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Mateo turns, pulling me into his arms, his lips aiming for mine, “Oh, do we now?”

“Uh-huh.” I open my neck for him. “Maybe we can show Luca Mercier how to use oil.”

He kisses and nibbles my flesh. “So naughty.” Gently, he bites before ordering, “That hot man can watch us fuck you, spank you, or whatever you want, but he won’t lay a fucking hand on you. You’re ours.”

The idea of Luca watching us makes Mateo as hard as it makes me wet. “Watching is Luca’s kink. Just like it’s yours.”

His fingertips start skating up my bare thigh. “Tonight, I’m gonna watch my cock fuck your oiled-up pussy so slowly until you’re begging me to fuck your slick ass, too; I’ll take pictures of it for Luke.”

God, I love it when he does that. Through Mateo’s lens, or Ford’s, I feel so beautiful and bad. It makes me come every time.

He starts wedging me against the ladder up to his loft bed, lifting my shirt before a ringtone steals our attention.

“Fuck.” He grabs his phone from his back pocket. The screen lights up with a name—LAURA BRANSON.

“It’s Luke’s mom,” he mutters, lighting us up with fear too.

This isn’t good.Mateo flicks his worried glance at me.We feel it.

And I close my eyes so fast, praying to my mom, wishing the millions I have now could buy the one thing no one can.

1 Michelle W.Emerson. "In Her Eyes." Family Friend Poems, Apr 2006. https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/in-her-eyes

CHAPTERTHIRTY-FOUR

Forbidden Love by Maxchalant

“Mom, I’m fine.”

Goddamn, I love my mom, but holy shit, she’s driving me nuts.

“You need to keep your ankle elevated,” she commands.

“You need to stop worrying about me. I know the doctor’s orders.”

But Mom doesn’t follow mine; lifting the heavy boot on my right foot, she crams a pillow under it before gently setting it down on the coffee table.

I glance over her shoulder.

Ford’s fucking loving this shit. Loving that I’m home for six to eight weeks with only an ankle broken in two places.

I know I scared the hell out of them when they got the call, but they know I can’t disclose what happened.

Let’s just say it involved Syria and me having to jump from a one-story building to escape enemy fire.

Ford also loves this, grinning like an assfucker while he taunts me, “You need to let yourmomtake care of you.”

Mom fusses with the straps on my walking cast while I tell him, “You need to kissmyass.”

With my mom’s back to him, Ford cocks his eyebrow like that’s exactly what he’ll do as soon as she leaves.

And good. I need him so much. He, Mateo, and Stacey. My balls are past blue. They’re purple with pain. I swear I gave myself carpal tunnel jerking off and missing them.

Mateo and Stacey came by when Mom drove me to Ford’s house. But after hugs and hellos, they left to go to Mateo’s house, acting like they’re a couple for my mom’s sake.

I hated it, lying to my mom. I wanted to introduce her to Stacey like she’s my wife too. I wanted to kiss her and then kiss Mateo instead of just giving him a back slap because I missed him so damn much. And I wanted to drop to my knees for Ford, seeing the storm of love, worry, and lust in his eyes.

But this is good enough for now.

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