Page 118 of The Payback

I shrug. I never thought about it that way, but lately, I’ve felt less of a need to prove myself to the two of them and more myself than I have since before I had Bella.

“Yes,” I murmur.

“Good.” Dimitri’s eyes devour me, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a truckload of cotton bras and panties delivered.

Imagining the truck backing into the parking garage and dumping it all into the lift, I smile. Nik looks at me with a lifted brow, and I can already see Dimitri’s wheels turning on how to make it happen.

Pulling their attention back, I say, “Your turn.”

CHAPTERFORTY-THREE

Eleanor

Nik and Dimitriare quick to follow my orders.

My husband drags his hands down the buttons of his pristine white dress shirt, flicking them open as he goes. He rips the garment from his shoulders, throwing it behind him near my long-lost leggings.

Nik does the same, tearing his T-shirt over his head with one hand, unbuckling his belt, and stripping everything off in record time. He stands proudly, his cock jutting towards me and that bit of metal glinting in the low light.

It must snag Dimitri’s attention because he turns towards Nik, staring at the other man’s dick, and raises his brows. “When did you get that?”

Nik smirks. “Told you my piece was fancier than yours.”

Dimitri rolls his eyes, and Nik answers the original question. “About a year ago. I was getting my chest inked and figured I might as well do something else while I was there. I mean, I was already spending so much money. What was another hundred?”

“The money wasn’t my concern,” Dimitri deadpans. A curious look overtakes his face, his brow scrunching and his lips turning downward. “Did you have to be hard for them to pierce it?”

“Boys?” I interrupt. I have a feeling they could go all night, and not in the way I want.

Eerily in their synchronicity, they turn towards me. There are such contrasts—night and day, the sun and the moon, light and dark. But they both look at me the same way.

Hungry.

Loving.

Reverent.

Dimitri cracks first, diving onto the bed between my spread thighs and running his tongue up my centre as he grips my legs and hold them open.

“Fuck,” he groans between swipes of his sinful tongue.

“Nik, please, I need you, too.” I moan as I close my eyes and tip my head back.

The bed dips to my right, and his fingers trail up my tense stomach towards my tits. He flips one of the cups down with deft fingers and rolls my nipple, causing me to cry out and arch my back.

I feel him staring down at me, so I open my eyes, connecting with his intense gaze.

He feathers a kiss on my jaw and says, “I want to be the one to carry your burdens. Let them rest on my shoulders, let everything rest on my shoulders, and I will do everything within my power to not let you down. Either of you.” His words are pained, heartfelt, and so earnest it brings a bubble of emotion to the surface.

“Nik,” I breathe, unable to form more than just his name on my lips.

He returns his attention to me, my nipple bare and aching for his touch. This time, he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t relent, doesn’t waver. I feel the prickling sensation just as Dimitri slides two fingers inside me. He curls them upward, and Nik sucks harder.

The letdown comes faster than it has before. I feel the milk leave me, and he swallows around my breast as the other soaks the bra. He takes everything I can offer, switching back and forth, doing deep pulls from either nipple, groaning every time he gets a mouthful.

“Fuck!” I groan just as Dimitri finds that sensitive spot inside me and curls his fingers. He drags out the pleasure as his tongue traces circles around my clit.

This orgasm feels so different from the rest. All of them have been amazing since walking into this apartment, but being with them together is wholly transcendent. I lose myself in the waves as they crash over me, leaving me a shaking mess and desperate for so much more. To return the pleasure to these men, completing our circle of affection and love.

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