#Andy Barber x reader x Mike Weiss

[jtargaryen18]

Barber & Weiss

Chapter 1

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Words: 5.7 K

Pairing: Dark Andy Barber x Dark Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: Expletive use. References to drug dealing, drug use, and embezzlement. Dubious consent, mild coercion, sexual blackmail, contract for sex as repayment, theft. Sex with multiple partners, oral sex (male and female receiving), spitroasting, duplicity.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: You run the office at Barber & Weiss and love your job and employers. When your drug-dealing boyfriend gets in trouble with a loan shark, you’re hesitant to embezzle money from the law firm to bail him out. But he promises you he’ll be able to return the money quickly, before someone notices it’s gone. What’s going to happen to you when your boyfriend is arrested and your bosses know about your theft?

A/N: Written for an anon ask. 

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“Have a good day off yesterday?”

You swallowed hard, your heart flying as Mike Weiss grinned at you over the top of your monitor.

Breathe. It’s okay. He’s just making conversation.

The younger of the two lawyers you worked for looked tired just like he always did, shadows beneath his bloodshot eyes. His skin was too fair, his clothes slightly disheveled. Mike was undeniably gorgeous even so. What would the blond look like if he actually slept and gave up his partying lifestyle? How did he keep that physique with what he put himself through?

“I did,” you told him, smiling back and praying every prayer you knew that he couldn’t tell you were lying. “It was nice to catch up on things around the house.”

You know like giving your druggie boyfriend the money you’d stolen from for the law firm to get him out of trouble with a loan shark.

Jimmy said he had a couple of transactions coming up and that he’d easily be able to get the money back to you before anyone noticed it was gone. And you ran the office so you could conceal it until then, right?

You were scared shitless.

You rented the house, paid all the bills, and Jimmy just came and went as he pleased. He had loser buddies over for parties while you hid upstairs in your room. He took what he wanted from you. Jimmy laid claim to your body, any cash you had around, any food in the house.

But this was the first time he’d asked for something like this. When Jimmy told you he owed a loan shark $25,000, you were stunned. Then you wanted to know why he was making it your problem.

When the loan shark came after you? It was that more than Jimmy’s fate that scared you enough to resort to embezzlement. What he said they’d do to you just for being Jimmy’s girlfriend…

Mike’s gaze on you was assessing and it unnerved you. It wasn’t like him to pay you much attention. Mike had a constant stream of students, interns, and hookers in and out of the office since his divorce, so you knew he wasn’t lacking for company. Why was he looking at you like that?

After a moment, he shook it off. His demeanor was something like his usual version of professional. “What do you have for me?”

That’s more like it.

You gave him his messages, his mail, updated him on the Fields case, and went over his schedule for the day.

Mike had just left you to head into his office when Andy walked in.

Andy Barber was a few years older than Mike and just as handsome. Always immaculate from his sleek dark hair to the tailored suits he wore, Andy was every inch the lawyer you didn’t want to face in the courtroom.

Andy had a great physique too beneath that polished exterior, all those sedate gray and black suits he wore. You’d had to track him down to the fitness club a couple of weeks ago for a case. Watching him climb out of the pool… You saw what was under those suits. Damn.

Andy was also very perceptive and that’s where you needed to be careful.

He looked particularly handsome today and it was all you could do not to give him the once over. Don’t look. Don’t look.

“How was yesterday?” Andy asked you with a smile, those blue eyes intent on you.

Okay, it was rare you got days off and you appreciated it. Well, you would have if you hadn’t had to hand over money that wasn’t yours to get your boyfriend out of trouble with a loan shark.

“It was really good,” you lied with a smile. “Thank you so much.”

Andy knew where you kept his messages, files. He was sorting through them methodically.

“Do anything special yesterday?” Andy asked.

Breathe. Jimmy would get you that $25,000 back before they noticed. You had to believe that.

“Not really,” you said weakly. “Just caught up on chores around the house.”

Andy’s gaze lifted and he studied you. “I’m glad it was a good day… because I’m going to need you to stay late with us tonight. The Fields case.”

Your laugh had a note of nervous in it. You shook your head trying to sound playful. You weren’t sure you hit that note. “Yeah, okay. I’ll call around and change all my big plans.”

Andy still studied you. “Big plans?”

“Yes, if a pint of Häagen-Dazs count as big plans.”

You wondered what was going on in that razor-sharp mind of his.

“No Jimmy?” he finally asked.

That stopped you. Andy usually didn’t ask you anything close to personal. You’d mentioned having a boyfriend here and there. When did you tell Andy his name? You made an effort not to, especially considering Jimmy’s rap sheet.

After a moment of panic that you prayed he didn’t pick up on, you shrugged and left it at that. You hoped Andy would too.

Andy was divorced and rarely saw his son. If he dated, you didn’t know about it.

And you? Well, you had a relationship. Jimmy was about as far removed as you could get from the fairy tale you always wanted for yourself. But it was better than being alone.

Right?

You worked hellish hours sometimes at the law office of Barber & Weiss. But you were paid well, worked close to home, and the bosses? They weren’t exactly hard to look at even if they were way out of your league. They treated you very well.

Andy seemed to be thinking about what you said a beat before he headed into his office.

Strange.

The day was as crazy as you’d expected. You fielded phone calls, found files, did research. You proofread, wrote up correspondence. You ran out to the whole foods store to get Mike spirulina for his smoothies (they were gross and green) and stopped to get Scotch for Andy before stopping at the post office. You picked up subs for lunch for the three of you.

By the time you came up for air next it was after eight and you realized you were hungry. No sooner had you thought that than both of them approached your desk.

“Hey, let’s call it a day and grab dinner,” Andy told you.

He was unrolling the sleeves of his crisp white shirt as Mike checked his phone.

You wanted to finish what you were typing. “You guys go ahead,” you told them. “I’ll lock up. Have a good night.”

Pulling on his suit coat, Andy cut you a look, a grin playing around his lips. “No, you’re going to stop what you’re doing and come have dinner.”

What was this?

When you didn’t immediately respond, Andy walked around the desk to you and leaned in to see what you were working on. Hitting save on the Word document, he closed it out and turned off your monitor. His smirk dared you to countermand him.

Blowing out an exhale, you glanced up at him from your chair. “Okay. Let me get my stuff.”

“Later,” he held out a hand to you. “Let’s go.”

Taking his hand, you followed him and Mike out to Andy’s Audi. Mike took shotgun and you got in the back. You expected a whole-ass argument on where to go but they must have worked that out ahead of time. You ended up at bougie bistro that you’d never been to and the Friday night crowd wasn’t terrible.

The three of you ate, had drinks. You were content to listen to them work out the different facets of the Fields case, making notes on your phone as they thought up things that needed to be done.

You noticed you had no texts at all from Jimmy. Odd.

By the time you were finishing dessert, you and Andy had dessert, Mike watched you with a smirk. It was then you realized they were all done, and they were waiting for you to finish your tiramisu.

“I’m sorry,” you told them, trying to speed up.

“Hey, take your time.” Andy’s hand was a heavy press on your arm. It took you a minute to notice, the alcohol having fogged your brain. You’d had two – no three – slow gin fizzes.

By the time Andy paid the check and you finished your drink, it was time to go and you were all back in his Audi. You’d head back to the office to get your stuff, get in your car and head home. You didn’t know if Jimmy would be there or not.

Considering the stress he’d put you through, you didn’t care. You were fuzzy and sleepy, feeling good.

When you pulled up to a ritzy house in an upscale neighborhood, you were frowning out the window.

“Where are we?” you wanted to know.

“My place,” Andy said simply as they both climbed out. Mike pulled open your door, helping you out.

“Why are we here?”

Neither man answered you as you followed them up the walk to the front door. Andy held the door open for you and Mike, his expression hard to read. He quickly turned on the lights as he locked the door behind him, herding you and his partner into a living room that looked like it came from a magazine.

Pulling your phone from your purse, you saw it was going on ten o’clock. You also had no texts from your boyfriend.

“You won’t be hearing from Jimmy,” Andy’s deep voice grabbed your attention.

He couldn’t have said what you thought he said.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“Jimmy,” Andy replied. “You’ve checked your phone every few minutes to see if you have texts from him.”

You looked from Andy to Mike and back. “You said I wouldn’t be hearing from Jimmy.”

“He got picked up tonight,” Mike told you, his expression grim.

“What?” Your heart started flying. “Who picked up Jimmy?”

“The cops.” Mike dropped onto the couch you stood before, his gaze assessing.

You froze. So many terrible emotions rushed through you. They now knew your boyfriend was a drug-selling thug and that was bad enough. But the panic that twisted in your gut like a knife hit soon after. If Jimmy had been busted, how was he going to get the money back to you? If he couldn’t, how were you going to restore the $25,000 you stole from the two men watching you way too carefully?

Your loser boyfriend had best not be counting on you to bail him out. You couldn’t.

Wait. Why had they brought you to Andy’s house to tell you?

“How…”

“Did we know about Jimmy?” Mike leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “We didn’t at first. And I’m personally not judging. I enjoy doing a little coke here and there. I bought from him for years. Before you two were even a thing. Even before you started working at the firm.”

What?

“He and his partner,” Andy said slowly coming to stand behind the couch. “What’s his name?”

“Mark?” You didn’t know Jimmy had a “partner” but if he did, it would have to be Mark.

“Mark,” Andy said, those dark blue eyes on you. “They decided to level up in dealing. They were buying a big haul and planned to get started from there. They’d been working out a network for weeks. But someone ratted them out.”

You gazed from Andy to Mike and back again as they both regarded you coolly.

Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest. If what Andy said was true, Jimmy lied to you. He wasn’t in trouble with a loan shark. He used the money you embezzled to buy a large shipment of drugs so he could elevate his dealing.

If Jimmy had told you the truth, he knew you wouldn’t have gone along with it. Of course you wouldn’t have. Still, it didn’t lessen the sting of betrayal. And now Jimmy had been arrested? That money was gone. If he went to jail, you weren’t getting it back.

“Who… Who told you this?” You had to ask.

“A friend of mine,” Andy told you. “Neal took my old job as assistant district attorney. He’ll be prosecuting the case.”

Your world was spiraling out of control around you and the fact that the alcohol was still zinging through your veins didn’t help. Your bosses just hit you with a hard truth and you found yourself blinking back tears.

“I am so sorry,” you told them. “I don’t know what to say. I didn’t know…”

“You did,” Andy told you calmly.

“What?”

“You knew he was dealing drugs.”

You dropped your head in shame. Why lie? You nodded.

“You knew he was using the money for a major haul?” Mike asked.

That got your attention. The money?

They knew.

What were you going to do? There was no way you could repay them aside from small increments. You weren’t going to get it back. If they knew already, your job was gone. And they were lawyers. They could have you arrested for embezzlement.

“Hey,” Andy’s tone was softer when you looked up at him in a panic. “Why don’t you have a seat?” Keeping his movements slow, he walked around the couch to you. “You look like you’re going to pass out.”

At his urging you took a seat next to Mike, trembling like a leaf now.

“Mike’s question,” Andy said gently, taking a knee in front of you. “Did you know he was using the money for a large drug buy?”

You shook your head. Your chest hurt. They knew. Your life was over.

“What did he tell you it was for?”

You couldn’t meet Andy’s gaze. You buried your face in your hands. “He said… h-he got in trouble with a loan s-shark… Jimmy told me that they would c-come after me for being his girlfriend if he didn’t give them the money. He said…”

Mike’s firm hand smoothed over your back. “What did I tell you?” he said to Andy.

“Doesn’t change anything,” Andy told him

“Are you going t-to have me arrested?” You still couldn’t look up at either of them.

Andy’s hands smoothed over the outer sides of your calves below your skirt, over your stockings. You couldn’t stop shaking. How had your world come to this in a matter of two days?

“Shhh,” Andy soothed as he would a child. “No, we’re not going to press charges. You run our office. I’m sure we can work this all out.”

A sliver of hope slid into your heart. Had you looking up through tear-bleary eyes at Andy’s handsome face. “I’ll do anything. I’ll work overtime. Whatever either of you need.”

Mike chuckled next to you on the couch, but you were so lost to your panic it didn’t register why he might be doing that.

“We’ve got a few problems,” Andy said slowly. “First, is the issue of your safety. Jimmy is likely going to try and hit you up for bail. And he will make bail.”

“I don’t have anything.” You looked from him to Mike.

“He’ll assume you can siphon more money off the firm,” Mike’s voice was close to your ear, send a different sensation through your veins to rush against all the adrenaline and alcohol.

“With Jimmy in jail, one of his competitors or clients might decide to pay you a visit,” Andy pointed out. “So staying in that house probably isn’t a good idea. You rent?”

What were you going to do? Guilt for what they both know you did now was a heavy weight. But you were in danger?

You had a small amount in your savings account. You could maybe try to stay in a hotel long enough to explain to the landlord that you needed out of the lease, that you had to go somewhere else.

You finally nodded. “I’ll find a place to stay,” you said slowly. “I’ll try to get out of the lease. I’ll just… have to try to avoid Jimmy and his friends.”

“It’s still a risk,” Andy said, his gaze staying on you. “For the time being, it would be best if you stayed here.”

What?

“I’ve got a good security system and plenty of room,” Andy said like it was the most reasonable solution.

Mike’s warm hand slid over your back in loose circles, drawing your attention to him. “No one’s going to come to Andy’s house looking for you.”

Blowing out an exhale, you looked from Mike to Andy. “I’ve already stolen from you,” you admitted miserably. “Why would you want me in your house?”

“Yeah, you stole from us,” Andy’s expression was hard to read. “But neither of us want anything to happen to you just for making a few bad decisions. We’ve all been there.”

Mike? You didn’t doubt he’d seen trouble in his life.

Andy? You couldn’t see it. What could he possibly have to hide?

But then it occurred to you. Andy had been living alone for a while.

“I could keep house for you,” you offered.

Andy’s hands slid up to your knees, fingers caressing just above them. “I already have someone to come in and clean the house. I’m… We’re interested in other things.”

“Other things?” Your question ended in a squeak when Mike leaned in to nip at the tender flesh of your neck just below your ear, his hand sliding lower on your back.

“It’s your choice,” Andy’s gaze darkened as he watched Mike chaining kisses along the slender column of your neck. “If you’d rather do payroll deductions, that could be arranged.”

Were they serious? They wanted you to repay them with sex?

Surprise must have shown on your face as you stared at Andy stunned. Mike’s quick fingers pulled the zipper at the back of your dress down, his warm hand skimming over your flesh until you were trembling for more than one reason.

“How… would—”

“Would this work?” Andy’s hands slid higher on your thighs. “You borrowed half your yearly salary, yes?”

When Mike flicked your bra open at the back, you knew a moment’s panic before you nodded.

“You stay here,” Andy explained, “and you’re available to us whenever we want, within reason, and you’ll have paid it back in six months.”

It was a lot to take in. Jimmy had been arrested. You’d stolen money from your bosses, and you were caught. They probably weren’t wrong about your safety but…

Mike pressed wet kisses along your collar bone, pulling back the shoulder of your dress so he could reach that skin. It wasn’t easy to think with fear preying on your mind and Mike’s sensual torment. His lips were so soft and his tongue drew wicked circles on your skin.

“Both of us have been interested in you since we hired you.” Mike’s voice was deep and husky. “But I wasn’t in a place to offer you a stable relationship.”

Andy cut him a look before his heated gaze returned to you, his fingers skimming higher up your inner thighs. “I was still technically married at the time.”

“What do you say?” Andy’s fingers reached the lace tops of your stockings. “Is this arrangement acceptable?”

Considering what you’d need to live, it would take you forever to pay them back if you did payroll deductions. This way it was only six months. And you all worked long hours at the firm. They wouldn’t have a lot of time to be demanding.

Would they?

Your heart hammered in your chest because you’d never been with two men at once. And that was very much what it appeared they intended to do.

Slowly, you met Andy’s gaze and nodded. You didn’t know what else to do.

“I already have a contract drawn up.” You didn’t miss the flash of triumph in those blue eyes a beat before his touch left your thighs and he grabbed your chin with rough fingers. “This arrangement is between the three of us, do you understand? I have evidence, including video, of you moving the funds from our operational account to your personal account. I just wanted to advise you of that. Do you understand?”

Your breath came fast from fear, from… You nodded. Did you have a choice?

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I understand,” you managed.

Mike’s hand now slid over your knee.

“Birth control?” Andy’s gaze held yours, his determination not something you were used to seeing.

“The pill,” your voice shook now.

“Any STDs?” he went on.

“Really?” Mike muttered against your shoulder.

“I’ve never had one,” was all you could say.

“You can’t contact Jimmy,” Mike stopped long enough to tell you. “That’s over.”

You didn’t want to contact Jimmy. It was his fault you were in this mess.

“I w-won’t,” you told them.

“And it sounds like we have a deal,” Mike told you both grinning.

It took your breath when he hauled you up over a broad shoulder. The room spun, the alcohol, adrenaline, and anxiety blending and coursing through your body as Mike headed towards a staircase.

“No,” Andy stopped him. “The guest room. This way.”

They were serious. They were both going to fuck you and you’d agreed to it. They could fuck you whenever they wanted for the next six months. Apparently, there was a contract.

The soft light of a lamp flicked on as you were dumped onto a soft, good-sized bed.

Mike wasted no time pulling off the pumps you wore, dropping them to the floor. His grin was wicked as he climbed on the foot of the bed after you.

They were moving fast and a little panicked, you used your elbows to move back towards the headboard. Andy sat on the bed next to you, leaning over you to gently capture your wrists in his hands.

“Relax,” Andy whispered. “No one is going to hurt you.”

You felt Mike grip your knees, hauling your legs up and pulling them apart while Andy’s mouth claimed yours. His kiss was subtle at first like the notes of leather and sandalwood he wore. The brush of his beard on your face almost distracted you from Mike tossing up your skirt, pulling your panties down over the stockings you wore.

Andy’s kiss quickly grew more demanding, tasting like Scotch and need. His tongue had just begun to duel with yours when you felt strong hands press your trembling thighs open, warm breath pelting the most private part of you.

Mike said your name softly. “Relax, baby. You’re going to love this.”

Andy caught your cries in his mouth as Mike dove in, first spreading you open so he could tease your clit relentlessly with his tongue. Jesus, he knows what he’s doing. His finger traced teasingly over your opening, his tongue following not long after.

You broke the kiss when Mike started fucking you with his tongue. Andy held you down for him, seemed to enjoy just watching Mike take you apart.

“You like what he’s doing?” Andy whispered low into your ear.

Maybe you nodded. Mike slid a finger inside you, carefully teasing your walls as he worked it slowly in and out of you. Your juices shined on his beard, but his gaze was riveted on first the one then the second finger he’d slid into you.

A flurry of movement caught you as Andy yanked up your dress and pulled it off you. Your bra was already undone so it easily followed. And all the while Mike carefully worked his fingers into you, his tongue teasing the center of your pleasure ruthlessly above that. You writhed, your hands struggling in Andy’s firm grip. Your heart raced, your cries the only sound in the cool silence of the room.

You were getting close, circling your center in Mike’s face both wanting more and wanting a reprieve from the searing pleasure he’d built between your thighs. You weren’t even aware when Andy let go of you even as you watched one of his elegant hands work at loosening his tie, the other closing over one of your bared breasts as if he couldn’t wait to touch you. It slid slowly down, his gaze following, stopping at your tummy. With gentle pressure, he held you still for Mike to finish you off.

The orgasm hit you hard, left you reeling. You weren’t exactly inexperienced, but you couldn’t remember the last time someone brought you off with his mouth, much less with that sort of finesse.

Mike knew it to, amusement lighting up his blue eyes. While he had you prone beneath him, lust-drunk and panting, he took his time in taking those suspenders down. His fingers made quick work of the buttons before he pulled off the deep blue shirt he wore, showing off impressive muscles you always knew were under there.

And tattoos. Damn. You were eyeing them when Mike grabbed your hips, none too gently flipping you onto your tummy.

Mike hauled you up onto your knees, firm thighs still encased in black slacks pressing into the backs of yours. A quick glance over your shoulder showed you he was smoothing on a condom. It was only a beat before you felt the head of him sliding through the wetness of your folds.

“Pay attention to Andy,” Mike muttered. 

No sooner had you turned back to where Andy had shed his dress shirt than Mike was pushing his way into you, not being leisurely about it. He had you so worked up that he slid in easily enough. He was just a bit bigger than you were used to.It burned, his intrusion stretching you.

You released the breath you hadn’t released you were holding, fingers curling into the comforter under you when Andy climbed up on the bed before you, pulling open his slacks and pushing them down.

He wore nothing underneath and when he pulled himself out, you were staring because he was more than ready for you. And huge. What had you agreed to? His fingers were gentle when they curved around your jaw, pulling you towards his swollen cock as he moved it to your mouth.

“Open wide, Sweetheart,” Andy’s voice was husky above you.

Your lips spread around him as Mike’s hands gripped your hips. You began working Andy further into your mouth as Mike began to move in you, slow and easy at first while you got used to Andy in your mouth.

“Feels fucking amazing,” Mike praised, grinding into you on the end of a couple of strokes like he was savoring the feeling of you.

You were trembling between the two men. You were on sensory overload with the way your slick walls stretched around Mike, his movements caressing hidden triggers inside you. The taste and feel of Andy’s cock in your mouth, the smell of his cologne and his own intimate scent invading your senses.

They found a rhythm, working into you from either end in a way that had you drooling around Andy, squeezing Mike tightly as he moved within you with increasingly powerful strokes. When those strokes had you gagging on Andy here and there, the deep moans you pulled from him were a sinful sound, pushed your own excitement higher.

“You look so fucking gorgeous,” Andy managed breathlessly above you. “Taking us both…”

One of his hands held your hair back from your face while the other smoothed circles over your shoulders and back. You struggled to keep your teeth away, to keep your throat opened. And it was gratifying to see the more controlled of the two of them looking so wrecked above you. His powerful upper body was devoid of tattoos, but the muscular wall of his chest trembled as he fought off his release, his breath growing ragged.

Mike was fucking you hard from behind, his hands a vice grip on your hips as he pulled you back onto his cock again and again. He punched the air from your lungs, Andy stealing your air another way, holding himself a beat in the back of your throat before retreating each time, allowing you air.

“I’m coming,” Mike muttered, one hand sliding under you tease the pearl above where he penetrated you, had you crying out around Andy’s cock.

“Fuck,” Andy muttered, the tension in his body telling you he was getting close too.

You came and clenched around Mike hard, bringing him off. His hips pumped into you firmly, holding you in place and teasing your clit, pulling you under the waves with him, making the entire room spin. You cried out, realizing Andy had pulled back from your mouth. Your gaze locked with his dark one as you shook, collapsing on the bed beneath Mike. His body was a damp hot weight, pressing you into the comforter.

You felt a chill when Mike lifted from you, struggling to breathe. But not for long. Andy gently rolled you onto your back, his shadow consuming you as he moved above you.

“Got one more for me, beautiful?” Andy purred in your ear.

“Huh?”

You caught a glimpse of his red, swollen cock a beat before he slotted himself between your thighs and pushed into your still-quivering channel. Andy was heavier than Mike, his cock thicker and sliding into you with determination until he reached the end of you, holding.

His breath exhaled in a rush, his eyes closing in bliss.

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Andy muttered above you. “So many times.”

Lowering himself above you, Andy caged you on top of the bed, allowing you to wind yourself around his hard body. It only occurred to you as you watched Mike pull the condom off that Andy hadn’t used one. Mike ducked into the bathroom as Andy’s loving started to take your breath away.

“Hey,” Andry drew your attention back to him. “Eyes on me.”

That wasn’t hard to do. Andy kissed you breathless, his hips powering into you until all you could do is desperately claw at his heavily-muscled arms, the sweat-slick surface of his wide back. Your shaking thighs were closed around his slim hips but it didn’t slow him down as he moved in you, changed angles until he hit just the right space at your front wall.

That set you off. You gasped, you begged. Andy’s dark hair was spiked around his head, his color high as he rained hot kisses over your face and neck.

“Not going to last long, baby,” Andy whispered. “Your mouth was too good.. I’ll make it up to you later… Promise…”

The bed next to you dipped from Mike’s weight as he took a seat by your head. He took one of you hands in his while the other smoothed over your hair and Andy pounded you into the bed.

Release rode you as hard as Andy and it wasn’t long before you were coming again, waves of ecstasy that shook you hard. Andy’s body tightened around you as he sought his own release, holding you down and drowning you in yours. Your walls convulsed around Andy as he pumped into you, working himself into you until he was sated.

Strong fingers tipped your chin up to make you look at Mike. 

“You’re beautiful when you come like that,” he told you with an impish grin. When he kissed your lips softly, carefully, even as you tried to catch your breath, your heart shifted at the affection.

Mike rose from the bed, scooping his shirt off the floor. “You going to take it from here?” Mike asked Andy. “She’s living with you, so you’re in charge of after care.” Seeing your gaze was on him, Mike winked. “Well, most of the time.”

“I’ve got this,” Andy muttered, still inside you.

As he pulled on his shirt, Mike came back over to steal another kiss. “Goodnight, gorgeous… You made the right call.”

Right now, it sure as shit felt like you made the best choice you could. You just hoped you were right.

You just hoped your survived them.

“Got a ride?” Andy called as Mike strolled out of the room. 

“Calling an Uber.”

Andy eased himself out of your body, and you winced at the sting.

“Okay?” he asked gently.

You nodded, it was all you could do as he lifted from you, fishing his slacks out of the floor and pulling them on. He’d had Mike bring you to the guest room, so you were guessing that’s where you’d stay. But you were surprised when Andy scooped you up off the bed and carried you out of the room, heading for the stairs.

You didn’t see Mike as you hung on, guessing he’d already walked outside to smoke.

Andy carried you into a cool upstairs bedroom in shades of navy and gray, the masculine scent all his. Carefully he pulled back the covers and placed you in his bed. When he pulled the covers back up over you, he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Andy?” you blinked up at him, exhausted and more than a little confused.

“I’m going to get something to clean you up a little,” Andy told you with a small smile. “Then we’ll get some sleep.”

You were too tired to argue and not entirely sure you should. Andy returned from his bathroom with a warm washcloth, using it on your sleepy form, carefully between your thighs.

You were dozing when he climbed into bed behind you, nude as you were. Wrapping a hard arm around you, he pulled you back into the heat of his own body and you welcomed it. Your mind and body having reached their limits, you dropped off to sleep not long after that.

You were blissfully unaware that Andy was awake long after you, making plans.

Phoning in the tip on Jimmy? Best call he’d ever made. Mike was part of that world so he couldn’t have made the call. He’d also never know it was Andy who did. 

While he’d agree to share you with his partner – for now – Andy didn’t intend for it to be a permanent state. By the end of six months, you’d be his. He’d make sure of it.

You were so different from Laurie. And didn’t he deserve a second chance at a family?

Pressing a kiss into your hair, Andy snuggled into his pillow and eventually joined you in sleep.

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