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“What can I say?Being around you all the time means I’m constantly hard.But when you’re passionate?”He dropped his head back and groaned.“Fuck, pet.When you’re passionate?I thought I was going to come in my shorts.”
I glanced down at the thin fabric covering him.There was indeed a small wet spot that I imagined was from his pre-cum.
Oaks reached out to grab at Atlas’s shorts, forcing Atlas to turn back or risk his shorts being torn off.When Oaks saw the wet spot, he groaned, reaching out to rub his hand over Atlas’s length.Watching them together was the perfect distraction.Oaks and Atlas were a beautiful image.
I was still leaning against Everett, my mate’s arms coming to wrap around me, his hands flattening against my lower stomach.It wasn’t a sexual move, but his hands were big which meant the tips of his fingers were dangerously close to the apex of my thighs.
It didn’t take any convincing for Atlas to quickly drop his shorts, his cock already hard and leaking for pleasure.My own inner muscles clamped greedily on nothing just at the sight of his length, at the dark brown skin and slight curve.
Everett’s hand came down to cup me between the legs.I felt the heat of him even through my dress pants.
“Come here,” Oaks told Atlas.“I’m going to suck you off before I stretch you open.”
Oaks rolled onto his back only to swear and roll back to his side, reaching behind him to grab my stuffed keychain, dangling it from his fingers.
“Well, okay, then.”He set the keychain on the pillows and then rolled onto his back, his head at the edge of the bed so he could take Atlas into his mouth.
That was how we spent the rest of the day.
Chapter Twenty-One
Two weeks later
It wasn’t quite autumn yet.Not officially, and not figuratively since it was still very warm out.Even with the sun already set hours ago, the air was still warm.I’d stepped outside, hoping it would be refreshing.It wasn’t.
I’d received the news before dinner.Bartholomew had called and admitted that the judge had deemed that the prosecution had enough evidence to move forward with my case.It would still be months before I had to actually go into a court room, but it was officially in my future.My name was on some court docket.
I wasn’t surprised, although I was ...disappointed.Somehow, I’d thought with Bartholomew being a fancy lawyer that he’d get the case dropped.Not even the prestige of Bartholomew’s name could rival Adam’s ego.
Because that’s what it came down to.In less than a year, Adam would be up for reelection, and he wanted my case to act as fodder for his cause.
There was nothing I could do.
Well, not about the case at least.A preliminary judge was apparently the last—albeit also the first—word of whether the case would become real.And it was very real.
I wasn’t going to let Adam ride a victory to reelection.Oh, no.At this point, whether my case won or lost, he was still going to claim he rode at the helm of the ship named Change.If he won, he’d no doubt congratulate himself for being the captain and if he lost, he’d blame the system and demand change.Either way, he was winning with his constituents.
