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Don't Run - 21

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story tags: mobsters, romance, explicit sex, explicit language, learning to trust, dark themes, bad childhood, arranged marriage, reference to past murder, kidnapping, danger, violence, guns

DON’T RUN - CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE.

She dreamed of hands on her skin, of tangled limbs and grinding hips. She dreamed of Ezra and Adi, of being between them and with them. It was sensory overload and when she woke up, alone, she was wet and aching.

Fuck.

Her mind raced, trying to shake off Adi in that context. Where the hell had that come from?

She rolled off her bed before her hands could wander, but by the time she was in her bathroom, she’d forgotten that restraint. She pulled off her hoodie, the bathroom dim but not so dim that she couldn’t see her reflection, standing there with mussed-up hair in her bra and leggings.

Had she really had a sex dream about Adi?

Freya tucked her hair behind her ear, fingers lingering the way his had.

Ezra made sense. Ezra she had slept with. Ezra she liked.

Adi?

She couldn’t trust Adi.

When she closed her eyes she imagined behind between them, the sounds of their groans so vivid in her fantasy that she could have sworn she’d really heard them.

Sliding one hand down the front of her leggings and into her underwear, she touched herself. “Fuck…” she hissed, leaning forward against the sink and stroking her slick folds. She was so wet. She rubbed her clit but it was already so far from enough. She wanted more. Needed more. She pushed her hand down a little farther to curl a finger into herself, where Ezra’s cock had filled her just that morning.

Was he still in the apartment?

Was Adi?

She swallowed her sounds, trying not to fantasize about them, but it was impossible. She came, thinking about them bending her over a desk and taking turns.

When the lust cleared enough for her to think, she cursed herself and pulled her hand from her leggings, quick to wash up. What was wrong with her? She should be doing everything in her power to escape this city. She should be plotting Adi Ellis’s death, not thinking about getting his hands on her and her hands on him.

Freya grabbed a tank top and pulled it on, heading out of her room and trying not to overthink it—not to wonder who might still be in the apartment—trying to pretend she was hoping the place was empty.

When she walked down the hall, she could hear the deep bass of Adi’s voice behind one of the doors. He had to be on the phone because no one was replying to him.

The sun was on its way down outside the living room windows. She must have slept all day. She still needed to get a phone and check in with her aunt before—

“Good morning,” Ezra said from the corner of the big couch.

Freya blinked at him, realizing it was the first time she’d seen anyone actually sit in that space. Until now, it had just been decorative. Like, of course an apartment should have a living room, it didn’t mean Adi actually lived there.

Ezra sat up and picked up a slender box on the coffee table, holding it out for her.

It was easy to let the gravity of Ezra draw her in. She took the box and sat next to him. “Did you really stay here all day?”

Ezra shrugged. “Not all day. I went out and picked up a few things.” He gestured at the bags on the coffee table.

The box he’d handed her was a new phone. “We were going to set it up while you were sleeping but…” He smirked.

“I might think you’d installed tracking software or something?”

Ezra shrugged and watched her open the box and turn on the device. There was a new sim card sitting on the table too. “Can we talk about some stuff?” he asked.

He was so good at making things sound easy and casual. She leaned back into the couch beside them, aware of just how close they were to touching. Suddenly she wasn’t nearly as free of that haze of lust as she had thought a minute ago. “What stuff?”

“Sex stuff.”

Freya laughed, not at what he’d said but just at how perfectly it railed against her efforts to avoid the subject. “What’s there to talk about? We did it.”

He nodded, turning in his corner of the couch to almost face her beside him, his knee against her thigh. “Was it a one-time thing?”

She glanced back toward the hallway—toward the office where Adi had been.

“Do you want to invite him to join?”

Her head whipped forward again. She was half expecting some mocking smirk on his mouth but Ezra just looked sincere. “Join us in this conversation or bed?”

“Up to you,” he said easily. “I’m sleeping with both of you so it would just make things easier for me if you were in the same bed…”

She huffed a laugh and sank down into the cushions of the couch. “We could keep sleeping together…” she said, rather than addressing the idea of adding Adi to the mix, her dreams still too vivid in her mind.

Ezra actually looked relieved, one arm sliding across the back of the couch behind her head. “Then I have more questions… just to get some groundwork done.”

She rolled her head to the side to look at him. This was the second couch she’d found herself on with him in the same day. “Okay.”

“How do you feel about PDA?”

“Such as?”

His fingertips touched her shoulder, sliding up the side of her neck into the back of her hair. “Can I be familiar with you in front of people? Put an arm around you? Hug you? Kiss you?”

She tensed.

He smiled. “So, no?”

“I told Adi I wouldn’t cause him trouble,” she tried to explain. That was the agreement wasn’t it? She played nice for this treaty and his family, didn’t betray him or aid any of his enemies, and he’d help her escape.

Ezra raised an eyebrow. “Did he say you couldn’t fuck around?” There was an edge to his voice then, like he wasn’t just surprised, he was ready to be pissed.

She huffed a laugh. “No.” In fact, he’d told her she absolutely could fuck around, just to stay clear of his enemies. “Okay. I’m good with PDA, but are you? Aren’t you and Adi doing this whole open relationship thing? Wouldn’t throwing your arm around me in public send the wrong signal to other possible hook-ups?”

Ezra laughed, fingers still in her hair. “I’m not interested in anyone else.”

She snorted at that. “For now,” she added for him. They barely knew each other and from what she’d heard at that brunch, Adi and Ezra both had reputations for going through relationships. The pang in her heart surprised her though. Why should she care? She wasn’t going to stay. None of this was permanent.

“So, tell me what you like and what you don’t?”

“Like how I like coffee but I don’t like tea?”

His smile was so beautiful. “No, like how you like dirty talk.”

Warmth washed over her. “So do you,” she remembered.

He nodded. “What else? Any kinks I should know about? Any hard lines?”

She considered it. They were practically snuggling now in that corner of the couch. How had that happened? How had the gravity of Ezra taken her so close before she realized it? “You ever say good girl to me, and I’ll punch you,” Freya warned.

He laughed. “Yes, ma’am.” His arm was around her, his hand on her side. “How do you feel about oral?”

“You were good at it,” she admitted. All of her previous sexual encounters had been hurried and rough. Not bad, but not like what she’d done with Ezra.

She felt his chest swell against her side and his smile was almost out of control. “Thank you.”

Freya huffed a laugh. “No. Thank you.”

“So…in those woods where you grew up,” he started, biting his lip.

She looked up at him. “What about it?”

“Do you have horses?”

She held back a smile. “Yes.”

“I’m guessing you’re pretty good at riding a horse then, right?”

“If you think you’re comparable to a horse…”

He laughed and shrugged. “You can’t blame me for fishing for the compliment, can you?”

“Kinda…” She liked this too much. She liked the easy way it felt to just be with him, against him, curled up on a couch like this was real—like this was their home or her life. “What about you? Any kinks I should know about?” she threw back at him.

Ezra shook his head, his hand moved down to her thigh. “Nothing big, nothing that needs negotiating beforehand.” He spread his fingers and gripped that thigh, making her breath catch when he lifted her onto his lap, sitting between his legs with her back to his chest. Their legs were stretched on the cushions, the hall to the other rooms just over there and the low hum of Adi’s voice still escaping through a door. “I like praise, I like making people feel really good…” His voice had dropped into a deep whisper, pressed right into the skin of her neck when he bent his neck to place kisses.

“Ezra…”

“I like when you say my name,” he added to his list, his hands on her thighs again, stroking from the outside to the inside, spreading them and sliding higher.

Her breath came faster, catching when he bit softly at her neck just behind her jaw. “He might come out here…”

Ezra moaned into her skin and cupped her cunt through the thin layers of her leggings and underwear. “I like the risk of being caught…” His other hand slid under her shirt to glide over skin and palm her breast, teasing it out of her bra to pinch her nipple.

She gasped and arched into his hands. “Fuck…”

“I also like when you tell me what you want… When you say it…” he whispered close to her ear.

Freya clenched her teeth, staring at the hallway. It wasn’t a good idea. She needed to keep things simple and keep her distance from these two. She needed to stick her to plan and focus on escaping. But his palm rubbed at her sex, until she whimpered at the rough feel of her wet panties mashing against her clit. “Get me off.”

He actually shuddered behind her, muffling his own moan into her neck when he let go of her cunt just long enough to slip his hand between those layers, down her bare skin, back to her aching sex. One of his legs hooked over one of hers to pull and pin it to the side.

She gasped, barely choking back her own cry of need when his fingers spread her and pressed inside. “Fucking…” she whined, kicking at the cushions. She wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. “Cover my mouth.”

He panted against her neck, his big hand leaving her breast to cover the lower half of her face, holding her to him while he fingered her on the couch.

She bucked and groaned into his palm, writhing in his grip and always keeping her eyes on the empty hallway.

He added another finger and her eyes rolled back. The heel of his palm mashed against her clit every time his fingers thrust into her.

“You’re so wet…” he whispered near her ear. “You feel so good.”

She was close. She was so close. She could barely see straight—could barely keep her eyes open to watch that hallway. And why was she even bothering to watch it? What could she do about it if Adi walked out of his office and saw them?

As soon as she thought it—she knew she wasn’t watching out of worry that he might, but out of hope that he would. She imagined him standing there, seeing them on the couch, seeing her pinned and finger fucked into a mess of pleasure. She imagined him getting hard and palming himself to the sight.

She came hard, screaming into Ezra’s palm and shaking out her orgasm in waves.

For long seconds they just breathed together in the wake, and then he pulled his fingers out of her and she shivered. His long fingers were slick with her lust, making heat rush her cheeks at the sight, but instead of rubbing them off on the couch or his jeans, he brought his hand up and thrust them into his own mouth, sucking them clean with a satisfied up.

She moaned, melting against him.

He let go of her face and kissed her cheek. “You’re so hot… the sounds you make…”

She bit her lip and twisted sideways, still shaky but reaching to palm him through the front of his pants. He wasn’t soft but he wasn’t nearly as hard as she’d expected.

Ezra huffed a laugh and caught her wrist, pulling it away from his cock and settling it on his chest. “Not yet.”

Freya raised an eyebrow. “Still spent from this morning?”

His smirk was devious. “No.”

She frowned, at first not getting it. And then she did, her gaze flicking to the hall and then back. “Oh.”

His smirk wavered. “Is it going to be a problem?”

Freya laughed and shook her head. Not like that, no. The only problem was that she liked the idea of them too much. She liked both of them too much. It was all a problem, but it wasn’t the problem he might be worrying about. “I’m the homewrecker, Ezra. How fucked up would it be if I got jealous of Adi.”

He settled his arms around her, pulling her more comfortably into his lap. “You’re not a homewrecker.”

“And you’re not a mistress,” she agreed.

They were a mess.

#fuck yeah domini

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