Thirty-one

POV

Benett

"Watching my brother and my girl fucking makes my dick throb, knowing that in minutes I'll be sliding into her tight heat too. I'm rushing to cover myself."

"Fuck, baby. Hurry up, Benny, before we finish and you’re left hanging with your hand around your dick, jerking off to the universe."

"Fuck you, I hope my balls slap against yours, and you lose your fucking erection, you bastard." I sneer, pissed as hell for using Benny, and he knows it.

"If you two aren’t going to get along and fuck me, then this whole thing is pointless, and I’d better go and finish alone. Maybe I’ll see if the mechanic can tune my bo..." Her words are cut off by a quick thrust from Mason, and I'm closing in, pressing against her back. Mason removes his fingers from her ass, and I position myself at her entrance, slowly sliding through the tight ring of muscles, letting her body adjust to the intrusion.

"Oh fuck. It’s too much, I don’t think I can take it." She whispers breathlessly, but there’s no pain in her voice.

"All that shit you talk, and now you want to give up. You can do it, volcano. Relax, damn it." I reach around, sliding my hand between their bodies to find her clit pressed firmly against my brother’s lower abdomen. Sliding my fingers through her smooth folds, I reach the stiff button and start circling it, letting waves of pleasure flow through her body, and I feel her start to relax.

Mason is giving her the shallowest thrusts he can, and finally, I feel my dick slide all the way in. "There’s our girl. Look at you, darling. Stuffed full of Slade dicks just like you wanted."

I start to pull out until only the tip of my dick is still inside, then I plunge back in, trading off with my brother, thrust for thrust. Working together, we fuck her body, extracting every drop of pleasure not just from her but from ourselves. I can feel how tight and full she is, and I’m too far gone in my lust to care about anything that might touch Mason.

I know my brother feels the same, because all that’s coming out of his mouth are grunts and groans that resonate in the air and blend with mine, nearly drowning out the moans of our little volcano.

"I... I’m going to come," she stammers, and Mase and I look at each other and, in unison, pick up the pace, slamming our bodies into hers so we can cross the finish line with her.

Her ass is so tight it takes no more than three hard thrusts before my balls tighten, and I feel my cum start to pour. I pull back just enough so that only the tip is inside, and I can feel Tessa clench tightly as her own orgasm washes over her, pushing my brother’s cock out of her so the last drops of his cum mix with hers, covering both thighs and the sofa.

Her whole body goes limp against Mason, and I stroke her spine as I pull out the rest of the way, watching as my cum slowly starts to leak out of her, and aftershocks hit her body.

"Best. Date. Ever," Tessa says before her stomach growls.

"Get up, darling. Let’s clean up and then get some food. If you don’t take forever, maybe we’ll do it again when we get back." My brother pats her ass, but he’s the one lifting her and walking toward one of the hallway doors.

"You coming?" He stops and asks, and everything in me wants to be a smartass and respond "I already came," but I see what he’s trying to do here and accept the invitation for what it is.

There’s really nothing we wouldn’t do for Tessa Clarke. Our little volcano. I guess, in the end, it turned out the way it was supposed to, or whatever the hell Mia keeps saying when she starts talking about fate.

POV

Tessa

**Two months later...**

Hollow Hill Construction was thriving more than ever, and our relationship was solid and everything was going very well.

I was in the meeting room, reviewing some contracts, when I heard Bennett’s voice rising from the next office. I put the papers aside and went to see what was going on.

"Mr. Slade, I think we have a problem," I heard an unfamiliar voice on the phone. "There’s someone at reception saying it’s urgent to speak with you. He said his name is Mr. Loomis."

The name made my blood run cold. Mr. Loomis? What could he want now?

Minutes later, Mason and I walked into Bennett’s office, followed by a middle-aged man in an impeccable suit with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "Mr. Slade, Mr. Slade, Miss Clarke, what a pleasure to finally meet you in person," Loomis said, his voice dripping with false courtesy.

"What do you want, Loomis?" Mason growled, his fists clenched at his sides. I could feel the tension radiating from him.

Loomis smiled and approached Bennett’s desk, placing a black leather folder on it. "I just wanted to discuss some business. Inside this folder, you’ll find a proposal... or, rather, an ultimatum."

Bennett opened the folder and his face paled. I moved closer and saw photos, documents, and records incriminating Hollow Hill Construction in a series of frauds and sabotage that we didn’t commit. "This is a setup," he whispered.

"You have 48 hours to decide," Loomis continued, ignoring Bennett’s protest. "Either you sell Hollow Hill to me for a price I consider fair, or these proofs will end up in the hands of the authorities and the media."

My anger boiled. "You can’t do this," I said, my voice full of determination.

"Oh, but I can, and I will," Loomis said coldly. "Think carefully, and remember: every minute that passes is a step closer to the end of the empire you’ve built."

With that, Loomis turned and left, leaving a heavy silence in the room. Mason broke the silence, his voice full of determination. "We’re not going to let that son of a bitch bring us down."

I looked at Bennett and Mason, my expression turning into one of fierce resolve. "We have 48 hours to figure out how to defuse this bomb. Let’s get to work."

Before we could start planning, the phone on Bennett’s desk rang again. He answered quickly, still with a racing heart. "Hello?"

"Hello, Bennett. Mr. Loomis here. I hope you’re reflecting on my offer," Loomis’s icy voice echoed from the other end of the line. "Oh, and before I forget, it would be a shame if something happened to Miss Clarke. She’s always been such a lovely girl."

My blood froze, and I saw Bennett’s expression harden. Mason clenched his fists at the veiled threat. "If you touch her, I swear..."

"Calm down, boy," Loomis interrupted, his tone calm and controlled. "Just making it clear that business is business. You have 48 hours. Choose wisely."

The call was cut off, and the silence in the room was deafening. Bennett looked at me, his eyes filled with concern and anger. "We’re going to protect you, Tessa. No matter what."

Mason nodded, his expression fierce. "We’re going to bring Loomis down and expose his lies. He’s not getting away with this."

The clock was ticking, and I had no idea what could happen next.