Page 58 of Single Mom's Undoing
“So, whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with us,” Jace adds. “And one of these days, we’re going to sit down and talk about it all. We’ll lay everything out in the open. Alright?”
“Alright,” I mumble against his lips.
“Beautiful,” Carter says as he fondles my breasts, kissing each nipple with growing hunger until the suckling turns to subtle nips, until the sting spreads through my chest and causes my knees to buckle.
They gently guide me over to the bed, and before I can make sense of what’s happening, I find myself holding on to Jace’s hips while I ride Damon and Carter takes me from behind.
I come hard as Damon and Carter give me all of themselves. My screams of pleasure are muffled as Jace deep-throats me into a frenzy, while I massage his hard balls and suckle his head.
“All of you,” Damon grunts as he thrusts himself upward, harder and faster. “Ours.”
“Ours, Clara,” Carter growls, ramming into me like a beast.
His fingers dig into my hips while Damon slaps my ass.
My breasts bounce with every push, full, plump and tender. Damon comes up to kiss them, to suck my nipples, to bite into my skin while my orgasm unravels in waves. I’m slick and throbbing, pulsating like a supernova as the rhythm intensifies, as I need more and more to forget about everything and only focus on them.
I take all of Jace in my mouth, to the back of my throat, until I feel him stiffening just as our eyes meet. I drink his seed and moan harshly when Damon slaps my ass again.
The sound of skin colliding with skin reverberates across the room. And then I feel it. The heat surging. The throbbing of his cock as Carter fills me with Damon not far behind.
My body collapses in on itself as they hold me.
“I’m yours,” I whisper as the moonlight breaches one of the windows.
“Don’t ever forget it,” Damon says and wraps his arms around me, covering my face with tiny, soft kisses.
All through the night, I am theirs. In turns, in tandem, in sweet madness until I can’t move anymore, until even the thought of sitting up makes me dizzy. By the time they’re done with me, I fall prey to the deepest sleep.
The rest of my secrets will be there, waiting for me, in the morning.
16
CLARA
Aweek can go by in a pinch when one’s head is kept down and buried in work. Several nights are spent with Carter, Jace, and Damon—but there is still tension there. Things left unspoken. Jace wants me to tell the guys the truth about Stephan, yet I keep putting it off. Finding excuses. Delving deeper into these Vanguard design projects.
Every day, as usual, I spend my lunch breaks down at the daycare with Matty or out in the garden. With a gentle sun gracing the clear skies, I decide to take my boy out while we eat our PB&J sandwiches in peace.
“Do you like it? I used blueberry jam this time,” I ask Matty.
He nods enthusiastically; the corners of his mouth smudged with purple. “It’s really yummy, Momma.”
Moments like these are so precious. So simple. Whenever I’m alone with my son, it’s as if nothing else exists. No Bill Lockwood, no Margot, no bitter Elizabeth, no grief, shame, or fear…just me and my boy, munching under the summer sun while birds sing in the flowering bushes around us.
But I’m nervous.
It’s not just a regular lunch break.
It’sthelunch break.
Matty has been observing Damon with Shiloh and has started asking questions about his own father, who he is, where he is.
It’s time I tell him the truth.
“So, baby, I know you want to know about your dad.”
He nods excitedly. “Yeah, where is he? Why isn’t he here?”
