Page 50 of Peacemaker

And they were happy to oblige.

I squirmed, whimpering, as another orgasm built, and I barely had time to recover from the first one before the second one washed over me. Clayton rammed himself into me, against me, filling me up.

I scraped Shane’s cock with my teeth and he groaned, holding my head as I sucked him, whispering words I couldn’t hear as he matched Clayton’s thrusts with his own.

Clayton pressed his thumb against my clit and sent me over the edge once again, then Shane muttered, “Fuck,” in a low, hot whisper, and spasmed inside my mouth, and he came, shooting hot, creamy ecstasy down my throat.

He pulled out with a groan and I flicked my tongue at the sticky head of him as he went, and still, Clayton thrust into me.

Shuddering, Shane stretched out beside me and slid his arm beneath my shoulders, cupping my breast as Clayton, his teeth clenched, his stare not leaving mine, shoved my knees to my chest and then, when he had all my attention, every single bit of it, he brought me again. He came with me, groaning, his fingers biting into my thighs, his gorgeous, scarred body covered with goosebumps.

My body stiffened as my orgasm pounded at the walls of my mind like a battering ram, and for an instant, an overwhelming instant, I drowned in that tidal wave of feeling, and there was nothing else. I fell into it, my eyes screwed shut, my body shaking with the fierceness of Clayton’s release, of my release. I felt his orgasm like it was mine.

Because he was mine.

He was part of me.

And when the hugeness of it finally began to recede, Clayton’s weight rested half on top of me, his lips buried at the side of my throat, his arm flung around my waist.

On my other side, Shane lay like the dead, heavy and still, his fingers covering my breast, his lips warm on my shoulder.

I continued to throb. I pressed my thighs against it, sore, wonderfully sore, and I was sure I’d carry that ache with me for the rest of the day.

I hoped I would. I’d need the sweetness, the comfort, the realization that sometimes things were perfect when darkness came and everything went to hell.