Tease Me - Page 163

Blake slides his hands over my breasts, making my nipples harden against the silk.

Seth raises my skirt out of the way and holds my leg up as Coop runs his fingers up my thigh. I lean my head back on Blake’s chest and just watch them.

Coop sinks his fingers into my wet pussy and thrusts them in and out. “So fucking wet for us, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Coop.” The sound of his fingers and our breathing fills the elevator.

Noah’s fingers join Coop’s stretching me open. I moan as they work me together. Blake massages my breasts and tweaks my nipples. When Seth’s fingers stroke my clit, I’m done for.

Crying out, I shatter in their arms. They all withdraw. Coop, Seth, and Noah lick their fingers clean of my wetness, making my pussy throb in need.

“Just an appetizer before dinner, love.” Blake slides three fingers into my pussy, thrusting them in and out. My breath catches as they all watch him push me over the edge. I explode one more time before the elevator reaches the garage.

I’m catching my breath as Seth leads me out and stops in the bathroom to let me freshen up. When I join the others, Noah holds his hand out to help me into the limo. The last time most of us were in a limo was after the benefit.

Seth wasn’t with us because he had to take Elizabeth home. When my gaze lifts to his beautiful blue eyes, he smiles, settling my heart because that part of our story is just history. It’s what helped us become us.

He takes the seat next to me as the driver takes us to the restaurant.

“We have a busy week next week.” Seth holds my hand on his lap. “But we have this weekend off to play.”

I bite my lip thinking of all the things I want to do with my men. All together. I rest my head on Seth’s shoulder as they discuss the next week. Business is booming even after the article and the interview of us coming out as being together. We don’t know what long-term effects it will have on my career. But I’m not worried.

Blake’s phone rings. He takes it out and apologizes with his eyes to me as he answers it. “Blake Wagner.”

We all wait quietly as he asks after a minute, “When?”

My hand tightens on Seth’s. Phones aren’t exactly my favorite things. I still have issues with texts I’m not expecting. I’m working through it in therapy.

“Okay, I’ll let them know.”

“I understand.”

“Talk soon.” Blake disconnects the call and slides his ringer to quiet before slipping it into his inner breast pocket.

I’m still staring at him, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

He clears his throat. “That was Bill Carr. They were supposed to set Patrick’s trial date today, but this morning, they found him dead in his cell.”

Seth wraps his arm around me as the news hits me. I’m not sure what to feel.

“What happened?” Coop asks.

“He hanged himself,” Blake says.

What? I’m stunned. Patrick was a lot of things, but to take his own life? It seems unthinkable.

Blake rubs my knee. “Madison, it’s over. There won’t be a trial now. You don’t have to worry about testifying.”

Blake and I have spent days working through my fear of seeing Patrick in court. Of bringing up everything that happened. Of remembering everything he did to me, everything I witnessed, and not breaking down.

“Anna?” I ask. We’ve had lunch a few times, but mostly we just sit in silence. Anna and I survived something that could have been tragic, but we helped each other through it. She and her kids moved back in with her parents. Her divorce would have been final next week.

“She’s been at the station. It sounds like she’s taking the news well.” Blake squeezes my knee. “What are you feeling?”

I don’t know what to say. “He’s dead, but that’s not what I hoped for. I wanted him to go to prison for killing Hunter, threatening Anna, kidnapping and torturing Hope, shooting you and Coop, and stalking and drugging me.” I draw in a breath and blink back the tears. Not everything would have stuck, but with that many charges, something would have gotten him. “But I worried it wouldn’t happen. That he’d get out on a technicality. That he’d be free and I’d live in fear again.”

I breathe in and exhale, meeting each of their eyes. “I didn’t want him dead. He’s a coward for taking that route. For doing that to his children, but I’m relieved I don’t need to relive everything during the trial. I never have to see him again.”