Page 41 of Forever Filthy

Hayze, Archer and I are three dominant males who crave control in all aspects of our lives but when it concerns her, all rules fly out the window. The three of us don’t want to control her, we just want to exist inside her and be in her thoughts every second.

“You said I-I could shower?” I step aside and sweep my arm out for her to lead the way into the bathroom. She purposely doesn’t turn the light on when we enter but I’m not having that, I flick the switch and ignore the undignified look she shoots my way.

“Vivian, why are you trying to hide from me?” She bites down on her lip and scuffs her toe along the tiled floor, clearly feeling uncomfortable but I’m not Hayze, I won’t fold and allow her to hide.

“Because it makes no sense for the three of you to want me!” I recoil as if she’s slapped me. This girl is out of her fucking mind. I eliminate the space between us and grab her face between my hands, forcing her to meet my stare. I make sure she can see how pissed I am. Her mouth parts on a gasp, then tries to pull free but I don’t budge. “Let me go.”

“Shut the hell up and listen.” Her eyes spit fire but she does as she is told and remains silent. “Why the fuck would you think that?”

She scoffs. “Excuse me for having doubts. I mean the three of you did choose to leave me and not once did any of you ever give me a reason to believe that you actually do love me. I mean, can’t you see how mind blowing this is?”

I get her reasoning but it doesn’t change anything. “Is that the only reason you're being all shy?”

Her cheeks turn a brighter shade of red and I know for certain there is more to her anger than her believing that we abandoned her. “Why me, Ez?” she whispers.

“Why not you, Vi?”

She reaches up and grabs my wrists in a firm hold. “The three of you are gods in this town. I’m not delusional, I know you can pick and choose whoever you want to warm your bed. What do I have that those girls don’t because I can tell you now, they would all be more experienced than I am. Before the other night, myonly sexual encounter was with Archer and that was years ago. Aside from that, all I have to go off is Pornhub and my vibrator.”

Jealousy spreads through me at the thought of a battery operated fucking thing touching her pussy. I make a mental note to find that fucking thing and destroy it.

“They see gods, you see us. They see our last names and what they can gain from it, you see who we really are behind the masks and under all the layers of bullshit we were forced to portray daily to keep the Saints happy. You have a brain and heart, they have neither. They can have all the experience in the world and we would still want you. It’s not about the looks or the sex, it's about whoyouare. Your heart and who you are inside is the reason we are all falling over our feet to get you to love us and accept what this thing is between us. I know it's not conventional but none of us are willing to back down unless you want us too. If you only want one, then we will accept that choice.”

She swallows audibly and stares up at me with a nervous look in her eyes. “But, what if I do want all three of you?”

A slow seductive smile crosses my face. “Then you will have us for as long as you want us, because none of us are going anywhere, baby. We want forever with you if you will have us.”

She searches my gaze trying to find a reason to doubt me but she won’t. “You mean that, don’t you?”

“Every fucking word, Vivian. I love you. Archer loves you and so does Hayze. All you have to do is love us back and I promise you, baby, we will do whatever we have to do to make you happy. Let us prove to you that we are worthy. We will never leave you again. Vox knows where we all stand now and he either has to accept our choice or we will walk away from him. We’re choosing the right twin this time.”

“I hear divorces are tricky and we didn’t get a prenup, so I guess you're stuck with me.” Laughter rumbles out of me at her smartass reply.

“Divorce is for the weak. You and me are anything but that, just knowing you have my last name makes me want to beat my fists against my chest every single fucking day.” She smiles and this time, it’s filled with an emotion I try not to let fill me, hope. So instead I kiss her. She melts into me and doesn’t fight the pull this time, giving into it and kissing me back. I skim my hands down her bare arms and slowly begin pulling at the ties at the back of her corset. When it finally falls away, I step back and allow the material to fall between us.

I slowly lower to my knees before her and begin undoing her jeans. I peel them down her legs, leaving her in nothing but her panties. I lift my gaze to hers and that spurs me on when I see heat reflected in those beautiful baby blues. I keep my eyes on hers as I grip her panties and slowly tug them down. When she steps out of them, I bring them to my face and smirk at the sight of cum smeared in the crotch. I toss them to the side and push to my feet, rid myself of my sweats and smirk when I find her gaze glued to my hard cock.

“Come on.” I guide her into the shower and turn the water on. I don’t wait for it to heat before pushing her against the wall and claiming her mouth. She moans then begins trying to climb me. I grip her waist and force her to remain where she is.

“Ezekiel!” she growls in between kisses. I slip my hand between our bodies and slide a finger through her folds and groan. “Shit,” she cries out when I push a finger inside her, her cunt tight and already trying to clamp down on my finger to keep it inside her. I press the pad of my thumb against her clit as I continue to fuck her and hook my finger at the perfect angle to hit that spot. She breaks the kiss and throws her head back to cry out when I stroke her G-spot.

“You like that?” Lazily she flops her head forward and hums. In an unexpected move, she reaches out and grips my cock in her hand. I hiss.

“Fuck, your dick is so beautiful,” she purrs as she pumps me. Fuck, the feeling of her hand on me has images of all the naughtynaughtythings I want to do to her flashing through my mind. “Ez, I’m so close,” she moans, her grip tightens around my shaft and her movements turn hurried as I continue to finger her pussy. I apply more pressure to her clit and insert a second digit inside her. She screams out. I seal my lips to hers to quieten her as much as I can. I feel the moment she is about to explode and yank my fingers out. She cries out in outrage. I ignore her as I flip her around.

“Hands on the wall, legs apart. You’re gonna come on my cock, not my hand,” I snarl. She does as she is told and fuck, the sight of her ready and waiting for me is one that will be embedded in my mind for all time. I line myself up with her and in one swift thrust I am sheathed inside her. Her cries bounce off the walls. I reach around and cover her mouth with my hand and grip her waist with the other. “You feel that cock? Every last inch of it belongs to you. Every drop of cum is yours. You never have to doubt that,” I grit out through clenched teeth. I pull almost all the way out of her before slamming inside her again. Fuck, she feels amazing. Every thrust feels like I’m coming home—she is my haven, my heart and my wife.

“Oh, fuck,” she screams into my hand as I thrust inside her again. I can feel the walls of her pussy clamping down. Her body is taut and begging for release. I keep my thrusts steady and even, dragging out her orgasm. I need her to come with me. I want this moment with her to be utterly connected and soaring together when we both come.

“Don’t come, baby, wait for me,” I force out. She whimpers and nods as best she can. I slide my hand from her mouth and wrap it around her throat, then pull her back to me so I can claim her mouth. She kisses me with ferver and hunger like I have never seen or felt before. The kiss is what tips me over the edge.I pinch her clit and within a half a second she is soaring with me. She screams into my mouth, the kiss doesn’t do much to mute her sounds and I have no doubt everyone would have heard. My orgasm robs me of breath and shudders roll through me without consent as I empty myself inside her.

She breaks the kiss and sucks in some much needed breaths. I do the same but don’t pull out of her, instead I wrap my arms around her and hold her against me. This right here is everything I have ever wanted—Vivian in my arms, in my bed and her being mine.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Vivian

I wake to the sound of my phone vibrating on the nightstand beside me. I reach for it blindly and hit answer without checking the caller ID.

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