Death & Redemption: Deceiving Her: Book Three, page 23
That’s strike two. I won’t warn you when he gets strike three.
Once inside, the maître d’ quickly rushed ahead to show us to our table, not that figuring out which table was ours would have been difficult. Because I bought out the restaurant, they removed all the tables but one round table, just large enough to sit six. Flowers and candles decorated the room, and a man sitting at a piano in the corner began playing softly as soon as we entered the dining room.
“What have you done?” Layla asked in awe.
“Only what you deserve,” I replied.
The maître d’ held Layla’s seat out for her, and once we were all seated, a waiter approached.
“Good evening, Miss Romano, gentlemen. As discussed earlier, the chef has curated a menu of his best dishes this evening, starting with our homemade bread basket.” At his words, a woman rushed forward and placed two baskets of bread and pats of butter on the table. “Could I start you off with champagne?”
“Please,” Layla replied. Once he finished pouring our glasses, he bowed to us before retreating. “Guys, this is too much! I love it. All of it. But it’s too much.”
“No, it isn’t,” Drew assured her.
“Only the best for you, LG,” Zach agreed.
“Dance with me?” I asked.
“I would love to.”
I led her to the makeshift dance floor and pulled her close as our bodies swayed to the music. “I hope you know how much I love you, Layla. There isn’t a damn thing I regret about our life together, except that maybe we didn’t claim you sooner and prevented all of this.” She smiled at me softly. “Of course,” I continued, “then we might not have gotten Sean to join our family, so I guess everything happened exactly as it should have.”
Layla’s eyes traveled to the table where the others were watching us. Shadows entered them as she looked at Sean. “I don’t know what to do about him,” Layla whispered.
I turned us so that my body blocked her from the view of the table and tilted her chin up with my finger. I smiled down at her as I stared deep into her troubled eyes. “Who said you have to have it all figured out now? What would you have done if you hadn’t ordered his death?”
Layla shrugged. “I hadn’t gotten that far in my thought process,” she admitted. “Probably been fucking mad at him for a while.”
“So then do that,” I replied. “Sean’s here, and he’s alive. You both love each other, and you’re still pissed as hell at him. All of that is ok. Stop overthinking it so much. Stop worrying about what you think you’re supposed to do, and just do what you want. You’re the fucking Boss, that’s literally the main perk.”
“Mind if I cut in?” Zach asked, appearing beside us.
“You dance?” I scoffed, moving her into his arms.
“I’m an excellent fucking dancer,” Zach replied as he whisked Layla away in dramatic turns around the room, making her laugh.
I returned to the table and grabbed a slice of still-steamy bread.
“She’s enjoying herself,” Tyler said, watching her.
“She is. And she’s still conflicted about you,” I said, pointing at Sean.
“I know,” he replied sadly. “I swear I’ve done everything I can to respect her space and not push.”
“We know that, Sean,” Drew said reassuringly. “We can see how much you hold back and how difficult it is for you at times.”
“We also see how Layla holds herself back sometimes, and the hurt still swirling inside her,” Tyler added.
“It’s still going to take some time, but I think you guys will eventually be ok,” I assured him. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
When Zach returned Layla to her seat, waiters emerged with the appetizers. The rest of the evening went like that. We danced with Layla between courses as the food and champagne flowed. By the time dessert was finished and we were headed back home, they were all feeling a healthy buzz. I stuck to water for dinner because if I was going to beg, I was going to make sure I did it sober.
Tyler had Layla in his arms as soon as we entered the bedroom. His hands slid beneath her dress to cup her bare ass as his lips claimed hers. He lifted her off the floor, walked her to the bed where Sean was sitting, and nudged her onto the mattress between his legs.
Sean’s arms wrapped around Layla loosely and traced patterns on the inside of her soft thighs. “I think Colton has something to say to you, Stór.” Layla’s attention shifted from Sean to me. She tilted her head to the side quizzically as I knelt before her.
“Layla, I realize I shouldn’t have kept the secret of Sean being alive from you. You mean more to me than my own life, and I couldn’t bear the idea of losing you, which I was certain I would if I killed Sean. You deserved to hear me say that then, not all this time later. I’m sorry. Please, please, Hellcat, can we take these cock cages off and ravish you?”
“That’s the best you could come up with?” Zach asked.
I shifted my eyes to glare at him. “Stay out of it, fucker.”
“I’m just saying, what’s Layla getting out of it?” he pressed.
“Our cocks,” I growled.
Sean whispered something to Layla, and a smile spread across her face. “My price,” she said, “for winning the bet is simple. Give me an orgasm with your mouth, and I’ll take the cages off.” Sean’s hands shifted to grip her thighs, his fingers digging into them as he pulled her legs open for me. Layla lifted the front of her dress, showing me her bare pussy, and I groaned as blood flowed to my dick, making it painful as it swelled against its confines. This was my final penance.
I crawled forward until I was between her legs and pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed. I met her eyes as I leaned forward and blew across her wet pussy. “As you wish, Hellcat.” I nuzzled against her inner thigh before dipping my tongue into her honey pot. I felt Layla’s legs twitch as they tried to close around my head, but Sean kept her spread open for me. I licked her slowly with determined strokes. I’d give her an orgasm, but I’d do it my way. I ignored her clit until she was writhing in Sean’s arms, her hips lifting and rotating in an attempt to get my mouth where she wanted it.
Maybe there was a way for us both to get a win tonight. I might have begged first, ending the bet, but I would still hear my name on her tongue as she begged me to make her come. I teased her opening with my finger as I lightly touched the tip of my tongue to her swollen button. Layla’s hips bucked at the barely there touch as she groaned in frustration.
“Fuck, Colt, please,” she begged. Her eyes widened as they met mine, realizing what she’d just done. I grinned triumphantly. “That doesn’t—“
Her argument was cut short as I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked it into my mouth. A guttural groan flew from her lips as I plunged my finger inside her and curled it to press against her G-spot. Layla’s pussy fluttered around my finger as her orgasm slammed into her. I quickly moved my finger to rub her clit as my mouth took its place. I wanted every drop of her release that she could give me.
This time, when she tried to close her legs, Sean let her. With a final lick, I rocked back on my heels and grinned at her. “You begged, after all, Hellcat.”
“It doesn’t count, and you know it,” Layla replied.
“True, but you still said it, and that’s good enough for me.”
“Whatever,” Layla said, yanking on the chain around her neck. “Let’s get those fucking cages off, I need someone inside of me, now!”
“Yes!” Zach cheered.
Chapter thirty-two
Layla
“Line up,” I ordered, dropping to my knees.
Colt quickly hurried to stand in front of me as the others vied for position behind him—all except Sean, who waited patiently on the bed. When I gave him a questioning look, he smiled reassuringly. Colt undressed in record time, and soon I was face to face with his poor, tortured dick. I unlocked the cage and dropped the lock and key to the floor. Colton ripped the cage off before I could and tossed it across the room.
“Oh, thank fuck!” he shouted, throwing his head back as his dick hardened. I sucked him into my mouth without warning and hummed happily around him when he moaned. When he reached for my head, I slapped his ass and narrowed my eyes at him. “Ok!” he said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. “No touching, got it.”
I sucked him deeper and bobbed on his cock as I cupped his balls. I didn’t expect it to take too much stimulation to get all five men to come after being released from their prisons, and as Colt began to pant, I knew I was right. He tried to hold himself back, but his resolve was no match for my determination. With a roar, he came in my mouth, and like the good girl I was, I swallowed it all down.
“Next!” I said when I finished licking Colton clean. I moved quickly through Drew, Zach, and Tyler, and then it was Sean’s turn. I crawled toward him, where he was still sitting on the bed. “Don’t you want it off, too?” I asked.
“I do, as long as that’s what you want. I would understand if you felt that my punishment needs to be longer than the others,” Sean replied.
Did I? It would be so easy to say yes and leave him with the cage on, and he would accept it without question and continue in his silent suffering. Too easy. We would never find a path forward if I continued to choose the easy way out. “Get those clothes off right this minute, Sean Haggerty.”
His smile was blinding as he quickly stood and stripped out of his clothes. I knelt on the bed and waited for him to stand in front of me. I removed the cage and wrapped a trembling hand around his thick cock. It was stupid that I was shaking. I had touched him more times than I could count, but this felt different. It was different.
“Hey,” he said softly, drawing my attention to his face. “If you change your mind and want to stop, I’ll be fine. I don’t want you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.”
His words would have swayed me to move forward if I had been on the fence, which I wasn’t. His only concern was for me and my comfort level, which earned him many brownie points. I leaned forward and swirled my tongue around the head as I slowly stroked the shaft. I watched Sean through my eyelashes, and his eyes never left me as he bit his bottom lip. He wouldn’t miss a second of this, and in a strange way, I felt cherished. Maybe the silver lining to his betrayal and faked death was that we both learned how deeply we cared for each other.
While I gave Sean the blow job of his life, someone moved behind me and moved me into a better position. “I can’t wait anymore,” Zach growled in my ear as he buried himself inside of me. The others quickly crowded around me as if Zach’s thrust was the metaphorical dinner bell signaling the start of the orgy. “You’re in for it now, LG,” Zach grunted as he pulled out and slammed back into me.
I pulled off of Sean’s cock long enough to say, “Bring it on.”
Ikept my eyes shut tight as I slowly woke up. I hadn’t left the bedroom in two days, and we didn’t sleep much. From the moment Zach entered me, I don’t think I was ever without a cock inside me if not more than one. It seemed that the guys had a backlog of cum, and they were determined to empty all of it in or onto me before I was allowed to leave. At one point, one of them was feeding me cheese cubes while another fucked me senseless. Everyone but Sean got multiple turns. While I sucked his dick several times, we hadn’t had penetrative sex. Things were still awkward between us, and I wasn’t quite ready to take that step yet.
“It’s only us,” Sean rumbled from a few feet away. “The others have already started their day.”
I turned and opened my eyes to see Sean resting his head on his hand. Was he watching me sleep? Probably. Let’s be real; it’s definitely not the creepiest thing one of my men has ever done. “Good morning,” I said, my voice cracking. It was a miracle I had any voice left after all the screaming I’d been doing.
“Morning. How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” I admitted. I wrinkled my nose. “And dirty.”
Sean chuckled. “For good reason. Why don’t you jump in the shower? I’ll strip the bed. It’s a little gross, too, and I don’t think we want Cordy doing this load of laundry.”
“God no,” I replied. “In fact, just throw it all away. There’s no way this bedding will ever feel soft again.”
I climbed out of bed and hobbled to the bathroom. Once the water was hot enough, I climbed into the shower and let the water pressure beat some of the kinks out of my muscles.
Sean joined me in the shower and began washing me. Silence hung between us for a while until he turned me away from him to wash my back.
“I’m sorry we didn’t have sex,” I blurted.
“No,” Sean replied. “You don’t have to apologize for a decision you made about your body. We’ll find our way back there. I’m just grateful to be included. That’s more than enough for me.”
“Thank you for understanding,” I replied. Sean kissed my shoulder and grabbed the shower wand to rinse me off. He took his time washing and conditioning my hair, and I relaxed under his touch, letting myself zone out and enjoy the pampering. He turned me to face him when all the soap was rinsed off.
“Can I make you feel good before you start your day and make the devil himself tremble?” he asked.
I smiled at his joke and nodded. “I think I have one more orgasm in me,” I replied.
Sean pressed me against the wall under the spray and kissed me. It started tentatively but quickly heated as the passion built between us. His hand slid down my body to my core to tease my clit in slow circles. “I love you so much, Layla. I will never stop showing you how much for as long as I live.” He hooked one of my legs around his hip, spreading me open to give him better access as he slipped first one, then two fingers inside of me. He pushed me closer toward my orgasm before dropping to his knees and slinging my leg over his shoulder. His mouth pushed me over the edge not long after, and as he stood, Sean supported my body until I was able to stand on my own.
“I’ll see you downstairs,” he said, leaving the shower and disappearing into the fog.
I dried off and dressed quickly. Now that my head wasn’t stuck in a sex cloud, I was anxious to get to the basement and see how Tommy had fared after being alone the past two days. As I made my way downstairs, I realized I felt better than I had in months. We should schedule regular sex marathons if this is the result. You know, for mental health and all. When I entered the interrogation room, my men were already waiting for me. I met Sean’s gaze, and he winked at me.
I stopped the video and looked up at Tommy. After nearly three full days of watching the video nonstop in the dark, Tommy’s eyes were glassy, and drool fell from his mouth. “Take him down,” I ordered. Tommy was unresponsive as they lowered him into the chair.
“Did we go too far?” Zach asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied. “Let’s find out.”
I grabbed the torch and lit it. Once I did, Tommy came to life like a wild animal.
He screamed bloody murder as he struggled against his restraints. “No more! I don’t want any more! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, just please, no more.”
I smiled, pleased at the turn of events. I knew I would break him eventually.
“My password is Catoclaws25. That will get you into my laptop to access my private database,” Tommy rasped. “You will find a list of every safehouse and property Anton owns there. He moves between them every two days. He’s paranoid and surrounded by guards. You have him terrified, and he hasn’t been out except to move to a new safehouse since he returned from Boston.”
Tyler booted up Tommy’s computer and entered the password. He nodded at me when he found the information Tommy was describing. “Where is he now?” Tyler asked.
“Let me look,” Tommy replied. Tyler brought Tommy the laptop with the safehouses listed. “The last I knew, Anton was at Smith Street. He could be in any of the next five houses right now.”
“Thank you, Tommy,” I said.
“Please, just kill me now,” he begged.
“Not until we capture Anton,” I replied, “but I will leave the video off.”
“Thank you,” Tommy replied, the relief he felt palpable.
We didn’t speak until we were safely locked in my office. “Ok, talk to me, Ty. What are we looking at?” I asked.
“Five houses spread across town. They look to all be residential in middle-class neighborhoods,” Tyler replied.
“I’ll call the others in so we can split the houses up,” Colt said.
“No,” I replied, staring at Tyler’s screen.
“No?” Colt asked.
“I’m not saying I don’t trust them,” I explained. “But the only people I trust explicitly without any possible doubt are in this room. If we still have a spy, and Anton finds out his safehouses have been compromised, we will never find him. I want to end this.”
“So you want to split up?” Drew asked. “I don’t know how I feel about that.”
“Only until we determine which house he is in,” I replied. “Once we know the house, we can call the whole cavalry in to grab him.”
“I agree with Layla,” Zach said. “It makes the most sense for us to split up. It covers more ground, and it’s not like the houses are so far apart that it will take a long time for us to reach each other.”
Once we agreed that my idea was the best one, we were quick to mobilize. I ended up going with Drew, and soon, we found ourselves parked down the block from one of the safehouses. “Maybe we should have waited until nighttime,” I said as I watched an old man roll his garbage can back to his house.
“We’ll be fine,” Drew assured me. “We’re far enough away that we shouldn’t be noticed if anyone is there.”
