Page 19 of Vail

“Fuck,” Hartley moaned, his hands going to my hips again.

My lips found his so I could kiss him and get in on what he felt. My exhaustion began to fade in favor of another orgasm. Hartley got there quicker than me. He lined up and slid back inside me, moaning again.

“You’re so fucking hot, Vail. The way you suck me in.”

Jordan slid lower, the head of his dick pressing to my hole. Not going in but rubbing against my tender flesh. “Will you take us both one day, Vail? Not now. You’re not ready for it, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yes,” I said, breaking my kiss from Hartley. “I want you both.”

“The thought of us in you…” Hot cum splashed my back as Jordan started coming.

I was fully hard with my face tucked against Hartley’s neck, needing more friction than I was currently getting.

Jordan flattened his palm against my back, smearing his cum into my skin. He reached around to grasp me and started jerking me with this slick hand, giving me the help I needed to get closer once more.

Hartley came first, flooding me again. Jordan didn’t let up, kept jerking me until I came with a shout. Even then he kept at it until I was too sensitive and had to slap his hand away.

By the time I floated back to reality, I was covered in sweat, cum, and my limbs were jelly.

“Jesus,” I muttered, unable to lift myself from Hartley. I had to be crushing him. He didn’t seem to care. His arms were around me.

Jordan ran his hand over my skin along Hartley’s side almost like he was petting us. Damn, we were gross.

“Let’s get in the shower,” he said.

“No,” I mumbled against Hartley’s shoulder.

Jordan chuckled. When Hartley laughed, it lit me up inside. When Jordan did it, it was a gift he was granting us.

“Come on.” Jordan took my arm in his hand and started prying me from Hartley. Our skin was so damn sticky. I let Jordan maneuver me until I stood next to the bed. More cum slid from my ass. That got me moving toward the bathroom. There was only so much I could take. Now I really needed soap and water.

Jordan wouldn’t let Hartley or I do anything but stand in the shower, with the water raining down on us while he took his time cleaning our bodies. This powerful man got on his knees to make sure he soaped all of us. Every time he was down there, whether in here, or in another room, I was reminded how much of a hold we had over him. It wasn’t one we’d take for granted. Jordan handed us his heart, knowing we’d protect it.

He was wounded in many ways. There were small scars on his body, but the internal ones ran much deeper. Jordan had seen and done a lot of things. In here with us, he could push it aside. We gave him the safe space to not have to worry about anything else.

For a little while, we saw him relaxed. He might have thought being out in the world, doing the shit he did, was his element. I knew better. It was in here where Jordan could be who he truly was.

9

HARTLEY

I wasn’t excited. Not at all. Except I really was.

I was finally at the point where I could open my studio. It wasn’t a storefront… yet. One day I’d like to make it so. Until then, I had everything in place for me to increase production, work smoother, and I even hired one of my previous employees back, thanks to not having to pay rent. Jordan had bought me the place. And all the supplies and equipment. I kept telling him not to, but Jordan did what he wanted. I couldn’t turn it away. It was everything I used to have but better.

Hazel was petite with long black hair that went nearly to her waist. She was here to help with my business management. The more she took over, the more time I had to focus on creating.

“I’ve got your accounting set up and your social media pages have been revamped with your new logo,” she told me.

“Thank you. I’m so glad you came back to work with me.”

“Of course. I hated leaving the first time. Not even growly Jordan Altair could scare me away.”

I grinned. Anyone who worked for me had to be comfortable with Jordan being here. The studio was also only two blocks from where we lived. There were always guards around me too. Jordan was more protective with Gil in the wind.

I had Rory and Kayli with me today. Kayli didn’t typically provide protection, but she wanted to dress up and come to the party.

Kayli ran her fingers over a suit I had on a mannequin. It was one of Dexen’s that hadn’t been delivered yet. He commissioned more after the first one. “Are you sure you don’t want to make women’s clothing?”

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