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“What issue is that?” Jolie asks him.
“Well, Kai wants to be fucked in the ass, and I want to throw someone around like a rag doll.” Laughn says, causing Chester to growl at him. “And Cujo over there will murder me if I do that to Jolie. I like to think of myself as a trysexual—I’m more than willing to try everything once. So, it’s a win-win. Plus, neither of us is willing to look outside our little group. I don’t know who sticks their dick in whose ass with those two,” he says, pointing between Creed and Chester, “but it seems they’re too selfish to help out.”
“Are you serious?” Jolie says, her eyes lighting up at the thought.
“Deadly serious.”
“I’m down,” Kai says. “Just call me Raggedy Ann.”
I snort at Kai. I’m not sure I would be down to deal with Laughn’s brand of crazy. He won’t go easy on Kai like I know hedoes on Jolie. The poor guy will walk funny for a week once he is done with him.
“Let’s just back up a second here. I’m not sacrificing my night, motherfuckers,” I say. “We have a system, and it works. Wait for one of your own nights—everyone is horny.”
We manage to steer the conversation away from sex when Petra declares she has heard enough about our sex lives to last her a lifetime. Brennan fills us in on everything happening this week with the Olympia renovations and the new staff. Creed says it shouldn’t be much longer until we are all back in the main house. He just made a last-minute change per Jolie’s request that Laughn’s snakes have their own wall; it’s going to look sick when you walk into the foyer, and you’re surrounded by deadly snakes. He will even have the room to buy a few more and is deciding if he should branch out and get some spiders for his collection. I know Jolie isn’t a fan, but she’s okay, so long as they can’t get out—which they can’t—Laughn will even have to access them from a hidden room behind the enclosures.
Once dinner is finished, everyone helps Petra clean up while I sneak Jolie back to my room. She wants to read her file. Once I have it opened for her, I leave her in peace to read it while I shower. I know she will share the information with us when she is ready, and we can wait a little longer to figure this out, if that’s what it takes. Jolie is only a little over halfway through her pregnancy. No teams need to be sorted until after all the babies are born, and I won’t rush her into letting me see the contents.
Chapter Sixteen
Jolie
I wake up totally spent, wrapped tightly in Marlow’s arms. I’m almost positive there isn’t an inch of my body he didn’t cover last night, but his erection presses against my stomach, and he laughs when I notice.
“He didn’t get enough last night?” I ask, shifting my hips slightly, causing him to groan.
“Petal, I could never tire of you. I let you sleep after round three because you looked exhausted, and I know you’re being dragged around to look at baby stuff today.”
“I’m pretty sure I could be enticed into a round four,” I say with a giggle, slipping my hand under the sheet to grasp his cock and run my finger over the tip. Precum glides across my thumb.
“Fuck,” he hisses, using his weight to roll me over onto my back. My hand loses its grip, and his cock springs free.
I know sex isn’t as erotic with my stomach getting in the way, but my guys make it look effortless, hovering over mewhile keeping their weight off my stomach—and Marlow is no exception.
His hair falls across his face, obscuring my view. Reaching up, I tuck it behind his ears, wanting to see his face and the way he smirks when he knows I’m getting close. I especially want to watch him scrunch up his nose when he comes. It’s sexy as fuck.
He lines himself up and pushes inside me, grunting in pleasure, and his eyes fall closed until he is balls deep. I stare at his face—it’s flawless, with the golden glow of his skin, and a slightly deeper colour to his cheeks. He even has eyebrows and eyelashes women would kill for.
“Are you okay?” he asks as he opens his hazel eyes.
“I’m fine. You’re just so damn perfect,” I whisper, not meaning to. “It almost hurts to look at you.”
His throaty laugh has him throwing his head back. “Did you want to punch me in the face and make this a little kinkier?”
“And mess up that face?” I say with mock horror, grasping his jaw and moving his head from side to side. “We can save that for the future when we need to spice things up a bit.”
You know you have found your soul mate when you can have a conversation mid-sex.
“Holy shit,” I groan out of nowhere. “Whatever angle you just did and the roll of your hips, keep doing that... fuck... oh god, yes... right there.”
Our conversation quickly ends as moans escape my lips. He thrusts at an angle that has my entire body trembling, and my legs involuntarily closing, trapping him between them.
“Oh god, oh god, I’m going to come,” I yell, arching my back as the trembles explode through my body right down to the tip of my toes, sending Marlow over the edge with me. He quickly moves off me and my body twitches through the aftershocks. I’m not sure I will even be able to walk today after that. Someone might need to push me in a trolley. Pity I wouldn’t fit.
Marlow gets up to go to the bathroom, and as he comes back in, I raise up on my elbows to take in his form. I swear I could lick him all day long like my favourite lolly.
A manilla folder sitting on my dresser catches my eye. I tried to get it out of my mind last night, and that’s the reason we fucked so much. His goal was to fuck my thoughts right out of my head.
Reading over my file last night mentally drained me. The file went back to before I was born, including the process of him replicating my deceased sister to create me.
