“Oh, yes, definitely. It will also help him cut her off and the judge decide to deny her alimony.”
“Then, yes. I’m fine with it.”
“Good. So that’s step one. Show Mister Worth all the evidence that his wife is a terrible person. Step two is your suit against her. Step three is me draining the accounts she has hidden around the world into charitable institutions as anonymous donations. Untraceable. The kind of things where if she went looking for where the money went, all the red flags would go off and incriminate her in fraud.”
“Oh, yes. Yes! I love it!” Hector cackled.
“So, even if the judge and jury fail to find her guilty,” I tapped the keys again, “she will be ruined, and have to work for a living if she wants a roof over her head.”
“Lincoln, this is brilliant. Every inch of it.” He laid a hand on my arm. “Thank you so much, hermano. Honestly. I didn’t know how to get out of it. I don’t know what I’m going to do for my income now, but I feel so much better.”
Reaching into my pocket, I handed him the card I had there. “Fischer is actually looking for a new receptionist. Think you can handle that?”
“Really? He’d hire me?”
“Why not? Can you type? Answer phones? Keep a schedule book or software? Then we’re good.”
“Come with health care?”
“He’s already decided that he’ll cover your family for you,” I answered.
“He’ll what?”
“Cover it for you, your parents and your little sister.” I turned over the card and tapped the back. “See? Just call him and set up your paperwork. You can start after you get out of here.”
Hector’s hand flew to his mouth, and I could see the grateful tears there. “Really?”
“Absolutely.”
The good we could do was immense. And starting with this kid, and clearing up his mess, was a good place to start.
Wren
Fischer pulled my nipple into his mouth, and suckled there like it was his lifeline. Lincoln’s hand stroke my clit as he, Bastian and I shared kisses.
The little moans that I was capturing as Bastian and I kissed meant Lincoln not only had his hand on me, but on Bas as well.
“Dirty,” I whispered.
“Lust.” He smiled into the kiss.
Fischer’s lips started trailing down my skin, over my ribs, down to my hips and a moment later there were two sets of fingers teasing me.
The orgasm ripped through me without warning and I desperately tried not to scream. Lincoln was more than happy to swallow the sounds I made.
“Nice,” Bastian purred. “Good job, Fischer.”
“Gotta get that one out of the way.” He ran his tongue over my hip again.
“Out of the way?”
“You come very quickly.” Lincoln’s hand was still wet with my silk as he plucked at my nipples. “It’s better when we can get you to come right away, and then play for a while.”
“Shit,” I hissed. They had a game plan for me. “Someone better fuck me soon, then. I’m feeling a little neglected.”
“With three men in your bed?” Bastian asked.
“Yes, because not one of you is fucking me.”
Fischer laughed and I felt his cock against my entrance. “This what you want, baby? You want this inside you?”
“Yes, damn it, yes!” I was panting. With the three of them my body was strung out and ready for anything they wanted to do. They were still busy teasing me.
“But, you know what I’m thinking?” Lincoln said, massaging my nipple again, accepting a kiss from Bastian.
“I’m listening.” Fischer dragged his tip over and over my entrance.
“I think our little bird here would like more than one cock in her.”
“Fu….” The air rushed out of my lungs, and a second later I could feel a finger in the crease of my ass. It took a moment for my lungs to catch up but they finally did. Not enough to answer, so I nodded.
“Mm, good,” Lincoln said.
Fischer moved to my other side and laid down again while Lincoln slipped into his place. I hadn’t heard the telltale snick of the lube cap, so I wondered, just for half a moment, what he was up to.
Then he slipped his arms under my thighs and pushed my hips back, into the air and his tongue was on me. He managed to hold me still while he licked and teased, the sensation making me gasp and pant. I wanted to twist away and at the same time I wanted more. Bastian and Fischer were playing at my breasts, hold my arms down while a squirmed under Lincoln’s sure tongue.
“Holy s-shit,” I managed at some point.
“She likes,” Fischer said.
Finally, the cap of the lube popped open and Lincoln pulled back, leaving me feeling a bit bereft for just a moment. Just long enough to coat his fingers and find my hole again. He pushed inside, carefully and I exhaled at the sensation.
“Shame women don’t have prostates,” Bastian said.
“I got a clit, be ha—ooh shit!—ppy with that,” I said. “I kno—ooh! I am.”
“Not disappointed here, either,” Linc said, adding a finger to tease me there as he added another finger to the back. “God, this is hot.”
“Try this –nngh!—end.” My nerves were on overload.
“Ready, Bas?” He looked over at Bastian who’s eyes lit up. He stroked himself once, twice and then propped himself up against the headboard.
“Not you?” I asked Linc, but I wasn’t sure that the words came out right.
“No, little bird, Bastian. I already got one orgasm out of you.”
“Do you all have a game plan—fuck!—when you get me in bed like this?”
“Yes,” they chorused and I couldn’t help but laugh.
I managed to slide myself over on top of Bastian as Lincoln continued to do wicked things to my hole. But only for a moment longer, because as I straddled Bas, Lincoln held his cock steady for me and he nudged against me. I forced myself to relax.
There were women who hated this, but with the way my men treated and prepared me, I had the feeling those women had no idea what they were missing.
Bastian entered me just a little at a time as he massaged and tweaked my nipples and as Lincoln’s mouth devoured mine. I offered him each and every moan and whimper of delight that Bastian forced out of me.
After a moment, I could feel the skin of Bas’ thighs under mine and he was fully inside me. I groaned, but Lincoln pushed me back as Bastian wrapped his arms around me to hold me there.
Fischer’s greedy mouth was back on mine, and less than a moment later, his cock slid inside me, filling me completely.
I came again. These men could look at me and make me come.
“Oh, hell, baby,” Bastian breathed. “Do you know how good that feels down here?”
“I know how good it feels up here,” Fischer said.
I was too boneless to care. Somehow the two of them found the perfect rhythm, sliding in and out of me at opposite times, driving me through the remaining shakes and shutters of the second orgasm.
Everything these men did to me in bed, and out of bed and in the shower, drove me wild. I loved everything they could give me. I would take them in any combination I could get them.