Free Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) by Alice May Ball Page A

“Eiffel tower!” together. My mouth slid along Declan’s pole and my ass beat on Liam’s and I had no idea what they were talking about, but still it made me laugh. Then, in the corner of my eye I spotted a reflection in a big mirror. Declan and Liam kneeling at either end of me and high-fiving. It did look kind of like the Eiffel tower.  

    The giggles started and set off a quake in my stomach. Liam and Declan caught it, too. Then there was a knock at the door. A voice from outside said, “Room service,” and we dissolved into a quivering heap of hopeless laughter, writhing and grinning and laughing out loud.  

    “It’s open,” Declan shouted and we laughed more.

    “Come on in,” said Liam.

    From the floor, upside down I watched the door open and a man, a boy really, in smart black pants, shiny black shoes and a red vest, pushing a golden trolley ahead of him. Glasses, plates and cutlery tinkled and clattered as he wheeled it into the room. He looked around and when he saw us, under his carefully unkempt hair was the look of a racoon in a floodlight. His face was a weather map of panic. Stay? Go? Stay? Go? Watch? Run? Watch? Run?

    His hands flew apart and together like the blades of a broken windmill. Declan stood like it was perfectly normal and natural to greet a hotel waiter with his shirt open and askew, his hair all on one side and his pants wide open with his massive cock standing level with his navel. He walked across the room to the chair where his jacket was, fished out his wallet and went to the poor kid whose face was white by now.

    Declan took out a bill and gave it to him and raised an eyebrow. His cock was springing eagerly and pointed right at the kid’s nose. The waiter just ran and, as the door slammed behind him, we all laughed like helpless idiots.

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    Courtenay and Declan lounged on the couch and Liam sat in one of the big easy chairs as they munched sandwiches and chips ravenously and guzzled champagne from long, cut crystal glasses. Liam poured the champagne like a professional, holding the bottle with one hand from the base, tipping the glass and sliding the champagne in slowly down the side of the glass.

    Courtenay’s dress was open like a housecoat. Underneath she was naked. Her full, round breasts bounced and rolled as she laughed. Liam sat forward in the chair, his muscular chest exposed by his open shirt, his black pants loose. Declan’s bare torso glistened with a sweet sheen of sweat. As he leaned back on the couch, his cock, still long and fat in repose, lolled out of his open pants.

    “You’re a proper Miss small town good time girl when you get going, aren’t you, Courtenay.” Liam licked his lips.

    Courtenay set her jaw and her lips tightened. “Small town slut you mean.”

    Liam wondered if she was taking offence, but the spark in her eye said not. “I mean,” he said, “There’s a lot more firecracker in you than your little town persona might suggest.”

    Her eyes flashed, “There was quite a lot of firecracker in me about twenty minutes ago,” she looked from Liam to Declan and back, “Two huge, hard firecrackers as I remember it.”

    Declan’s cock roused a little. Liam said, “Gorgeous, soft flesh and an eager spirit like yours, that’s enough to get my motor running any time.” And he raised his glass to her.

    Declan leaned forward to chink his glass, too. “To Courtenay,” he said, “the sweetest, tightest pussy, and the loveliest ass in the USA.”

    Courtenay clinked with them and snickered.

    “And the most wonderful breasts,” Declan leaned in again. She smiled shyly. Declan tipped a little champagne onto her pointed nipple and sucked hungrily as he licked it off. Then he looked back at Liam and spilled a little more.

    Liam’s eyes shone as he climbed over to lick and suckle the champagne off her peachy flesh for himself. As he did and her back arched to push her breast farther into his lips, she jolted and let a little