“Yes,” Brooklyn panted and I started shaking my head as I realised what he was suggesting, but no one seemed to be interested in me or what fresh fuckery was happening down here at the bottom of the heap. “Fuck me, AJ, fuck us both.”
“Rook,” Jack replied like a cunt because I knew he knew there wasn’t a world in which I wanted to feel the power of his thrusts driving that rubber cock into my arse, but as I tried to bark out a command for him to stop, Brooklyn got him to spank me instead. And holy fuck, that bastard had a good swing on him.
I needed to take back control of this situation, I needed to finish my woman and stop this madness before it got any more out of hand.
I started driving my arse back into her thrusts, making sure those vibrations were working hard on her clit and making her moan even louder while I took the rubber cock deep inside me, all the way to my shadowy soul and beyond, where nothing had ever ventured before.
I was an old man these days, I shouldn’t have been risking my heart on rubber cock acrobatics like this and yet here I was, letting my wife peg me while I forgot to breathe, and a Mexican bastard who I had never liked grinned at me like the fucking Cheshire Cat.
My attempts to finish her worked beautifully, the sounds of Brooklyn coming filling the room, and somehow while she thrusted herself into me and pumped my cock in a firm demand, I found myself coming too, a strangled cry escaping my lips which sounded nothing like I’d ever heard before.
It was incredibly intense, the pleasure and pain, my arse gripping the fucking strap on like a vice and my cum spilling all over the sheets while I listened to her come for me too. I didn’t even know what I felt about it. Was I having some kind of sexual awakening, or was this a new nightmare which would draw me from sleep in the dead of night? It was all very confusing.
I was just glad that it was done and I’d given my girl the birthday dream she’d wanted.
But instead of her drawing back, Brooklyn slumped forward, her body pressing mine down flat onto the sheets where we fought to catch our breath together and that thing remained lodged in my arse, making a little home for itself there like a bird roosting through a cold winter night.
I panted beneath her, sparks dancing behind my eyelids at the intensity of my climax and in that moment of blissful uncertainty, a giant clambered onto the bed.
“Hold on, Bessy,” Jack growled, slapping my arse where it poked out from beneath Brooklyn and making me curse. “We aren’t even close to done, yet.”
“You can talk?” I yelled angrily as all the times Brooklyn had insisted that her and Jack had a secret language came to mind and I realised it had never been a figment of her imagination at all. “You sneaky motherfucker, I’m going to-”
My breath catapulted from my lungs as Jack slammed his cock deep inside Brooklyn’s pussy, the force of his thrust driving the rubber strap on to all new depths within me and making my entire body tense beneath the weight of the two of them.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Brooklyn cried in ecstasy while I was left struggling to take the weight of him beneath her.
Mateo’s deep laughter filled the air and I managed to glare up at him from my position at the bottom of the sex pile, a snarl on my lips and a promise of death in my eyes.
“I forgive you, bastardo,” Mateo said with a big fucking smile which I planned on slapping clean offa his face if I survived this. “For stealing my house and torturing me. This moment makes it all okay.”
He laughed again and I took a swipe for him, but he just caught my hand and held it tight.
“You can squeeze my fingers if it helps,” he chuckled. “And when it’s done, I’ll admit we really are family and forget our feud at last.”
“Deal,” I hissed, though I wasn’t certain I would survive this at all.
I gritted my teeth and squeezed his hand so fucking tight that I was likely to break bones, holding his gaze while I was pegged by the love of my life as she took the cock of the violent criminal we’d set loose on the world.
And if that wasn’t a happily ever after, then I didn’t know what the fuck else one might look like.
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__Author Note__
So, you have officially spent two books deep in the general insanity of our day to day thoughts. I’m not saying we go about the place killing people, but do we create conversations for wild animals and inanimate objects? Do we give back stories to pieces of furniture or stop halfway through a conversation to comment on some random thought that just popped into our heads?
Maybe.
So to all the people who live with peeping squirrels and little Glendas in their chests, we salute you. And to everyone questioning our sanity based on that statement, go back to assuming I’m joking and that we’re totally normal and don’t get your knickers in a twist worrying about the day to day workings of our minds. It’s alllll good. We’re totaaaally sane, and definitely don’t feed our inner murdery needs by killing off characters.
Niall, Brooklyn, Mateo, Jack, and Brutus (in all of his carnations) took up a special crazy place in our hearts and have honestly been some of the funnest (totally a word – I’m an author so I should know) characters we have ever written.
There is something so freeing about a character who never grew out of announcing to the whole world when they need a poop and who isn’t afraid to run wild in public dressed as a unicorn while singing out of tune and living their best life without a single shit to give about what anyone else thinks.
We’re trying to take a leaf from Brooklyn’s book and give less shits what other people think of our strange behaviour and focusing on the fun times, so if you take anything from this crazy duet then let it be that – alongside the mental image of Niall at the bottom of the pegging pile while wondering if his hip might give out before they finish, obvs.
As always, we want to thank each and every one of you for reading and enjoying our books in all of their forms from high fantasy to crazy contemporary and everything in between, without all of you we wouldn’t be living our dreams and we can never express how blown away we are by your continued love and support.
So here’s to finishing another motherfucking series!! Here’s to the anticipation for the next time we get to throw you from a cliff! And here’s to all of you pooping without a squirrel peeping.
All our love,
Susanne & Caroline xx