Impact (Suncoast Society #32)(60)

“Redbird, would you like to come with my boy’s cock f*cking you?”

“Yes, Sir. Please.”

“Then you’d better come for me while he does.” He reached around her with one arm while she lay cradled in his other. As Cris slid his cock into her, Landry found her clit and started playing with it. “Come for me, my sweet pets. Let me hear you both come for me…now.”

Maybe it was mean to make Cris come that quickly, but he’d let Cris have her again later, if he was up for it.

Landry nipped the side of Tilly’s neck, drawing an even louder moan from her while Cris frantically f*cked her, gasping as he filled her * with a load.

They lay there catching their breath as Landry chuckled. “My good pets,” he said in English. “So sweet.” When Cris finally moved, Landry rolled Tilly onto her back and pinned her to the bed with his body as he slid inside her.

“One more for me, then,” he said in French. “Squeeze my cock, Redbird.”





The feel of her sore ass rubbing against the bed only made the second orgasm that much better. Landry’s trigger overruled her brain and forced her body into compliance.

Her back arched as he f*cked her hard, driving her up the bed with the force of his strokes. She knew he wouldn’t last long as fast and hard as he was going, but she didn’t care.

It felt goood. He had a grinding, rocking motion that was so different from the way Cris f*cked her in this position, one that rubbed against the full length of her clit and bored straight into her nervous system at the bottom of each thrust.

She forced herself to keep her eyes open and stare up into Landry’s handsome green gaze. Yes, this man wasn’t just her husband, but the other half of her heart where Cris also resided.

This was the closest she’d ever been to heaven in her life before Katie’s arrival.

And he sure could make her call out to god.

She was still coming when he exploded, his cock twitching and filling her, adding another load to her * and making the good kind of mess.

She’d barely caught her breath from that when Landry, still speaking French, ordered Cris to get hard.

Didn’t take much, the man’s body well used to Landry’s sadistic sadism, having trained Cris to enjoy it with sex.

Before she realized it, Landry had rolled off her and Cris was back, furiously kissing and f*cking her as Landry lay there watching, smiling, amused.

Aaaand then he triggered her again and her world exploded.

By the time Landry finally allowed them to go to sleep, Tilly could barely remember her own name, much less what she’d been worried about earlier.

And that was certainly the good kind of problem to have for a change.





Chapter Twenty-One


By Wednesday, the coroner’s office had released Sofia’s body and it was picked up by the funeral home Dale had arranged. Wednesday afternoon, Loren stayed behind at the condo with Katie while Landry, Tilly, and Cris went to pick out an urn before going to the closing on the new condo.

Landry had left the final decision up to Cris. When Sofia had made her will last week with Dale, she’d only specified she wanted to be cremated, not what was to be done with her remains after that.

When Cris asked Tilly, she gave her opinion. “I say we pick a nice urn and keep her until Katie is old enough to understand and decide. It should be her final decision. At least Sofia will be with us, the people who remotely gave a damn about her.”

He nodded, looking to Landry for the final call despite the man having already told Cris to decide.

“If that’s what you want, love, I’m fine with it,” Landry told him.

It took Cris nearly thirty minutes to decide on a wooden box with a pretty geometric pattern carved in it. Dark cherry wood, the design was stained black.

They would have her remains back by Monday.

Thursday morning, Tilly didn’t even want to crawl out of bed and it took Loren, Cris, and Landry working together to talk her into facing the day.

More entertainment blogs and channels had picked up the story of the parking lot dust-up and custody order. When Tilly checked her phone, she found her business e-mail account deluged with requests for interviews.

She asked Landry for a ruling on how to handle it, knowing her temper might get the better of her.

He considered it for a moment. “Frankly? I say you put out a boilerplate press release statement. A distant family member named the three of us guardians of her child, and she met with a questionable fate while in the corrections system. The real story is the lack of attention paid to the tragedy of why was a woman, whose probation for a non-violent crime was senselessly revoked to serve the needs of police officers looking to make a high-profile case, killed while in custody and awaiting a hearing? A new mother, and a domestic abuse victim, no less. A woman trying to get her life together, who’d reached out to us for help with a new start, who escaped a violent situation. It’s a horrible statement about the quality of care inmates receive.”

Her jaw dropped. “Damn,” she said, shocked. “You’re amazing.”

He leaned in and kissed her. “Control the message, pet. Practice what our politicians are so good at. Turn the story around on them, and request that we ask for privacy at this time as we focus our energy on the infant and mourning our loss.”