Page 8 of Claimed by My Lawyers

Once we’re in the wide hallway, they walk on either side of me. I follow their lead since we haven’t talked about my case yet, but when we end up in the parking garage, I wonder if the fantasy is coming to a close. Some items will remain undone until another time. And I’ll probably never do something that crazy again.

“Do we need to set up another meeting to go over my defense?” I say, hopeful that the deal is real.

Hendrix pulls me in by the waist and kisses me like he has something to prove. “You’re going home with us.”

Damian strokes a hand through my hair and takes my mouth again. His kisses are hungrier than Hendrix’s. I want to feed him. I’m lost until the warmth of his lips disappears. “I haven’t even gotten started with you. And we don’t have to keep up the payment thing. I’d rather just go for broke.”

“You were serious? We’re really a thing?”

“If we weren’t, we wouldn’t be allowed to make love to you until your case was over.”

“Why not just wait?”

“Because that would be impossible.” Hendrix keeps me tight against his hips. His cock is already hard again.

Tangling his fingers in my hair, Damian angles my head to face himself. “When we were walking into the room, Hendrix turned to me and said, ‘Get ready to meet our wife.’ I had no idea what he meant until I set my eyes on you. Then it all made sense.”

“Wife? Wait a minute.” The parking garage starts to sway, and Hendrix holds me closer, if that’s possible. Damian must realize what’s happening because he supports me from behind.

“You feel it, right?” Damian says softly.

“I do.”

“Then let’s not fight it.”

“Can we at least wait until my case is over to get married?”

“Only if you give me a taste of that pussy.”

“Have to know if we’re compatible, right?” That sounds dorky, but he doesn’t seem to mind, based on his erection pressing into my backside.

“Right now.” He’s dead serious.

I glance over my shoulder, and he motions to a black SUV parked in the corner of the garage.

“Right now…in the car?”

“You think I could taste you on his fingers then watch you orgasm with his dick in you, and not lose my mind when I got cock-blocked?”

“I am ahead of the game on orgasms. What’s that you said about going for broke?”

He scoops me up, carries me to the car, and nods to the back. Hendrix opens the hatch and pushes a button that makes the back seat fold down. Damian sets me inside.

“Get your panties off. This is going to be a tight fit.”

Us in the back of the car? HisPin myV? All of the above?

He unfastens his pants and drops them to midthigh before climbing in. And yes, it’s going to be a tight fit. Hendrix closes the hatch.

Damian guides me onto my back, hovers over me as he kisses my lips, neck, breasts, and works his way down, fitting himself between my legs best he can in the small space. He adds a finger inside of me as he eats my pussy. Is it possible he knows my body better than I do? I’ve never hit the combo of spots he’s finding.

There’s no reason to hold back. The faster we finish, the sooner I get some dick, and the less likely someone will catch us. These guys better marry me because I’m ruined.

Hendrix takes a seat in the middle row and turns around to watch. He strokes a finger along the edge of my face. “You’re so perfect. I think we were put on this planet to serve you.”

I think that’s what he says, anyway. Damian has me plowing headlong into my third orgasm of the day. And even though I’d say it’s not possible, it’s even bigger than the earlier ones. My entire body shakes, and I’m confused by all of the wetness for a second until I realize I squirted on his face.

The embarrassment keeps me from getting too lost in bliss, but I’m the only one who seems to think it’s anything other than hot.

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