I Locked Two Rival Mob Heirs In, So Neither Lets Me Go novel · Chapter 2 of 24

Chapter 2: The Linen Room

In the dark Dean and Manny take her together on a stack of towels and tablecloths, and she sets her terms: tonight, and nobody owns her in the morning, until the generator comes on and a hundred men stop outside the door.

Dean got to me first.

He crossed the little room in two steps.

The flashlight I had wedged on a shelf threw his shadow up the whole wall of towels.

His fingers did not go for the key.

They slid into my hair and took the knot at the back of my head, and he tipped my face up.

"Miss Oshiro," he said.

His voice was low and level and I felt it in my knees.

"Tell me which of us you want out."

"Neither," I said.

"Good."

He kissed me.

It was a hard, slow kiss, and he tasted of whiskey and something clean and green, and I opened for him at once.

I had thought about this man's mouth for four years of soup courses, and I had never admitted it to myself.

"Hey," Manny said behind him, delighted.

"I'm in this room, you know."

I reached past Dean's shoulder, got a fistful of Manny's linen jacket and hauled him in.

He laughed into my mouth.

Then he stopped laughing and kissed me hungrily, with his tongue and his teeth, and his big hand spread across my ribs.

They had me between them against the door, one on each side, and neither of them was fighting.

Dean's hand found my wrists and pinned them above my head against the steel.

"Keep them there," he said.

I kept them there.

Manny's fingers worked down the buttons of my uniform blouse, and he said "Mari, Mari, Mari" under his breath, and he sounded awed.

The key fell out of my bra and rang on the concrete.

None of us looked at it.

Manny pushed my blouse off my shoulders and put his mouth on my collarbone, and then lower.

He sucked my nipple through the lace until I arched off the door.

"There she is," he said.

Dean was watching my face.

He did not look at anything else, and it made me want to go on showing him.

"Skirt," he said to Manny.

"On it," Manny said.

He sank to his knees on a stack of folded bath towels.

He shoved my black skirt up around my waist and hooked a thumb in my underwear and dragged it down my thighs.

"Look at that," he said, reverent and filthy.

"Rapoza," I said, and my voice cracked.

He put his mouth on me.

He licked a long, flat stripe up my pussy.

Then he circled my clit with the tip of his tongue, slow and thorough, and my knees went.

Dean's hand tightened on my wrists.

"Stay up," he said.

"I can't," I said.

"You can."

His mouth came close to my ear.

"You're doing so well. Let him make you come."

Manny groaned against me.

He got his hands under my thighs and lifted one leg over his shoulder, and he went in deeper with his tongue.

He fucked me with it, and then he came back to my clit and sucked hard.

The sound I made bounced off the concrete walls.

"Louder," Dean said, quietly.

"I want to hear it."

I came with my head thrown back against the door and my hips rolling into Manny's face.

It went on and on.

Manny did not let up until I was shaking and sobbing his name.

When he finally sat back, he wiped his mouth with his wrist, grinning, wet to the chin.

"That's one," he said.

Dean let go of my wrists.

For a second I thought he would step back and be formal again.

He turned me around instead and put my palms flat on the shelf of tablecloths.

"Hold on," he said.

I heard his belt.

I heard Manny stand up behind him and say, "Higa, I swear to God," and Dean say, "Watch her face."

Then Dean's hand was on my hip and the head of his cock was against my pussy, thick and hot.

He pushed in slowly.

He went all the way in without stopping, and I gasped and rose onto my toes.

"There," he said roughly, and for the first time his voice shook.

"Mari."

"Don't stop," I said.

He pulled almost out and drove back in.

He had one hand on my hip and the other braced on the steel above my head.

He fucked me with a steady, deep rhythm that made the shelves rattle.

Manny stepped around the side where he could see me.

He had his shirt off, his chest broad and brown in the flashlight glow, and he took my chin in his hand.

"Look at me, sweetheart."

I looked.

He kissed me while Dean fucked me from behind.

I moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed it, and I felt him smile.

"You like that?" he said.

"Yes."

"Tell him."

"Harder," I said.

Dean's breath went out of him in a rough sound.

Then he gave it to me harder, his hips slapping against my ass.

Each stroke hit somewhere deep that made my vision go white.

"Good," he said.

"That's it. Take it, you're beautiful, take all of it."

I came again around his cock, clenching and shuddering, and Dean swore under his breath.

He stopped moving and held himself inside me, all the way in, while it ran through both of us.

Then he pulled out slowly.

I turned around with my knees watery and my skirt still around my waist.

Dean was flushed and his tie was gone and his cock was wet and still hard.

"Not finished," he said.

"Neither am I," I said.

I went down on my knees on the towels.

I took Dean in my mouth, still wet from me, and tasted myself on him.

He braced one hand on the shelf and swore softly.

Manny stepped up beside him with his fly open, and I felt the heat of him against my cheek.

I turned my head and licked the length of his cock, and he groaned out loud.

I had one in each hand.

I sucked one, then the other, with long slow pulls and my tongue working under the head.

I switched back and forth between them while they breathed hard above me and tried not to touch each other.

Their elbows bumped.

Neither of them moved away.

"Look at her," Manny said hoarsely.

"I'm looking," Dean said.

"Don't come," I said, and pulled my mouth off Dean to say it.

"Not yet. I want you inside me, both of you, one at a time."

"One at a time," Manny repeated faintly.

"That is the cruelest thing anyone has ever said to me."

I laughed and kissed the tip of his cock.

Then I stood up and looked at him, shameless as he was.

"Lie down."

He blinked.

"On the tablecloths," I said.

"Do it."

Manny dropped onto the pile of white linen so fast that a shelf of napkins slid off.

I stripped off the rest of my uniform and straddled him.

He was big, bigger than Dean.

I took him slowly, an inch at a time, with both his hands gripping my waist and a low sound going out of him.

"Oh, fuck me," Manny said.

"That's what I'm doing."

I sank down onto him until I was full.

Then I put my hands on his chest and rode him, rolling my hips, and he stared up at me, flushed and openmouthed.

Dean knelt behind me on the linen.

His hand found my hair again.

He pulled my head back gently and kissed my throat.

His other palm slid around my front and rubbed my clit in tight circles while I moved on Manny.

"I've got you," Dean said against my skin.

"Take what you want."

"I want both of you," I said.

I heard it come out of my mouth, and neither of them argued.

Manny arched up under me.

"Mari, I'm going to, I can't, you feel so good," Manny said.

"Not yet," I said.

"Mari," he begged.

"Not until I do."

Dean's fingers sped up.

I came with a cry, grinding down onto Manny's cock.

I felt him break underneath me, his hands clawing my hips, and he came deep inside me with his whole body jerking.

He said my name over and over.

I folded forward onto his chest, breathing hard.

Dean's hands never left me.

He lifted me off Manny, laid me on my back on the tablecloths and came over me.

His eyes were black.

"I'm going to finish inside you," he said.

I laughed, breathless.

"Higa, you've been inside me already."

"Not enough," he said.

He pushed into me again, slick and open and easy, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He took me slow and then not slow.

Manny lay beside us on one elbow, stroking my hair.

He talked softly, filthy things and sweet things, and I could not tell them apart.

"Look how she takes you," Manny said.

"Look at her face, Higa."

"I am looking," Dean said hoarsely.

He came with his forehead against mine, shuddering, and he said something I felt more than I heard.

Afterward nobody moved.

The flashlight was dying on the shelf.

I lay between two men who had planned each other's funerals since childhood.

The three of us breathed together on a bed of hotel linen.

"Tonight," I said at last, to the ceiling.

"Nobody owns me in the morning."

Dean's hand closed over mine.

Manny kissed my temple.

"We heard you," Manny said.

Somewhere deep in the building, a motor coughed and caught.

The emergency lights hummed on in the corridor, and a line of yellow came under the door.

Then I heard a hundred pairs of shoes stop right outside it.

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