Page 76 of Choices

The assault on my G-spot, and the sudden, sharp stimulation on my clit has me screaming again, this orgasm sharp and sudden.

Matty drops me to his lap before gripping my hips and pulling me against him as he shouts his own release. I've never heard a sexier sound. I melt against Matty's chest, just concentrating on catching my breath. I may have started riding again, but I'm still seriously out of shape if I'm going to keep up with the sex drive of three men.

Matty runs his nose up my throat before nipping my earlobe and sucking it into his mouth.

"Fuck, pretty girl. I'm never letting you go."

I smileand turn my face into his neck. "The feeling's mutual."

He gently grabs my ankles and helps me set them on the floor before urging me to stand up. I do, but on wobbly legs. Once he's certain I'm not going to fall, he dives back under my skirt.

"Christ, that's a pretty sight."

I go to squeeze my legs tight as I feel his warm come slide down my thigh. His warm hands stop me, though.

"I like seeing my come on you like this. It means you're mine."

Am I his, though? Where does that leave Santiago and Rico? Would they be angry? Would Matty if I said I wanted them all? I've just come out of a very long monogamous relationship. The idea of settling down with just one guy makes me want to break out in hives. Matty wipes his cum off my leg with what I'm assuming is his handkerchief before flipping my skirt over his head again.

He smacks my ass. "Mine, and theirs," he says and I'm instantly reassured.

He tosses his handkerchief into the trash can before pulling me down on his lap again, sideways this time.

He peppers sweet kisses up and down my neck, my collarbone, and my temple. I know I need to leave soon to get the kids, and Matty's club will be opening soon, so I know I have to leave, but this tender moment of kisses and caresses is just what I need to not feel used.

I know Matty doesn't look at me that way, but the sweet touches are just what I need at the moment. Matty is a complex man - childish, stalkerish, morally grey, slightly unhinged, but also sweet, dirty, and deeply feeling. He may hide his emotions under his playful exterior, but the way he's touching me now makes me realize, he needsthese moments of intimacy as much as I do. To feel connected, important.

"I love you," I whisper, eager to reassure him that he matters to me, but also to admit the truth to myself. All three of these men have wiggled their way into my heart with their thoughtfulness, care, attention, and how easily they've not only accepted but loved my children.

Matty squeezes me tighter, before kicking his legs like a little kid. "Hannah loves me!" He shouts into the room and I can't help the laugh that bubbles out of me. His large hands come to my face, turning me towards him so we're nose to nose. "I love you more, pretty girl."

I roll my eyes playfully before leaning in and kissing him. The kiss is sweet, tender, and caring, saying everything with our lips and tongues that our hearts are feeling. I rest my hands on his chest, feeling his heart thumping beneath my hand.

He stands and pulls me with him.

"Time for Cinderella to get back to the pumpkin." He starts towards the doors, stepping on all of the papers he spilled in his rush to get to me. He holds my hand, but pauses quickly, almost making me bump into his back with the suddenness.

"What are you doing?" I ask as I watch him pick up my discarded panties from the floor. He releases my hand before walking over to his desk and putting my panties in the top drawer of his desk.

"Keeping your slipper, of course."

Chapter thirty

Rico

“Your girl is incredible, Boss. You would have been so proud.”

There's lightness and humor in Johnson's voice but I'm still fuming.

"What did she say?" I know I told the boys I trusted her, and I do, but I have a niggling sense of worry I need to be smoothed.

"She basically said any day or night he wants to know about she's with you..." I can fucking hear the smug smirk over the phone. "...doing...extracurricular activities."

"Fuck it, Johnson, I don't have time to interpret whatever the fuck you're saying." I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"He asked her about your whereabouts last night and she said that if he ever has a question about any of your whereabouts, you're at her place having a...gangbang." He coughed out the last word.

My eyes widen. Not that she used that word, but that she offered herself as an alibi for us for everything. That she protected us. I rub my chest. That's not a familiar feeling. I do the protecting.

---