Page 75 of PortCity Killers

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His scruffy face came into view as he leaned down on the bed, kissing my sweaty cheek.

“That I am. It’s nice to meet you, Valentina.” he winked, “Or is it papi, now?”

If she was a bird she would have preened under the title, and I wondered if I would have to have a talk about bedroom papi vs everyday papi with her.

I left it for future Alex to deal with as she got off the bed, adjusting my legs for me. My body flopped, allowing me to curl into myself, pulling my stuffies closer.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of Bryce scratching the hair at the nape of my neck. Valentina stood, doing lord knows what. My body felt warm and fuzzy, like it was floating on a cloud. I cuddled closer to Bryce’s warmth, pulling against his jeans for him to get into bed with me.

“We should get you cleaned up, little baby, don’t you think?” He laughed, “Did you want help?”

My forehead scrunched, not understanding the question, but I loathed to open my eyes back up.

“I’ve just fucked your girlfriend.” Valentina’s voice was tight and ruffled, the complete opposite of Bryce’s easy going rumble.

“So, I see...did you want help cleaning her up?”

I pulled the covers over my head, not wanting to be bothered with whatever pissing match Valentina was going to apparently start.

“Do you not care?”

“I only care if you’re going to treat her right after fucking her into oblivion. If you’re going to be papi Valentina, you need to act like it.”

I made a strangled noise, my eyes popping open under the covers. Leave it to Bryce to fucking lay it down. Valentina was silent for a moment before I felt the bed dip, the sound of both of their footsteps going in the direction of my bathroom.

Their voices were muffled, hushed from under my blanket fort until Valentina was pulling the covers back. I groaned, curling away from the cool air hitting me from all sides at once. Bryce threw the covers back over me, but the damage was done.

“Just pull them back where you have to clean,” he said, “Otherwise she gets cranky.”

I assume she did as he asked, because the covers were lifted from my feet and legs to my hips. Valentina cleaned between my legs first and then my ass. Was I absolutely mortified that my boyfriend was directing my new girlfriend to clean my ass after she completely annihilated it? Yeah, to be honest, which was exactly why I was still under the covers. Did it make me love him just a little more? Also, yes.

He whistled, pulling my ass cheeks apart, “Look at that gape, baby.”

I shrieked indignantly and curled my legs under me at Valentina’s startled laugh, pulling the covers over the rest of my body.

“Both of you go away.”

“I did a good job, did I not?”

“Oh yeah,” he congratulated her. “She’ll be walking tenderly tomorrow.”

“Get out!” I coughed, sputtering.

I hated that I wasn’t less amused, though.

“Not a chance, baby.” he flopped on the bed next to me, kicking his boots off, a telltale sign that he was not going to be moving any time soon.

Valentina sighed, “I will be, sadly. Does the baby require anything else?”

“No.” I grumbled.

“A kiss probably wouldn’t go amiss.” Bryce piped in.

I threw the covers off of my face, glaring at him.

“Am I wrong?” he smirked, knowing damn well he wasn’t.

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