up, checking for a temperature.

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