Page 49 of Give Me What I Want

The sink was filled with hair, some—a lot—from his head, and some from his beard. He had done a half-decent job of cutting his own hair, leaving it slightly longer on the top and shaved close on the back and sides. He needed it blended, but it wasn’t bad. He looked pretty fucking good actually. Then he turned a little, and I got a proper look at his face in the mirror.

“Ooh yeah, rocking that goatee like a sexy boy,” he sang, and I almost laughed, clamping my hand over my mouth to hold the noise back.

“Gonna make a nice, smooth seat for my queen to sit her fine ass on tonight,” he went on, and I had to move away from the door to grab my stomach before I fell into the room laughing. “Ooh yeah, she’s gonna sit on my face.”

When I peered back through the crack, he had shaved off the goatee, leaving just a moustache. He put down his razor and stroked his ’stache.

“Pornstache,” he declared, then started to mimic some cheesy eighties porn music, pulling faces at himself in the mirror.

I was gone. Busting through the door with tears rolling down my face as I laughed loud from my belly.

“Oh shit, you weren’t supposed to see that!” Cole exclaimed, brushing a stray hair from his chin he turned to me and reached out, wiping his thumbs under my eyes.

“I like that you were having such a fun time, what was it… making a smooth seat for me?” I was still laughing, barely able to get my words out as I blinked away the tears.

“A nice, smooth seat for my queen,” he quietly sang, bowing his head.

I placed my hands on his cheeks though and tipped his head back up, examining his face, stroking the smooth skin of his sharp jaw, then gazing at the moustache he was about to remove.

“Keep the ’stache,” I whispered, biting my lip.

“What?” he pulled back, frowning at me in disbelief.

I didn’t understand it. And on any other man, it probably would’ve looked fucking awful, but there was something about Cole. He pulled it off, and the idea of it tickling my clit as I ground myself against his tongue had me squirming.

“I like it. Don’t ask me why, I just do. Please keep it.” I pushed up onto my tiptoes, brushing my lips against his.

“Really?”

“Really,” I breathed, then kissed him, my fingers trailing over his body as I showed him exactly how much I liked his new facial hair.

When I reached the waistband of his sweats, I was cut off by a pissed-off growl coming from the doorway.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” Ronan stepped inside, glaring from me, to Cole, then to the sink. “You…” He pointed at me. “Get your ass in the bedroom, now. And you…” His finger moved to Cole, then the sink. “Clean that up and go ask Mav to blend your hair.”

Mav had been blending Ro’s hair on the road for years now, he’d become pretty good at it. Good enough for Ro to have stopped complaining anyway.

“What if I don’t want to?” I asked, my fingers still skirting the edge of Cole’s waistband.

“Then I’ll make you,” Ro said, low and deadly, then he closed in on my back, slipped his hand under my dress, tugged my panties to one side, and plunged two fingers into my soaked cunt. I whimpered loudly, my head crashing against Cole’s chest, and Ro laughed darkly.

“Come on, Your Majesty,” he whispered, his fingers starting to slide in and out of me. “Come with me.”

“I—” I choked on a soft moan. “I’m good here.” I tried to reclaim my composure, lifting my head and straightening my spine.

A gasp escaped me, and my eyes started to water as Ro’s fingers worked me up.

“Maybe you should go, gorgeous,” Cole said, stroking my cheek. “I’d hate to deprive you of an orgasm.”

“But you could give me that,” I argued, my fingers dipping below his waistband, circling his thick, solid cock. I needed a release, and I honestly didn’t care who gave it to me. Sure, I had worked Ro up with that argument, but that didn’t mean that ithadto be him.

Cole sucked in a breath, then Ro spoke. “How about we both make you come, and then you do as you’re told and get your ass in the bedroom.”

Cole contemplated the idea for a moment, then grinned, his lips finding mine and claiming a deep kiss as his hands slowly explored my body, tugging my nipple piercings through my thin dress, then moving lower, travelling up under the hem and joining Ro’s fingers as they continued to slowly slide in and out of my aching pussy.

He circled my clit, coating it in the arousal that he had caused, along with Mav’s music, and Ro’s fight. “Let me take over,” he said, looking over my head at Ronan. I felt Ro’s refusal, his head shaking as he dipped it to my neck and started to suck.

Groaning happily, I leaned back against his firm chest, then squeaked and lost my balance as Cole pushed a finger into my cunt, curled it, and began to thrum hard against my g-spot. Ro kept fucking me with his fingers, sucking my neck, pleasure and pain radiating through my body as the two men held me up, sandwiched between their bodies.

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