Page 51 of Grave Kisses
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I moan, the words broken up by brutal thrusts. My body tightens around his cock, and I cover my mouth as an orgasm rips through me. Decan groans deeply as he pushes deeper and deeper to fill me with his come.
When he pulls out, he smacks my ass and laughs. “Well, that was fun!” Decan says as he pulls my pants up and opens the back passenger door. I whine and get out before going to my door. I quickly brush my hair and check my face in the mirror. When I am done, I straighten up, and we walk into the station.
It only takes a moment to convince the receptionist to let us see Andre, likely because she gave him my name. As we follow her back, I get nervous. I smell like sex, he looks like sex, and I know how capable he is of melting me. When we get to the office door, I hesitate. “Come on,” Decan chuckles, pushing the door open and pulling me inside.
“Well, well, well,” Andre says with a smirk as he sits back in his chair. Decan shuts the door before shaking his hand.
“Decan,” he says.
“It’s good to meet you, man. Husband, right?”
“I am,” Decan laughs.
“We are here to ask a favor for Bellamy’s—”
My words are cut off when he simply puts his hand up. How the fuck can he do that? He moves his chair back slightly before pointing to the space in front of him. I look at Decan and whine when he grins.
“Go face the music, baby,” Decan says. I huff and walk around the desk to stand in front of Andre. He points to the ground, and I cross my arms over my chest.
“On your knees, Chris. If I have to make you… everyone in the station will hear me fuck you.”
“Asshole,” I grumble as I lower down to my knees in front of him.
“Now. What is it that you need from the loser?”
“Andre,” I sigh.
“What is it?”
“Bellamy’s girlfriend is in danger,” I say. I explain the situation from the beginning until now. He listens intently and never interrupts. Despite the fact that he just put me on my knees, he is showing me a tremendous amount of respect. I stop speaking, and just stare at him now. When I open my mouth to speak, he does.
“Why did you panic and leave so abruptly?” Andre asks.
“Can we just focus on—”
“No. If you want me to work with you, I want to know why,” he says.
“Because I’m in love with Decan,” I say. “I hadn’t admitted it to him. I went home with you to fill a void. I didn’t expect to laugh at your cheesy jokes or melt when you called me pretty… It felt like it does with Decan, and it scared me. I haven’t even admitted to my brother that I eloped with Decan. I don’t know how to handle this. I was a virgin until…”
“Until when?” he asks, sitting up straighter. “Christina. Until when?”
“Until you,” I whisper. “It fucked me up… I don’t really count getting raped in the academy as losing my virginity, but…”
“I was the first you consented to,” he finishes, and I nod. “What do you think, Decan?”
“I think she talks in her sleep, and I’ve heard your name,” Decan says with a sweet smile. “Chrissy is an amazing woman. I think she is driven by emotion, and she didn’t intend to hurt you. I think she likes you a lot, and there is possibly something there, but she doesn’t want to admit that because then she would feel an obligation to choose.”
“Why choose when you can have both?” Andre asks.
“Have you two talked before? Because this is creepy,” I say. When they smirk, I punch Andre in the leg. He chuckles and pulls me closer to kneel between his legs.
“We talked while you were sleeping on the drive over,” Andre says softly. “I will help, but I want something from you.”
“What?”
“One date,” he says. “One date where Decan is with us. You let me take care of you for the evening, and then we go back to my penthouse where I will fuck you just like before, only this time, your husband gets to help. We will try it for an evening and see where it takes us.”
“Just one?” I ask.
