He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Milo’s POV

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“Are you done yet? I want us there before she shows up.” I watched Jace cinch the last knot

on his dress shoes.

We’d gone for the same look on purpose–matching down to the attitude. Black, sheer

short–sleeve shirts. Black slacks, black shoes. The masks were black threaded with silver,

hiding everything but our mouths and chins.

“She send you a photo yet?”

“No.” The word had barely left me when my phone chirped. Scar’s name flashed on the

screen and I couldn’t stop the smile.

“Actually–yeah.” I angled the phone, and Jace slid in close to peer over my shoulder.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed. “That’s her? Her body is unreal”

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“Wait until you see her face, I said. It matches.

His eyes stayed on the screen a second longer. “You’re sure about this? With her?”

“I am.”

He hesitated, then pushed, like he always did when he was trying to protect me. “If she’s

been going to those clubs, she hasn’t exactly been waiting around.”

“I’m not asking her to. Let her have fun.” I glanced back at the photo. “And I didn’t mention it

earlier, but she’s newly divorced. Her husband cheated.”

Jace sucked in a sharp breath–because he knew exactly what betrayal tasted like to me.

“How does anyone cheat on a woman built like that?”

“I honestly don’t know,” I said. “Her ex has to be a complete idiot.”

“Yeah,” I muttered, still staring. A fucking idiot.

Jace came up behind me, close enough that I felt him like heat. “Come on, babe. I’m ready

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to help entertain our girl.”

“Our girl?” I echoed, grinning.

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He shrugged like it was obvious. “You want her. I want you happy. If she gives you that, I’m on board.” His voice dropped. “You want her as our third–so let’s make it happen. Maybe

we’re doing it backward, but we’ll figure it out.”

Then he hooked a hand around the back of my neck and crashed his mouth onto mine.

I got hard instantly.

I gripped his hips, pulled him in until our groins pressed together, and ground against him.

We both moaned into the kiss.

“I fucking love you, Jace,” I said when I tore my mouth away, breathless.

“I love you too, Milo.” His forehead touched mine for half a beat. “Now let’s go get our

princess.”

Forty minutes later, we rolled up to the club with our masks already on.

The

guy

at the door took one look at the gold owner cards we flashed and snapped to rigid

attention, abandoning the easy slouch he’d had a second ago.

Jace laughed under his breath. “Relax, man. We’re not your commanding officers.”

“Sorry, sir–habit,” the doorman said quickly.

I held my phone up again, Scar’s photo bright on the screen. “This one. She’ll come with two

friends. They’re in, member cards or not. She’s a member, and I’m pretty sure her friends

are too, but if they forget their cards, you let them through anyway.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jace and I stepped inside.

The place was already alive–too loud, too hot, all bodies and hunger. Orgies had started in corners like it was just another Saturday ritual. Behind the bar, Roxanne was being fucked by her long–term partner while still serving drinks. I watched her shudder into an orgasm as she poured whiskey for someone; her hand trembled, but she didn’t spill a drop.

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Jace came up behind me and I leaned back into him, letting his chest anchor mine.

“Nervous?” he murmured against my ear.

“Not nervous,” I said. “Wound up. I want to make her scream.”

He kissed the side of my neck, his grin felt more than seen. “How many do we give her?”

“At least five.”

Then something shifted in the room–like the air rearranged itself.

My gaze snapped to the entrance.

Scar walked in with her friends.

“Jesus,” Jace muttered. “They’re all fucking hot.”

They were dressed alike in the broad strokes: short dresses, tight fits, legs for days. One of them was taller than the other two and had wild red curls–Maisie. I recognized her immediately as Summer’s best friend. Summer looked gorgeous, her hand tangled with Maisie’s, and it took me a second to realize they were together.

Good for her.

But my attention slid right back where it wanted to be: my woman in red.

Her eyes were everywhere, taking in the club like she could taste it. They claimed an open corner near an unoccupied bed. I watched Maisie cup Scar’s breast and mouth at her neck,

and it had me so hard I felt feral.

Jace moved in beside me. One glance told me he was spiraling too. He loved watching-

especially watching me.

“You want to watch us fuck her, don’t you?” I whispered.

He answered with a low growl.

We started toward her.

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She beat us to it.

“Hi,” she breathed, the word shaky with want.

I knew that sound.

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Before I could speak, Jace bent, scooped her up like she weighed nothing, and she

squealed–then locked her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

We headed down the hall and up the stairs. We had a private room here; the girls used it when they came. Tonight they were at Club Nine.

At the top, Jace opened the door and we stepped into a space dressed for sin.

Black and red dominated everything. A mini fridge held water, and chocolates were stacked beside it like aftercare was a promise. A bathroom sat off to the side, the shower big enough for three bodies without squeezing.

In the center: a California King framed by a metal canopy.

Chains hung from each post with leather cuffs waiting at the ends. Blood–red Egyptian cotton sheets covered the mattress, smooth and rich. Eight pillows were piled there, and I

couldn’t help shaking my head.

Women and their damn pillows.

The ceiling lights glowed in soft, round halos, dim yellow–low enough to hide nothing,

gentle enough to feel like permission. The nightstands flanking the bed would have lube, vibrators, clamps, dildos–standard. On one wall, straps and whips and crops hung in neat

rows.

The girls loved their toys.

Jace set Scar down at the foot of the bed.

The way she looked up at him–pure lust, unfiltered–dragged a groan out of me. This night

was going to be a problem in the best way.

Jace dipped his head and kissed her.

I stepped behind her, brushed my mouth to her ear, then dragged kisses along her neck.

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Her moan was sweet, helpless.

I slid the dress down her shoulders and off her body.

When it hit the floor, both Jace and I cursed.

She had nothing underneath.

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I let Jace stare his fill while I bent to gather the dress, folded it, and set it on the side table. I left her heels on–at least five inches, giving her height and making her legs even more

obscene.

I moved in close and squeezed her ass while Jace dropped to his knees to kiss her breasts,

mouth closing around her nipples.

She panted, sound breaking as she clutched fistfuls of hair–one hand in his, one in mine when I claimed her mouth. Jace spread her legs wider; I opened my eyes just in time to see his tongue swipe her slit.

“Oh, God,” Scar cried.

I clicked my tongue at him. He looked up, eyes bright.

I bent, lifted Scar into my arms, and opened her wide for him.

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