Page 89 of The Devils of Saint City

Asher’s been calling her that since I told him I picked the name Cheese because she was “mine, na-chos” but I have to admit it’s a better nickname than the one Manson gave her.

“I think Yappy needs to pee. Let her out.”

“Youlet her out,” Ash argues, teeth finding the thin skin on my neck, making my eyes flutter.

“Wait, wait. Go take care of the baby, I’ll take care of my ass.”

They both growl, their fingers digging into me like it pains them to let me go, but ultimately they step aside to do as told. “We’ll meet you in the room. Take your time.”

Asher tugs Manson by the hand and as I walk away I see them springing into action, taking care of our dog like she really is our baby, and blocking off the hallway so she can’t cry at the door.

It makes me smile even as my stomach squirms with nervous butterflies.

I can’t believe I’m about to let them do this.

Racing to the bathroom, I spend almost twenty minutes with an enema, numbing lube, and the biggest plug we’ve got. It still doesn’t feel like enough when I hear those fuckers pacing outside the bathroom door.

They really want this.

“Just a few more minutes,” I lie. “You’ll be alright.”

The door flies open a second later, proving me wrong in the best of ways. “No we won’t be,” Manson rushes out, their huge bodies getting stuck in the doorframe when they try to rush toward me at the same time.

That’s about to be my ass. Holy shit.

God, that better not turn out to be a pun.

“I said wa—”

Manson manages to bodily move Asher back just enough to squeeze in, grinning in triumph when Asher cusses at him. “Now what do we have here?”

He looks at the bottle of lube and then back at me, reading the label.

“It’ll help make it easier for me,” I mumble, fucking loving the predatory look in his eyes. “It just numbs me a little.”

“Does it?”

Ash shoves him aside slightly to see for himself. “She wants us both there. Need a little help with that? Our fingers are thicker than yours.”

I relax a little, grateful they’re not going to insist I feel it all. I think I’ll be feeling plenty. “Sure. Get it deep, big brother.”

“I got you,” he growls, moving behind me to bend me over the vanity so I can see them both in the mirror. When his fingers slowly slide inside of me, Manson reaches out to help me spread.

“Deeper,” Manson growls. “We still have regular lube right?”

“Yeah, in the room. We’ll be using that on our cocks, but this will help her save the tears for a while. She’ll still be crying before we’re done.”

Fuck. My clit throbs as Manson tugs my hair back and Asher shoves his fingers deeper. “Oh you think? I don’t think I’ll cry.”

Yes, that’s a challenge. Yes, I’ll probably regret it.

Both of them release a sultry chuckle and one look between them has them on exactly the same page, Manson’s fingers joining his inside me a second later.

God damn, I didn’t use enough lube. My knee jerks forward, slapping the side of the vanity. “Oh god. Can I change my mind?”

“Nope. We’re to do as told today, and you’ve already told us what you needed,” Ash croons. “No backing out now.”

“Not a chance. Let’s take her to the room.”

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