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  Sinfully Ever After

  Copyright © 2019 Isabel Lucero

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Part One

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Part Two

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Part Three

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  A Note From Isabel

  Books By Isabel Lucero

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  To you, the readers and fans of The Escort Series. You’ve been asking for more for years, and here it is. I hope you enjoy!

  MARC

  “Harder. Do it harder.”

  I grunt and wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead. “If I do it any harder, I’m going to bend it.”

  Lincoln makes a noise in the back of his throat. “It’s not gonna bend.”

  “Will you shut up and let me finish? Slow and steady will get the job done.”

  “We’re never gonna finish if you don’t do it harder.”

  “Where’s Nathalia? She may be better at this than you,” I retort.

  “You know she’s out of town. You’re stuck with me,” he says with a grin.

  “Give it to me.”

  “You finally ready?”

  “I think you’re trying to get me worked up,” I say on a huff.

  “I like when you’re all worked up.”

  “Yeah, I know. Now, give it to me.”

  Lincoln bends over and grabs the large, framed picture and hands it to me while I steady myself on the ladder. After a few tries, I get both nails to catch on the hooks at the back of the frame.

  “Is it straight?” I ask.

  Lincoln backs up a few steps and stares at the picture. “Yeah, I think it looks fine.”

  I climb down a few ladder rungs and make my way to where Linc is standing, and take a look for myself.

  “Good. Are we done now?”

  Lincoln laughs. “Yeah. For now.”

  Linc, Nathalia, and me all moved into our new house together about a month ago, and we’re still decorating. It took us a long time to find a house we all agreed on and for the deal to finally go through, but we’re all pleased with the outcome.

  Traveling between Nathalia’s hotel suite, my house, and Lincoln’s, was exhausting. We all lived too far from each other and knew we couldn’t keep it up.

  Our new home isn’t as close as we’d like it to be to The Cell Estate, which we all own together, but we couldn’t turn this one down. The Cell Estate is our very own fetish club, so to speak. We have member’s only nights, and a couple days out of the week we open it up to whoever wants to try it out.

  The estate sits on a large piece of land with a few buildings, each one with different options for our members. The main lounge consists of a large bar with tables and couches for people to mingle at. A dance floor sits further back for more of the club vibe. Upstairs holds bedrooms for people to use, a few of them having glass doors, used by people who enjoy being exhibitionists. And the voyeurs who like to watch get to do so from outside the room.

  My ex-boss has allowed some of her escorts to work at the club in case there are couples who are wanting to hire somebody to be their third for the night. Her friend, who runs a female escort company got involved, so we have both male and female escorts available to our customers.

  One of the other buildings is two stories as well, one floor being occupied as a male strip club, and the other a female strip club.

  We also have fetish rooms, which are Nathalia’s favorite. She likes to call them S&M rooms, but each one is a little different from the next. Some are more extreme with St. Andrew’s Crosses, whips, floggers, and gags. While others are filled with different costumes for role playing, and some with mini fridges that have whipped cream, chocolate, strawberries, and whatever else people like to eat off each other.

  “What else do we have to do?” I ask Lincoln as we walk into the kitchen.

  “Get the furniture set up outside on both the balcony and pool deck.”

  I wave my hand in the air. “That’s gonna have to wait until tomorrow. It’s already getting dark.”

  “You seem stressed,” Linc says, coming up behind me and rubbing my shoulders.

  “Probably because you were talking shit about my hammering abilities,” I answer in a playful tone.

  He lets out a deep chuckle. “Oh, come on, baby. You know I only have good things to say about your ability to nail things.”

  “Mmhhmm,” I moan as his hands start rubbing my neck.

  He turns me around, leaving me backed up against the island in the kitchen. His body presses up against mine as his hands rest on the table behind me, barricading me between his arms.

  “You wanna go for a swim?” he asks, leaning forward and kissing my neck. “It’ll relax you.”

  The scruff on his face scratches my skin before his tongue dances over the same spot.

  “Maybe we could do something else,” I suggest, pulling him even closer.

  “Nobody can see us in the pool.”

  “Let’s go.”

  We make our way outside, not bothering with changing into swim trunks, because we both know we’re going to end up naked. The French, glass doors open up to a spectacular view. Our home sits on an elevated lot, and depending on where you are, you have a view of The Strip in the distance, mountains and lakes, or a golf course. We have no neighbors
nearby, giving us the privacy we enjoy.

  Both of us strip down, our clothes making a trail from the door to the steps of the pool. I get into the crystal blue water first, leaving me enough time to watch as Lincoln descends the steps in all his naked glory.

  His body is taut with tanned muscle, the product of his five day a week workouts. He always says he’s getting old, so to him, working out is fighting off the aging process. He’s far from old at thirty-nine, and he definitely has a body that can rival that of a twenty-year-old fitness model.

  Linc submerges himself in the water, coming up and running a hand through his inky black strands of hair. His blue eyes hypnotize me as he comes closer.

  “Feel relaxed yet?” he asks.

  “No. You gonna help me out with that?”

  He smirks. “How can I help?”

  I reach my hand out under the water and stroke the length of him. “We can come up with something.”

  My dick starts to harden as I feel his do the same in my hand. I thank god for heated pools, because this would be difficult to do in cold water.

  “Mm,” he moans. “Sit on the steps.”

  I take a few strides and sit on the second step from the top, allowing my cock to stand tall above the water. Lincoln kneels on one of the lower steps between my legs, and takes my shaft in his hand. He strokes it three times before his tongue and lips take over.

  “Yeah,” I groan, dropping my head back.

  His mouth moves further down, taking me to the back of his throat. Fuck, this man drives me wild. Linc comes back up and licks the underside of my head with his tongue, knowing how much I love it. His hand continues to stroke me as his lips and tongue concentrate on the tip.

  “Linc, I want to be inside you.”

  He lets out a small growl before standing up and moving to the edge. We’re in the shallow end where the water only reaches our waists. Lincoln’s back faces me, his legs already spread apart. As soon as I reach him, my hand skims across the top of his muscled back before gliding down the center, finally landing on his firm ass.

  “Marc,” he says in a husky tone.

  I press myself onto his back and he tilts his head, allowing me to reach his neck with my mouth. I languidly lick a path on his neck before sinking my teeth into his flesh, eliciting a lustful groan from him.

  My hands continue to caress his ass, my fingers finally finding their place right where they need to be to prepare him for my size.

  “I can’t wait to be inside of you,” I whisper.

  His only response is a pleasure-filled moan. With one hand, I push down on his back, forcing him into a better position. Now, with his body bent over, I slide one finger into his tight opening. His grip tightens on the edge of the pool, and I lean closer, placing kisses on his body as I continue thrusting my finger into him.

  “More,” he demands.

  With the water acting as lubricant, I fit another finger inside and begin stretching him even more. Lincoln begins pushing back, fucking himself on my fingers.

  “Fuck, Linc,” I growl.

  “Give it to me, Marc. I’m a big boy. I don’t need much prep.”

  I can’t help but smirk at his cocky tone, but I do as he says and remove my fingers, taking my throbbing shaft in hand.

  “All right, big boy, I hope you’re ready.”

  Before he has a chance to respond, I thrust inside of him. I grunt as he lets out a deep roar. My hands find place on his waist, keeping him steady as I move in and out of him. The water splashes around us, as well as making a loud smacking sound with each thrust.

  “Goddammit. You feel so good,” he rumbles.

  “You feel even better. Your ass was made for my dick.”

  I move my hands to grab his shoulders and fuck him mercilessly, reveling in the lustful noises he’s making. Knowing I’m not going to last much longer, but also wanting to watch as he comes, I make him change positions.

  “Turn around. Wrap your legs around me.”

  As soon as I pull out, he’s turned around and leaning against the wall of the pool. I quickly step in between his legs, which wrap around my waist, and thrust myself deep inside of him.

  “Yes,” he exclaims, throwing his head back.

  With his hands bracing himself and keeping his back from being rubbed raw on the edge, I wrap one arm around him and continue to push deep into his tight ass. My free hand strokes his thick cock a few times before I feel my orgasm building.

  “Shit, Linc. I’m about to come.”

  And I do. I come deep inside him, yelling into the night sky as I do so.

  My hand moves to stroke him again, and after just a couple minutes, he cries out while ribbons of white shoot up, landing on my hand and in the water.

  “Jesus Christ,” he pants.

  “The pool wasn’t a bad idea,” I say with a grin as I begin to pull out of him.

  “I don’t know. I hurt my wrist and back a little,” he says with a chuckle.

  “So maybe we should’ve put the furniture out here already.”

  He laughs. “Yeah. We’ll know for next time.”

  “We could’ve done this in the house, ya know?”

  “I know. I just wanted to christen the pool.”

  We embrace each other, his strong arms wrapping around my back while my hands squeeze his ass cheeks.

  “This is self-cleaning, right? Because I don’t know how guests will feel about swimming in a pool that we have sex in.”

  He just grins and leans in to kiss me. I bite down gently on his bottom lip before letting him go.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you, too,” I say, covering his mouth with mine one more time.

  “You hungry?”

  “Very.”

  We exit the pool and grab our clothes before walking back into the house, leaving a trail of water behind us. Once we’ve dried off and put on some lounge clothes, we head into the kitchen and Lincoln begins making dinner.

  I won’t admit it too often, but he’s definitely the better cook between the two of us. Nathalia has us both beat, but when she’s gone, I prefer Lincoln’s food over my own.

  “So, March twenty-sixth is the bachelor/bachelorette party, right?” he asks, placing bell peppers, onions, and carrots on the counter in front of me.

  “Yeah, it’s supposed to be. It might end up just being a bachelorette party, because Troy’s trying his hardest to convince Jace to do a boys’ weekend trip to California.

  I take out a knife and start chopping the vegetables as he pulls out the wok and some beef.

  He laughs as he pours the oil in the wok. “A whole weekend, huh? How will the ladies feel about that?

  I shrug. “Don’t know. Jace isn’t even fully on board. We’ll see what happens.”

  “Hmm.”

  “You talk to Nathalia today?” I ask.

  “Just earlier this morning. After her marketing meeting at the hotel, her and her dad went out to spend some time together.”

  “Yeah, she sent me a text earlier. I’m glad she’s able to have some fun, too.”

  Nathalia has to take trips to California sometimes to handle business with her father who owns quite a few hotels both here and there. She’s not supposed to be back for another couple of days, because her and her dad decided to spend some quality time together since they don’t get much of it.

  Meeting her father was a little nerve-racking considering our unique situation. He had already known and gotten along well with Lincoln, and Nathalia told him about our relationship, but I’d be lying if I said that made me feel any more comfortable.

  Surprisingly, everything went well. All three of us met up with him at his lavish home where he had his chef prepare dinner, and then afterwards, the three of us men went into his study for cigars and brandy while Nathalia claimed to have a phone call to make. I think she just wanted us to spend time together.

  Olivier LaBelle is a good man. Confident, honest, a brilliant business man, but also a kind man.
He loves his daughter more than anything in the world, and supports her in all she does. He didn’t bring up our different kind of relationship, obviously having already been made privy to it. He just made sure he got to know the guy his daughter loved, like any father would.

  “Is Garrett still planning on making a trip out here?” Lincoln asks over his shoulder. “You can bring those vegetables over here, by the way.”

  I walk over to the stove with the bowl full of cut up veggies and drop them into the wok. “Yeah, he’s finally doing it. He’s been talking about it long enough. I think he’s terrified of the big city,” I say with a laugh.

  “He’s really never left Ashland?”

  “Nope.”

  “Well, if you’re gonna go anywhere on your first trip out of state, Las Vegas is the place to choose.”

  I chuckle. “He may be in over his head. We’re gonna have our hands full.”

  “I’m sure it’ll be all right,” he says with a grin. “He may never want to leave.”

  “That’s what my mom is afraid of. She said I better watch over him and make sure he doesn’t get into anything crazy.”

  “Like become an escort, or get into a relationship with a guy and a girl?” he asks, lifting an eyebrow, an amused look on his face.

  “Ha-ha,” I say dryly. “I don’t think Garrett would be into any of that.”

  “Grab some plates,” he says as he stirs up the food. “Garrett’s a good guy. I’m sure he’ll have a good time and have plenty of stories to tell his friends when he gets home.”

  “I don’t doubt that.”

  Me, Lincoln, and Nathalia took a trip to Ashland Oregon to meet my family about four months ago. I had already informed them that everything had worked out with the three of us, and they were happy to hear it. When I surprised them with a visit home in the middle of trying to figure out how all this would work with Lincoln and Nathalia, I know they were concerned with what the outcome may be, but my family has always been supportive. They’re happy as long as I’m happy, and they all loved Lincoln and Nathalia.

  My mom was so happy to have another lady in the house, and my dad loves anybody who enjoys a good scotch, can talk sports, politics, and business, and Lincoln is that guy. Nathalia fell in love with my mom and will talk to her on the phone from time to time without me ever hearing a word from my mom. She giggles like she’s on the phone with a friend, and it makes me so happy to know that she truly loves my family.