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She followed his order, staring into his eyes. At the same time, Cannon pushed forward into her. Unlike yesterday, she felt the muscle give around him today. Every inch of him seemed enormous, way too big, yet so good as he impaled her. Little buy little. So slow. Until he filled her fully.
She could get addicted to this fast.
“I’m in,” Cannon panted, stilling inside her. He grasped her waist, holding her in place while her muscles pulsed around him, squeezing him. She couldn’t help it. God, she needed him to move, to fuck her.
“You ready?” Hawk asked, cutting into her racing thoughts as his shaft sawed along her pussy.
“Y-yeah,” she stuttered.
“It’s gonna stretch like nothing you’ve ever felt. It’s gonna be so fucking tight,” he warned. As if that would change her mind.
“Almost too tight,” Cannon added through gritted teeth, silently telling her he was barely hanging on. She felt him vibrating like a racehorse just waiting to be let loose.
“Please… Oh, God, please! Now. Please!” she begged, shoving her forehead into Hawk’s chest. Her nails dug into his shoulders while he moved under her. His glans kissed her parted labia in the most carnal of greetings, reintroducing her to his cock and reminding her how big he was, too. An eternal moment later, he slowly pushed forward, edging into the clench of her pussy, made even tighter by Cannon lodged deep on the other side of a thin membrane.
“Oh fuck!” she cried, the pitch echoing through the room and possibly startling the horses in the stable. Her head thrashed as the two erections rubbed together as Hawk buried himself to his hilt. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t do anything but shake while trapped between her men, helplessly pinned like a naughty butterfly.
Then Cannon began thrusting, driving in and out of her while Hawk countered in an alternating rhythm, his heels dug into the mattress and his knees holding her wide. His arm banded tight around her to keep her in place. It was so much like being trapped and unable to do anything but take what they gave her. Even so, her body rubbed against Hawk’s with each move he made. Her tight nipples screamed from the stimulation. Her skin prickled, lightning seeming to simmer just beneath her skin.
Cries and grunts and moans colored the air, words impossible as the hedonistic moment overtook them. Bright colors flew before Devon’s eyes, her climax barreling toward her so fast, so strong, she wasn’t sure if she’d last another moment. Reaching beneath her, Cannon cupped her breast. His thumb abraded quickly over the beaded tip, over and over. That was all it took, and she was flying, soaring into nothingness, exploding into eternity. She was all light and pleasure, so happy and free in this place of perfection.
“Fuck! God. Damn!” Cannon swore behind her, anchoring her back into reality even as bliss still inundated her. His warmth flooded into her ass, and Hawk pounded harder up into her. Soon, he followed them both over the edge, cursing through his teeth much as Cannon had.
“I didn’t pass out,” she murmured long minutes later.
She sprawled bonelessly across Hawk’s heaving chest, panting from her release. His heart beat wildly beneath her cheek while Cannon blanketed them both, peppering kisses down her spine. Though he felt heavy against her back, still lodged deep in her along with Hawk, she was sure he kept most of his weight off them.
“Are you sure you were with us the whole time?” Hawk teased, his words broken while he tried to catch his breath. “There was a moment there when your eyes rolled back and you went a little limp—well, everywhere but here.” Rolling his hips, he managed to thrust his still-hard shaft, and mini-spasms rolled through her, making her tremble. “You were milking the fuck out of my dick.”
“I don’t know,” Cannon rumbled, nipping at her shoulder blade. “Maybe, we’ll have to try harder.”
“Mmm…bring it on,” she hummed, burrowing deeper against Hawk.
Another round sounded just horrible…in the best kind of way.
Seventeen
“I need to call Hugh today,” Dev announced while she stared at her breakfast plate and pushed her scrambled eggs around the surface. With all the exertion last night, she should have worked up a huge appetite, but she couldn’t eat. Without the distraction of sex, she was back to worrying. The impending sense of doom that had plagued her for the last few weeks loomed before her, so real she could practically see the choking cloud of it coming at her.
She didn’t want to bring up the problem that still hung over her head. Her guys didn’t like the idea of her having anything to do with Hugh, especially after he’d mentioned taking her away from Daly. In fact, Hawk had muttered something yesterday about not trusting Hugh at all and that the man must suck at his job, since she was still in a mess after all this time.
She wasn’t sure that was the case. What could one man do against the mafia—or the Bratva, as the case might be.
Knowing their feelings, she’d hesitated to bring up making the phone call, staying silent about it while getting ready for the day and making breakfast together. Mentioning Hugh, and her issues that had followed her from Chicago, would shred the gauzy happiness wrapped around them since last night.
But reality was already poking through to torment her.
She didn’t want to face it. Fatigue weighed on her this morning, but in the very best way physically, but in the worst mentally.
Having both guys at the same time wasn’t the only time they’d had sex last night, though it had been the only double penetration. However, her cowboys seemed tireless. They’d tag-teamed her until she’d weakly laughed, pushing at their chests, and reminded them that there were two of them and only one of her.
After that, they’d cuddled her between them, and the three of them had drifted to sleep.
For a while…
In the wee hours of morning, Hawk had woken her and made love to her, one on one, showing her a dynamic she hadn’t considered. Sometimes, she might be with only one of them alone. Which made her consider that the guys might fuck without her, occasionally. They wouldn’t always come together as a threesome. Though, most of the time, they would.
After all of it, she ached pleasantly and was exhausted. The whole night had been intense, physically and emotionally. She loved them so much. Any lingering belief that she could leave had shattered. She couldn’t go alone—she didn’t want to go at all. She needed them, and somehow, without her realizing it, her soul had attached to them. She didn’t know if she could exist without them.
