Chapter 21

The next day, as Sheila moved around the store between customers, the silence was deafening. No quiet jingling. No soft panting breaths. No silken heated skin on her fingertips or between her lips.

However, memories of the previous night kept her entire core fluttering. And sent the world sliding sideways. Several times, as aftershocks buffeted her, her hands shook, clasping a clothes rack.

It had begun as soon as Donal burst through the front door. Those lasers had locked onto her from across the room. At the determination and hunger on his face, her chest had become a steely drum. One flooded with roaring flames.

Without breaking stride, he’d marched into the kitchen and flopped her forward over a counter. She’d barely had enough time to claw her nails into place before powerful fingers ripped off those cute pink panties. Even as they’d fluttered away to land on the tile, the beloved giant had taken her.

“Mmm, did he ever,” she murmured as more spasms forced her to grip another rack.

Once done driving her into the first screaming fit of the evening, he’d removed the pretty dress. In only her heels, clicking on the tile, she’d served both boys their dinner. With his warm seed trickling from her spasming insides, that had been a real trial. Plus, he and Edward had kept their wandering hands and hungry gazes on her as she struggled to eat. Fueled by everyone’s growing need, the tension had skyrocketed.

When the shop’s entrance bells jangled, she shook her head, returning to the present as more customers entered. However, even as she greeted them, her tongue swept around her mouth.

Edward, fists tight to her bobbing head, had provided her salty dessert.

Then the long, sweaty, noisy night had truly begun.

From, “Mmm, that’s so tight, mommy,” as Donal had pierced her pussy from behind in the center of the bed while Edward’s cock slid between her waiting lips. To the last event, just as the sun had risen. Though exhaustion had her head drooping, wave after thundering wave had shattered her while once again taking Edward’s pole deep into her throat and bouncing atop Donal’s solid pelvis.

Madness. Pure, utter, profound, lust-fueled insanity. Still floating in a fluffy cloud-lined haze, she could only moan when both planted soft kisses before letting her dress for work. Angels—satiated ones—they’d made their own breakfasts and even started the coffee before leaving for the school bus.

“Bless their sweet little hearts,” she murmured after the customers departed. Another tremor had her clenching the front countertop. “Mmm, fuck. Good mommy is so damn sore.”

Her mind drifted to El. The slinky minx had said not to worry. The treatment was routine. A nurse would arrive. A kindly older woman. Once in the padded chair, an IV was attached. At El’s request, after leaving a hand-held buzzer with her, the nurse went downstairs, letting her drift to her happy place.

All in all, the session should last only a few hours.

After a scan of the empty shop, she chuckled as an idea popped into her head. Then bit into her lower lip while glancing at the clock. She wouldn’t have much time. Once she’d dashed to the rear of the store, she snatched her phone. As it rang, her pulse sped ever quicker.

“Hello, uh, mistress.”

At El’s voice, a smile spread on her face. Her heart stammered. Again, she scanned the shop while walking towards the counter.