Page 81 of Shameless

“Didn’t Evan call the cops on you and you were found on a yacht so full of your ‘merch’ to get you locked up for decades? Or at least that’s what I heard.”

That arrogant smile is back on his face. “Luckily the yacht was in Miami and not New York. My family has excellent connections there even at a federal level. New York has always been a tougher nut to crack, thanks to judges like Lula’s stepfather. The yacht was under someone else’s name and the judge accepted my version that I was there for a party and fell asleep after indulging a little too much. So they let me go and the guy whose name is on the boat got twenty years.”

Jesus. “So some poor idiot is paying for a crime he didn’t commit?”

Mason snorts, amused by my question. “Believe me, the guy whose name was on the boat’s title, had a rap sheet longer than our constitution. Besides, my family is taking care of his. We don’t abandon our friends and we never forget our fucking enemies.”

I can’t help but laugh. “Mafia 101, huh?”

“Exactly.”

I guess it makes sense. “So Lula’s stepfather is clean? He didn’t strike me like a nice guy on Twinberry Cove. He was acting like he expected special treatment from everyone, including law enforcement.”

Mason’s gaze darkens. “I said he was a tougher nut to crack, not that he was clean. He just likes to look like he takes a hard stand on a certain kind of crime, but he’ll do all kind of shady stuff to further his political ambitions.”

I hate that, but I’m not surprised. “So Evan gets away with what he did to you?”

“For now,” Mason scowls. “We can’t touch his family without major problems with our political connections, but they better watch their backs. The higher you climb, the further you fall.”

Lula

“Today blows,” Stefan complains, pulling on his tie. “After roping us into helping with the kids’ raffle, Mom could have at least excused us from this formal dinner. Now we have no time to drink our champagne.” He throws a wistful look at the mini fridge in the manager’s office.

Crew clasps his shoulder in a comforting gesture. “No one will touch our champagne, Stef. Once dinner is over, everyone will be out watching the fireworks. Your house is empty. I was thinking we could skip the show and take that bottle home with us.”

I run my hands down the lapel of his navy blue suit jacket. “That sounds like a great idea, Crew. Besides, my room looks over the beach and we’re positioned just so that we’ll have an excellent view of the fireworks. Our town is on a semicircular cove and the docks are right opposite Arianna’s house.”

Excitement dances in Crew’s dark blue eyes. “Awesome. I’m looking forward to it. By the way, you look gorgeous tonight.”

I feel gorgeous in a black midi dress that fits me like a glove. The fabric is woven with silver threads that aren’t noticeable until the light hits me just right and then it shimmers in a burst similar to a firework.

“Thanks,” I murmur. “You look handsome too. The blue of your suit makes the blue of your eyes pop.”

“Fuck,” Crew growls, running a hand up my outer thigh and lifting the soft fabric of my dress. “Maybe we could get in a quickie and be fashionably late.”

The feeling of the cool, smooth material of my dress in contrast with the warm, slightly rough palm of Crew’s hand would be enough to convince me, but it’s the promise in the dark blue depths of Crew’s eyes that seals the deal.

“I can be quick,” I breathe out, but move my face to the side and out of reach of Crew’s lips when he tries to kiss me.

“What’s up, baby?” He asks, taken aback. “Have I done something wrong?”

I arch away from him, offering him my neck. “No, but no kisses on the lips. I spent twenty minutes applying my lipstick and while it stays on when I eat and drink, I doubt it will resist your kisses.”

Crew’s lips quirk up in an amused smile. “Maybe we should test this lipstick’s stay on power?”

I’m about to cave in, because I can’t resist Crew’s kisses, but Stefan’s hot breath on the back of my neck makes me turn to look at him.

“Or, we could see where else on Lula’s body we could leave our marks,” he suggests, lowering the spaghetti strap of my dressand placing an open mouthed kiss under my shoulder blade. “As long as we go where the dress covers her, we’ll be the only ones to know.”

Crew’s smile widens and he sinks down to his knees in front of me. “Hmm that’s an awesome idea, brother.” His hot, open mouth latches on the inside of one of my thighs, teasing the soft skin with his tongue and teeth.

“Oh my God,” I close my eyes, leaning against Stefan’s solid body as my knees go weak thanks to Crew’s expert mouth. “That feels so good.”

Crew moves up my thighs, closer to the apex, his lips just playing with the lace of my panties. “Wait until I reach my target.”

He’s going to eat me out and I know that will make us more than fashionably late, because Stefan will probably want a taste too, but I’m beyond caring. There’s no way I can resist my two boyfriends when they work together to make me feel good.

Woof.

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