Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
He really starts rubbing me as he fucks me, massaging my now swollen clit deeply with his palm.
I scream in pleasure. I don’t need the mic anymore for people to hear me.
And Isaak holds me by one breast and my clit as he rocks me back and forth on his thrusting cock.
“Look to your left,” Isaak whispers in my ear, pinching my nipple hard right as I obey and tilt my head to the left. Just in time to see Moira spasming in a silent scream as she’s pinned between Bane fucking her cunt and Gemini fucking her ass with a strap-on, all the while Jinx sucks her toes.
An open-mouthed crowd looks back and forth between the two of us.
Isaak puts massaging pressure on my clit and lets go of my twisted nipple. I scream, rocketed higher than the entire night as Moira and I come in unison, only moments before Isaak and Bane lose their loads inside us.
That night when we get home, I fall asleep in bed against Isaak’s chest, and again he sleeps nightmare free.
EPILOGUE III
KIRA
One Months Later
“Um, sorry. Can I ask again why we’re having your baby shower at a sex club?” Quinn crosses her arms over her black halter top, tattoos shifting with the movement.
I grin up at her, utterly unbothered, and gesture to the club around us. Fairy lights twinkle above the sleek black furniture, an elegant buffet stretches along one wall, and everywhere I look, my found family filters in. “Because this is where I met my real family. And found family counts more than the real thing sometimes.”
Quinn exhales hard through her nose, but I catch the flicker of a smirk as she scans the room. “Yeah, but what are you gonna do when this kid grows up? Show them pics of their baby shower with a St. Andrew’s Cross and a spanking bench in the background?”
I wave a hand dismissively. “You won’t even be able to see those. The pictures will be of all of our happy faces. Anyway, I’m not raising my kid to be ashamed of sex, so it won’t matter.”
Quinn gives me a side-eye that says she’s not convinced, but she lets it go as she swipes a mini cupcake from the dessert table. Just as I’m about to ask her where Isaak wandered off to, Domhnall strides over, scanning the room with that always-serious, too-intense look of his. “Anybody seen Moira?”
I sit up straighter. “She was supposed to be here already.”
“She on a sex-bender again?” Isaak asks, appearing at Quinn’s side, his sharp blue gaze locking onto Domhnall’s.
My stomach twists. Everyone’s been worried about Moira. She used to keep her play at the club, but lately… something changed. No one will tell me exactly what happened—least of all Moira, who’s been pulling away more and more.
I had lunch with her earlier today, and she was… off. Laughing too hard, drinking too fast. When I told her about the baby and invited her to the shower, something in her eyes went distant, like she wasn’t even seeing me anymore.
“She started spiraling when I told her about the baby,” I admit, my voice quieter now. “She totally shut me down when I asked what was wrong.”
“Is she any more open to going into treatment?” I ask Domhnall gently.
His jaw tightens. He doesn’t answer for a moment, then bites out a short, sharp “I doubt it,” before turning on his heel and striding toward the food table.
“Do you think everything’s okay?” Quinn murmurs to Isaak.
Isaak rubs a hand over his jaw, exhaling through his nose. “He blames himself. He thinks he dropped the ball because he got mad at her back when—” He stops abruptly, his gaze flickering to Quinn. A silent conversation passes between them, one I’m clearly not invited to.
I’m only a little hurt they haven’t let me in on it yet. But after everything I went through with Drew, I understand the need for secrets. Isaak told me once he was keeping something from me to protect me—that if I was ever questioned, I could honestly say I didn’t know anything. Which told me, without telling me, that whatever it was, it was big.
But that only makes me more worried about Moira.
“We can all worry about her another time,” Isaak says finally, pulling me against his side. He presses a kiss to my temple, his hand settling possessively over my stomach that’s barely even tightened with the tiniest bump. Thank god for the second trimester, for Isaak, and for his quiet reassurance. He’s here. He’s with me.
“Where’s Anna?” I ask Domhnall when he circles back to us, a plate piled high in one hand.
“She was so sorry to miss today,” he says with a wave of his fork. “She wasn’t feeling well.”
Quinn smirks. “Too bad. I know that girl is baby crazy. She would eat this shit up.”