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I take a deep, relaxing breath and force the tight band of muscle to relax and let Matty in.

A wanton moan escapes my throat when he finally does slip this thumb in. It feels foreign, odd, but not painful.

"Yeah, pretty girl, you like that?"

I moan again, bite my lip and nod my head. Matty begins a slow, leisurely in and out rhythm with his thumb.

It's not as intense as when they touch my clit, or hammer my G-spot, but a duller, fuller feeling. I couldn't come from this, but added to regular sex and I'm pretty sure I'd shout the roof down.

Matty pours some more lube down my crack, but this time I barely react. I'm panting at the pressure as he inserts a second finger, working me open for him.

I moan lowly, vaguely aware that the kids are upstairs. He removes his fingers and I give a whine of protest before something cold and hard presses in instead. He pumps it in and out, slowly, giving me time to adjust, until I'm throwing my hips back at him eagerly.

When it's finally fully seated, that delicious full feeling remains. I go to stand up, but Matty pushes me back down.

"Let me just get a picture. I'm going to make this my phone background." I go to protest, but then I imagine what I look like right now. Dress up over my hips, diamond butt plug riding overtop my bare pussy, panties around my ankles and I fucking love the image. I feel like a sex Goddess. So I flex my knee a little, giving a playful little kick to the image.

I can only imagine what my parents would think if they knew. I smile, in love with that dirty rebellion.

Matty chuckles before giving both cheeks a kiss and pulling my panties back up.

I stand, and the plug shifts awkwardly. I'm not sure how I'm meant to walk like this.

"How long must I wear it for?"

A flash of heat passes over Matty's face.

"You cantake it out after I leave. But now I'm always going to wonder if you're wearing it around us or not."

I smile. That sounds like a fun and kinky game.

Before I can think about the logistics, Matty simply kissed me on the forehead and tells me goodnight, before letting himself out of my house.

All I can do is shake my head at the man who is quickly becoming a part of me.

Chapter thirty-three

Matty

We're barely through the front door when pornographic sounds filter down the stairs from the bedrooms. I grin maniacally before taking the stairs two at a time, the slick sole of my dress shoe sliding a bit on the hardwood.

Rico's not running, but I can hear him hot on my heels.

The sight we find warms my heart in more ways than one. Santiago, balls deep in our woman.Our woman. Ours to love, ours to protect, ours to spoil every day for the rest of her life.

Even seeing Santiago's pale ass doesn't diminish from how goddamn proud I am of that beautiful son of a bitch. He finally got the girl. Despite it all, his childhood, his accident, his line of work, he hadn't given up hope. Or at least I don't think he did. Maybe Hannah just saw the good in him and forced him to accept her. Either way, I feel like a proud dad.

He notices us and twists to shield Hannah's body from us as if we all haven't had her at some point. Hannah notices us too, and reaches her hand out. Santiago bares his teeth like a dog.

She smacks his chest gently. "You have to share."

"Sharing is caring..." I droll, a feral grin on my face, while I loosen my tie.

Santiago's face changes from protective, to soft as he looks down at Hannah. He's clearly as gone for her as I am, and as I suspect Rico is. Rico's more reserved with his emotions, but I've picked up on subtle changes in him. He's more relaxed, smiles more, he delegates more of his work to his Lieutenants so he has more time forHannah and the kids.

He hasn't said anything outright, but I get the feeling he's working out the logistics of how we can all be together full-time.

Rico pulls his shirt off before Santiago reaches for his hand. He goes to drag Rico's hand between Hannah and him, but Rico pulls it back. "I love you like a hermano, man, but I'm not touching your balls."

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