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“I mean, seriously,” I babbled on as she giggled, “you’re like… like… sunshine or something. You aremi sol.” My hands moved to her ass, squeezing tight. “But not just any sunshine. The kind that makes flowers bloom and birds sing and all that cheesy shit. The kind that makes everything better.” I kissedher again, a quick, hungry press of lips, like I needed to prove something—to remind myself she was real and here, and not some incredible dream I was about to wake up from.
She laughed more, and it was the best sound I’d ever heard. I felt like my heart was going to explode, just right there on the filthy bathroom counter, from pure, ridiculous happiness.
“Logan, you’re drunk,” she teased, and I nodded, because yeah, obviously. But it wasn’t just the alcohol. No way. I was drunk on her, on this night, on the fact that we’dwon.
John O’Malley was dead, and we were so close to ending everything.
So close to getting revenge and moving on to our happily ever after.
“Yeah, but I’m the best kind of drunk,” I insisted, my words tripping over themselves. “I’m drunk on love. On you.”
That made her laugh even harder, and I couldn’t stop grinning. My cheeks hurt from it, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to keep kissing her, keep hearing that laugh, keep this moment going forever.
I also wanted to make her scream and finish in her sweet pussy.
“Bounce on me, pretty girl, make it nice and fast, okay?” I kissed her neck between bites hard enough to mark and make her moan.
She tasted delicious, and I was addicted to eating her in all the best sorts of ways. I wanted to do it again and again until I died. Right now, I had to settle for her bouncing on my cock, head thrown back, eyes wild with lust, until she was screaming, and I was quickly following with a few curses and moans.
Sapphire panted as she wiggled off me, unsteadily getting to her feet and relying mostly on Kody coming over to hold her up so she didn’t fall. Or at least he pretended to hold her up. By thetime I’d caught my breath back my girl was face down over the counter, and he was fucking her pussy like a man starved.
A man who enjoyed slapping her ass, pulling her hair, and smirking far too much… not that I could blame him. The noises Sapphire made as he hurried to make her cum were fucking intoxicating, and I knew for a fact I would listen to them on repeat if I could.
Kody was barely done for a moment before our girl decided to she was done with the club.
“I’m hungry.” She declared as he went to fetch her some damp paper towels to clean herself up with.
“I can give you something to eat.” Lincoln kissed her as he held her to his chest, and I snorted.
“That is good to me, but can I get other food, too? Fried food.” She reached down, grabbing a hold of his crotch. “I can eat both then.”
“You can have whatever you want, wife.” Price but in as he held Misha’s hand, dragging him along drunk and stumbling.
“I want nuggets.” Misha declared before switching to Spanish as he winked at Sapphire. “Then I want to fuck you on every surface of the hotel suite. I think you’d enjoy that.”
“Linc, find nuggets.” She ordered a second before she jumped into his waiting arms and announced herself done for the evening.
None of us had any complaints as we left the club and piled into our temporary car, Kody keeping Sapphire on his lap in the backseat next to me.
One of the benefits of her happily letting us fuck me whenever and wherever was times like this. When the alcohol made the world seem brighter, things seem softer.
I hoped it made Kody’s fingers sliding into her pussy feel electric, and I hoped it got even worse when I joined in, addinga finger of my own until she screamed once more and her eyes rolled hard.
“Love you.” She panted at us both.
“Love you more.” I kissed her cheek and grabbed her hand, as Lincoln sped the car back to the hotel and the night almost came to an end, with an undeniable shift to how our tired morning had started.
Sapphire couldn’t stop smiling and I would have killed a thousand John O’Malley’s to keep her that way.
Chapter Sixteen
When I came to, the first thing I noticed was the bone-chilling cold that seemed to seep through my skin. It was the kind of cold that you met when you’d spent a day out in the snow, playing with friends and having fun. The sort of thing that made you numb all over, and the second you found a heat source, your body came alive with pain.
My head throbbed, and as I opened my eyes, the darkness around me felt suffocating, pressing in from all sides. And as panic surged in my chest, my breathing turned shallow and my foggy brain tried to make sense of where I was, I came up short.
That’s how dark it was. That’s how cold it was.
I was nowhere.
