Page 68 of Eight Seconds to Fly

It was simple really. Caly had been gathering evidence diligently for years from the background. The Wilfreds were arrogant assholes; they saw her as a pretty face and nothing more. They never considered that she could be their downfall. But Calypso chased down every rumor, recorded every deep dark secret ever whispered between people who thought they were alone. When Matty got on board too, the evidence compounded even more.

She hadn’t been able to nail Junior too, but she could now. All I had to do was reopen my assault case against Junior, open a defamation case against Senior, and Caly would do the rest. She had proof that Senior had threatened me, and had hired a private investigator to chase me down. Apparently, Caly had a lot of friends in the industry, and the younger two Wilfreds had made a lot of enemies, coasting off the good reputation of the Wilfred patriarch, Alfred “Freddie” Wilfred. He was still alive but had retired from public life, handing everything over to his only son.

Three hours later, we had a plan and I had butterflies in my stomach that didn’t seem to want to leave. In the lift, Frankie wrapped me under his arm, kissing my temple. “It will all work out. I believe that fate has a plan for you and it isn’t shrinking into obscurity due to the whims of somefilhos da puta.”

I grinned and rested my head against his chest. “I know, Frankie, but this isn’t how I thought my first year on the professional circuit would go. I knew there would be challenges, but I didn’t think it would be some kind of crazy conspiracy.”

Branch snorted. “Nothing is ever that simple with you, Nugget.” I scowled and flipped him the bird, but he grabbed my hand, pulled me close and sucked my middle finger into his mouth. I now have a theory that my finger has a direct line of pleasure to my core, because my whole body clenched in need.

I let out a tiny moan, and the feeling in the lift shifted to something a lot more hedonistic. Beau swallowed hard. “Oh hey, what was the end verdict on group sex?”

When Branch pulled me into his arms, lifting me and pressing me into the side of the elevator, Dylan groaned. “In favor. Definitely in favor. Goddamn that's hot.”

I slid my eyes toward him, and he was stroking his dick through his jeans. I curled into Branch, deepening the kiss until he was groaning into my mouth. The doors slid open on our floor and I was suddenly extremely glad that Branch had the forethought to get a suite inside the hotel. Beau strode out first, finding our door and opening it quickly. Branch picked me up and walked me out of the elevator, continuing to kiss me. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, his every step creating friction at my core.

He strode in and dropped me on the bed, and a half naked Dylan was there, his hands running over my body, tearing my clothes from me and kissing the exposed skin. When my shirt was gone, he kissed my nipple through the lace of my bra and I moaned. Then he sucked it into his mouth and the scrape of the lace and the damp heat of his tongue had me writhing. Another set of hands was pulling off my boots and removing my jeans, and the cool air hit my soaked pussy. A hand gripped my thigh, spreading me wider, and the groans around the room chased away any embarrassment I might have had.

Dylan slipped my breast from my bra and sucked at my nipple properly and I arched toward him. When I felt shoulders nudge their way between my thighs, I looked around his head and down at the dark curly hair between my thighs. Frankie looked up at me, his eyes hooded and the look on his face was made for the city of sin.

“Oh shit,” I moaned, knowing what was coming. Dylan laughed darkly. “Oh yeah, Baby Girl. You are going to love this.”

Frankie didn’t taste and tease this time though. He devoured. His nose brushed my clit as he ate me out like a starving man, and I writhed against Dylan’s mouth, my grip on his hair must have been painful but we all liked the pain a little, otherwise we wouldn’t do what we did.

I rode Frankie’s face as I chased the orgasm just out of reach. That was until Dylan reached down and tweaked my clit. I came all over Frankie’s face on a scream that was torn from my chest. Jesus, he must have remembered that move from last time.

I pried my eyes open, panting hard. Dylan was grinning down at me, and when he lowered down for a kiss, I basically consumed him. He chuckled against my lips. “I like you like this, Baby Girl. All spread out like a feast. A masterpiece made for our enjoyment.”

He rolled off me until I could see Beau and Branch. Both had lost their clothes, standing there slowly stroking hard cocks. I nearly swallowed my tongue as Beau strode forward, the grin on his face so beautiful I would have done anything he asked in that moment.

“You ready, Beautiful?” While his words were doused in lust, there was a hint of worry. He was giving me an out, but I ask you, what woman in their right mind would say no to be worshipped by four hot men?

So I sat up on my elbows and caught his lips in a quick kiss. “I am so ready.”

Beau rolled me so I was perched on top of his body. He took a moment, just eating me up with his eyes. “So goddamn perfect. You are more perfect than I ever could have imagined.” He reached up, running his hands down my body, over my breasts with their achingly hard nipples. “You ever had two guys at once, Beautiful?”

I blinked at him, and tried to comprehend what he was saying. “A threesome?” He shook his head, his grin wicked. “You mean, like, at the same time? In me at the same time?” My brain seemed to be struggling to understand what he was suggesting.

“Mmhmm.” He slid me down over his hard cock, and it rubbed against my clit, making me moan. “One here,” he murmured, thrusting upwards but still not inside me.

A hand stroked down my back, over the globes of my ass. “And one here,” Branch growled in my ear, making me shiver.

Oh shit.

His dark chuckle was like falling into a vat of honey. “Don’t worry, Beautiful. We can work up to that. Tonight, let me just make you feel good.”

I set my jaw. Unfortunately, or fortunately, Tessa May Everett wasn’t a quitter. “No I want to try. Just tell me what to do.”

Beau pulled me down for a hard kiss that kind of made me forget my own name let alone what I was agreeing to. “You don’t have to do anything. You just have to let us make you feel good.” Then he slid into me in one long, hard stroke that had me moaning. Holy shit, he felt so good.

He moved my hips in a rhythm that just came so naturally until I was mewling his name in an embarrassing squeak. Everytime I’d get close to coming though, he’d stop, pulling me down for a hard kiss and holding me still no matter how hard I wiggled, chasing that orgasm that was just out of reach.

When I thought I was going to lose my mind, I felt the bed dip and Branch’s strong fingers stroking down my spine. Beau wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close to his chest, his hips thrusting shallowly, keeping me just there, on the precipice of overwhelming pleasure. I was a sweaty, sticky mess, and I started at the cool liquid that dripped down between my asscheeks.

“Lube,” Beau murmured against my lips, thrusting a little harder, hitting my g-spot until I whimpered. Then the head of Branch’s cock nudged against my tight hole, making me tense. But instead of pressing himself in, he pulled back, running his finger around the tight ring as he dropped a little kiss against my spine.

“Let her come, Beau,” he ordered and Beau grinned against my lips. He lifted me a little further up his body, and then he slid all the way out before slamming all the way home again. He held me tight, crashing into me until I was screaming his name, my toes cramping as they curled. As my orgasm wrung pleasure from my body, a finger slipped inside my ass, and I tensed. But then he began to move and I moaned as the entirely different sensation made my skin tingle. Then another finger, stretching me wider, scissoring in and out. A different kind of pleasure filled my limbs, the moans falling from my lips different. When he moved his fingers and replaced it with his cock, he didn’t give me time to tense, instead sinking in slowly, stretching me until I was impossibly full. I whimpered, the feeling overwhelming and amazing all at once.

And then they moved.

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