Page 50 of Hacker Beloved

The next day we went to my dad’s condo. The bellhop gave me issues for a while and claimed he had to call the building owner. I explained to him I owned my parents' place now, and my name had been on the admittance list since I was a kid. He looked it up and couldn’t argue. Finally, he let us in the elevator. At the door, Asher pulled out a lock set, and quickly picked the lock.

Dust covered every surface. But we weren’t the first to enter the condo since my parents’ deaths. Everything was torn apart. The couch cushions were ripped to shreds. My bedroom was destroyed and all my toys were ripped in half. With the mess, I doubted the files were still left. But we headed for my dad’s office anyway, which didn’t look any better. Even the walls had large holes. I pointed to where my dad’s desk had sat at one time. CJ and Asher moved the debris to find the floor was still intact. Asher pulled out his knife and pried the boards back. A small opening appeared. He reached inside and pulled out five pieces of paper, all covered in my dad’s handwriting.

Each page was written in our special language. I started to read the first page when Vincenzo burst into the condo. CJ grabbed the papers and shoved them into his pocket. Asher and Vincenzo argued back and forth. Vincenzo claimed us being at the condo was proof we knew something. I’d cut in and asked why he had kept the condo a secret from me. He huffed and told us we would be sorry. I was sick of the man’s threats.

We left my childhood home and headed straight for the airport. On the plane, I read each letter out loud. We had the woman’s name, Sonali Bailey. Dad had said his friend in D.C. was killed. He was the girl’s godfather. But his life was too risky for her, so he sent her to France to live with someone he knew. He went on to explain if he died, I should reach out to Devon Bailey and tell him that Sonali was not safe.

Asher and CJ went into their office each day to dig into Sonali. It was a matter of time before someone figured out, she was alive. Strange things started happening the moment CJ and Asher left the house each morning. Guests had shown up moments later. Yesterday Kat and Bridget came to see me. They both had brought their children, and we laughed for hours. They bickered back and forth, and I’d learned much about how Bridget’s family helped CJ when he was a kid. This morning Kat had shown up again. Part of me wondered if she wanted to be part of another episode. The podcast about the Scarlet Scorpions went viral and the internet decided I should never reveal the killer because the person was doing good. Kat would constantly send me texts with fan comments about her episode. But she didn’t mention a word to me about the podcast. Instead, she brought her friend Jessica over.

Jessica was like a human statistics machine. I’d also learned that she and her husband owned Club Sanctorum. Asher had said he planned to take me there soon.

I couldn’t believe it was only a week since they’d walked into my life, and I didn’t want to head to Raleigh without them. CJ and Asher had both asked me to move in with them. Society would decree I say no, since most people wouldn’t agree with our relationship. Kat told me not to give a fuck on what people thought. She added if someone kept giving unsolicited advice to put a bullet in their leg, but just a flesh wound.

Jessica and Kat left an hour ago, CJ and Asher weren’t going to be home for a few more hours. So, I settled in the library curled up on a comfy chair and planned to research the statistic Jessica mentioned. She’d asked when I planned to have kids with CJ and Asher, and if we would try to have twins, with one being Asher’s and the other CJ’s. I stared at her trying to figure out how that was possible.

What I should have said was that I wasn’t sure if I planned to move in with them. Instead, I asked how that could be possible. She went on to explain that superfecundation happened in around a quarter of a percent of twin births. It only happened if a woman had sex with more than one man during ovulation. Then Kat cut in, describing a few sex acts she’d seen at the club that might help.

I tried to think about other things after Kat and Jessica left, but my mind went back to the sex acts. I typed ‘porn’ into the search bar. I wanted to know if Kat’s ideas were even possible.

My cheeks burned as I typed in double pussy penetration. When I clicked search, pages and pages of videos appeared. I clicked on the first one and studied every second of the video. The woman was in utter ecstasy. Part of me wondered if it really felt that good or if she was only acting. So, I played another video and continued down the search list. My face was inches away from the screen with the volume only up a few notches. Enough that I didn’t hear Asher and CJ when they walked into the library.

The tablet was snatched from my hand. I lunged forward. “Hey, that’s mine.”

Meanwhile, a woman screamed, “Harder!”

CJ stared at the video and glanced at me. “Is this what you want to do tonight?”

“I was researching,” I admitted. Again I tried to grab the tablet, but CJ tossed it to Asher. He deftly caught it with one hand. “I think our girl is ready to try anything.”

A smile spread across Asher’s lips. “Looks that way. Think we should check the history to see what else she watched.”

“I think what is on my tablet is private,” I announced.

“Most of the time, I would say yes, but this could help me learn what you like,” he tapped the history button.

CJ wrapped his arms around me, but in a way, that trapped my arms. He glanced at the screen and let out a whistle. “You watched a lot of those videos. Is that three hours’ worth?”

All I wanted was for the floor to open up and swallow me whole.

“I bet your panties are soaked,” Asher said as he clicked the prior video. “I thought we would take things slow. That is why we are stretching your pretty little asshole first, or is this what you need?”

“Let’s pause this for a second and head to the bedroom,” CJ countered, not letting me answer. Asher nodded in agreement. CJ spun me in his arms, leaned forward, and lifted me over his shoulder. His hand came down hard on my ass. “I’m so glad we came home an hour early to find our little minx watching porn. It would have been better if she was naked pleasuring herself.”

Asher turned up the volume on the tablet, and a man’s groans echoed through the halls. When we reached the bedroom, CJ flung me onto the bed, and Asher tossed the tablet next to me. I reached for it to turn off the porn.

“Leave it,” Asher commanded. His voice went deep, and I knew this would be the Dom I disobeyed.

“I’m mortified.”

CJ frowned. “Why do you feel embarrassed?”

“People watch porn in private.”

Asher’s face was dark. I wondered if he didn’t like my comment or if he was mad about the porn. He slid on the bed next to me. His fingers trailed up my thigh, and I closed my legs. “Open.”

I followed his command and covered my face as his finger slipped under my panties.

“When we go to a club and someone scenes, that is like watching porn live. We aren’t private. You have nothing to be ashamed of. If you like to watch porn, CJ and I will watch it with you.”

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