Page 59 of Southpaw Slots

My breath catches. There they are…and holding hands? Are my husband and boyfriend together? Warmth spreads through my chest and tears come to my eyes, not just because they have returned in one piece, but with the hope they could possibly love each other as much as I love them. Both.

Scrambling around Leo, he lets me by, seeing his master confidently strolling up the front path. Full speed sprinting, I lunge at my husband, wrapping my legs around him, but his legs falter and he falls backward onto his butt while still holding me. He’s laughing and the sound of his joy makes me cry, heaving sobs of relief.

“You’re home! You’re home!” I lift my arm and find Wyatt’s hand, pulling him down to us, and he envelops me from behind.

“We’re home, empress,” my husband says with a beautiful smile. One I feared I may never see again.

“You miss us, vix?” Wyatt says, his lips brushing against my neck. Turning, I give him a kiss, but he straightens up to a stand. “I need a shower. I’ll see you guys upstairs in a bit.” For some reason, he slips away from us quickly. It seems suspicious, but my attention focuses on my husband’s return.

Shoving Asa down, I crawl over the top of him as his chuckle eases to a small snicker. His fingers raise to stroke back all my hair that surrounds his face like a curtain around us. “Empress, I missed you.”

“I missed you. I should have gone with you. To support Wyatt, and you too. I’m so sorry. What happened? Why did it take you so long?”

“It’s good you didn’t come. The meeting turned into a riot, and we had to hightail it out of there. The men at the meeting lit the Escalade on fire. I think the gas tank blew up. So we hid in the woods and walked home. My dumb ass left my phone somewhere near a tree and Wyatt’s battery is dead.”

Resting my cheek against his chest, he holds me, the trickling of the pool filters the only sound other than his steady heart beats.

His finger works under my chin until he pulls my face up. “Arianna, I wanted to wait until the right time, but given that I almost fucking died tonight? I want to tell you now.”

“What?” Is he going to say there’s someone else? Does he now want to involve another woman?

“I love you.”

My heart skips a beat at his words so solemnly spoken. So serious for someone who isn’t by nature. “You do?”

As if he’s holding his breath, he nods a little and bites his bottom lip. “Do you? Do you…love me?”

I grasp his neck with my hands and squeeze my eyes closed for a moment. When I open them, he looks so expectant. Like my admission holds the key to his fortification or annihilation. Everything I’ve felt for him since our first kiss surges within me. And I give myself over to him. “I do. I love you, Asa. I love you, too.”

The smile that forms on his face broadens as some tears seem to gather in his eyes. “I feel like I won everything when I married you. You’re my little jackpot.”

“I’m lucky you’re my husband.” His head lifts to capture my lips and takes me to another planet. Our kisses make me feel like we were always meant to be. “Do you need water? Anything? A massage?” I ask, desperate to care for him. He’s lost everything and everyone. But now he has me.

“Water would be great. I’m gonna shower.” As he sits up, I help him stand by pulling on his hands. He leans against my shoulder with his arm around my waist as we amble to the house. “I love you,” he says, parting from me at the main stairs.

By the time I prepare a little snack and water for the boys and get to our room, both are in bed sound asleep, but instead of being on opposite sides, Wyatt has his arms wrapped around Asa, who’s in the middle. I set the tray on the nightstand and, as carefully as I can, I slip under the sheets. Asa wakes enough to tug me into his chest and we fall asleep that way. Wyatt holding my husband, who holds me.

When I wake up, Asa’s cock buries inside me as he spoons me. But instead of pressing lips to my neck like usual, they seem to be preoccupied elsewhere. At the sounds of smacking, I lift up and watch as my husband and boyfriend make out with each other.

Wyatt’s hand caresses Asa’s face and their tongues meld through their passionate open-mouthed kisses. It’s shocking to see them together, my stomach tightening as I stare at the two of them so entangled. I wanted Asa to share me, but I didn’t know I’d also be sharing him. Seeing it makes me feel strange. Asa pulls away and presses his mouth to my temple for a moment.

“Here, lay back,” he instructs me. Slipping out, he gets on top of me missionary style and Wyatt gathers my lips for a kiss. With a firm thrust, Asa enters me again, causing me to lose my breath at the thickness of him.

Asa leans over, but instead of kissing me, he strokes Wyatt’s cheek, and their faces meet together like they can’t part from one another. Asa’s other hand gathersmy neck and pulls me close to them until the three of us kiss each other. My pussy pulsates on Asa’s cock as we combine.

Asa pulls back for a moment and catches his breath. “Suck his cock, empress. He needs you.”

Wyatt puts his hand on my husband’s forearm and says, “I need both of you.” And something in the way the heat flares behind his eyes makes me almost explode right there. He needsus: Mr. Donovan and me. Warmth fills my soul as I realize we’re combining into one unit. A pack.

This is what I wanted. And it’s now happening.

Kneeling next to my head, Wyatt taps the head of his cock against my cheek until I turn and take him inside my mouth. He wraps an arm around Asa’s back and the two kiss again while my husband’s hips work up a frenzy inside of me.

Wyatt’s piercings poke down my throat until I gag. As if he’s incited by Asa’s tongue in his mouth, he thrusts erratically, as tears of joy spill down my cheeks. “I’m gonna come, vix.” The warning is just in time for me to catch every drop of his release in my mouth, the salty spray hitting my lips with force.

As he pulls back, Asa’s on top of me, licking up every spilled bead, and we share Wyatt’s cum between us. With his intense moans of approval, I lose it, ecstasy climbing up my spine and exploding within my core as I wrap my legs around my husband, my love, tighter. He follows and fills me whole, the two of usreaching our hands over to stroke Wyatt’s thighs as our elation reaches its height.

“I love you, Mrs. Donovan.” The warm moisture from Asa’s words hits my neck as he collapses on me.

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