Tease Me - Page 167

“Fuck Seth. I’m excited about the toys.” Coop rubs his hands together. Madison blushes a deep red, but her arousal is obvious in the darkening of her eyes and the catch of her breath.

The server brings champagne and flutes to the table. The sound of the cork makes Madison pale. Noah takes her hand and rubs it, whispering in her ear. Loud noises still take her back to that house.

I’m glad I’m not the only one who can help her through this. We’ve all been diligent. She’s not fragile, but there are times she needs to be distracted from her thoughts. Distracted from being back in that house or her apartment. From that terror.

I’m actually glad Patrick is dead. We never have to see him again.

I didn’t tell Madison that Bill suspects it wasn’t suicide. The cameras stopped working that night. Patrick should have never threatened to kill his wife. Her family wouldn’t want to deal with him potentially getting out or pleading to a lesser charge. They wouldn’t want him to have any rights to his children.

No one will investigate his death. It’s a closed case. Suicide is the official statement.

Patrick terrorized all of us for months. He almost broke Madison multiple times, but we held her together.

Now he’s gone and we’re still here. He can’t hurt us anymore. She doesn’t have to face him during a trial. He doesn’t have a chance to see her again. Maybe I should send a thank you note to Anna and her family for taking care of the problem.

The server hands me a champagne flute and fills it.

“To Madison.” Seth raises his glass and watches her as he speaks. “To a future filled with opportunity and good fortune. To the woman I love with all my heart and soul. To being the glue that holds us all together and for bringing joy into our lives.”

We all clink our glasses and drink. Madison’s eyes sparkle as she meets each of ours. She’s not divided among us, but shared. Her heart is big enough to hold all of us. And all our hearts belong to her, fully.

Madison

I may have had a few too many glasses of champagne with dessert. The chocolate cake was divine. But as we head back to the limo, I’m not as stable on my feet.

When I stumble, Blake catches me against his side as we step outside. I’m not sure if it’s the effects of the champagne or the feel of his hard body pressed against mine, but I’m ready for more dessert.

His green eyes shine down on me, and his smirk makes my heart flip over in my chest. “You ready for tonight, tiger?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Smiling, he shakes his head. “Are you going to be a brat tonight?”

I shrug. Maybe I’ll be a brat or maybe I’ll obey. Smirking at Blake, I take Seth’s hand as he draws me into the limo. I don’t sit on the seat beside him but straddle his lap. “What’s the plan, boss?”

The divider is up between us and the driver. Traffic is a little heavier on Friday nights. I’m ready to play. I thread my hands in Seth’s hair as Blake closes the door.

Seth’s hands slide up the outside of my thighs under my skirt to cup my bare ass. Sparks scatter throughout me.

“We want you to beg for it, princess.” He slips his hands lower but doesn’t touch my aching pussy.

“What am I begging for, boss?” I’m ready to squirm on his lap to get his hands where I need them most.

“To take all of us into that divine body of yours.”

Those words make my pussy so fucking wet. “How are you going to do that?”

He slides his hands under my thighs and strokes his fingers along my groin. I almost whimper, but I hold it back and wait for him to explain.

“You’re going to take Coop and Noah into your tight little cunt. I’m going to take your mouth.”

My eyes widen.

“And Blake is going to take your ass.”

My mouth drops open as my pussy and ass clench at the thought. It was a lot with Seth in my ass. He’s big, but Blake is bigger.

“You can take it, princess.” Seth’s confidence is hopefully right. “But first, why don’t you get us all primed? Do you think you can make us all come with your mouth before we get home?”