Dr. Stud

But she is, and she’s loving it.

He leaves her shuddering and sweaty, practically spent. But after a few deep breaths, she’s looking right at me.

“Your turn, Royce, baby. Don’t let me down.”

Her hole is dark purple, winking at me. I feel like I could see into her, since Sully stretched her out a little bit. But then, she flexes something inside her, puckering it like a kiss. She’s back to completely tight, totally ready for me.

“Holy shit,” Brock gasps. “Did you see that? Trey? Did you see that?”

“I fucking saw it,” Trey whispers. “Now shut the fuck up.”

I saw it too. I saw the way she went from loose to tight all over again. Now that pink pussy is begging for me. It’s all slick, streaked with white come, probably battered and sore.

Ripe, like a peach.

And she is tight all over again. So smooth, so warm. I rub my thumb over that puckered anus, just to feel the fringe of the ridges against my thumb. She pushes back against me. I know she would let me. I know now that she really is giving herself to us. And I know she’s more than enough woman to take us all.

Any remaining doubt I had dissolves away as she sheathes my cock with her hot pussy. I could feel the ridges inside of her grasping at me, pulling me in further. It takes my breath away and I hate to leave her, but when I plunge back inside it is such a relief. I want her all around me, I want to suck all the juices out of her. My dick sloshes around with my brothers’ combined come, making a dirty mess of her pretty thighs, but I can’t stop. I just fuck this pretty hole, this beautiful woman, burying my hard cock inside her until she sucks the spunk right out of me with her pussy lips. She sucks me dry. I come again and again, blinded by fireworks, spasming until I shoot every last ounce into her.

Panting and sweaty, I fall on top of her, kissing the back of her neck, inhaling her scent and I hear it: a deep, throaty chuckle. A satisfied, body-deep pleasure.

“Okay, Bunny, you got it,” I moan helplessly against her. “The job, our cocks, everything we have. Name it. You could have all of it.”

Chapter 13

Bunny

Sophia looks adorable in her little blue dress as I walk down the street, pushing her in her stroller. Everybody stops and smiles at her, waving and cooing. Babies bring out the best in people, I think. She makes people drop their serious attitudes and stop attempting to be so stern. She brings out a smile in everybody, and a little bit of silliness too. Nobody is afraid to make silly faces to a baby.

The shops here are adorable, swanky like the Magnificent Mile but still old-timey too. It’s like they are quaint on purpose, rather than by just outlasting progress.

Sophia loves being in her stroller. It’s got all the bells and whistles, including this complicated toy contraption that hangs over her and jiggles as I push it. It’s got way more things than she is even interested in, but it sure looks impressive to everyone else.

As a matter of fact, she has the best of everything, in multiples. This is the stroller she has in Chicago, too. Magda told me there’s a room full of strollers, cribs, and toys in every Worth Hotel all over the world. It makes it easy to travel light with her.

I collect a few things in the general store, including some handmade lotions in tiny Mason jars. I guess people around here like to make things by hand for some reason. At twenty-four dollars for two ounces, I can see they still have pretty highfalutin ideas about what things should cost. But it is Nantucket, after all.

I take the jars up to the old-fashioned cash register and slide them along the counter. The old lady steps up on her toes and leans over the counter to grin at Sophia, who kicks her legs and gurgles happily.

The register area is kind of small, and I seem to be taking up most of it. I scoot out of the way so the other patrons can browse behind me.

“That will be $63.41,” the lady tells me sweetly, and I try to conceal my shock. I take the Black Card from my bag and slide it along the counter, half concealing it with my palm. Not sure why I’m embarrassed, but I am.

The woman frowns apologetically. “I’m afraid we are not set up for American Express, dear,” she informs me. "Do you have another method of payment?”

My cheeks burn with embarrassment. This hasn’t happened to me in years, and I can’t believe it just happened when I am making a six-figure salary!

“You know what, Margaret, let me take care of that,” comes a voice behind me.

“Oh, you don’t have to that,” I babble nervously. “I can probably just go get cash.”

I turn around to see a tall, doe-eyed redhead with a sad smile and the smoothest, most velvety skin I’ve ever seen.

“Just add it to mine, Margaret, if that’s all right?”

“Sure thing, Nina,” the old woman answers.

My mouth gapes. Instantly I know it’s her. She’s trying not to stare at Sophia, but I know it’s her for certain.