Page 82 of Mile High Heist

I didn’t hear him approach. But suddenly, I felt him standing over me, his shadow blocking out the dim overhead lights. I slammed my eyes shut, unwilling to look at him.

A girl could only handle so much.

Jax was breathing hard. His cock wept on my tongue.

When Madoc didn’t say anything else, didn’t move or touch, Jax bristled with anger. “Come on,” he snapped. He was starting to shake.

Giving Madoc control of his orgasm was automatic, like there was never any question. I didn’t move. Jax didn’t push.

The moment lingered, sharp, electric.

Cold fingers curled under my jaw.

My eyes snapped open in shock. That was a mistake. If Jax was overwhelming, Madoc was devastating. His green eyes were piercing in their awareness as he looked down at me. Like he was finally present.

Finally here.

His face was cold as always, emotionless, except for the tick in his jaw. He was holding back something.

Madoc claimed he wanted nothing. For the first time, I saw just how much he wanted everything.

I knew I was broadcasting my awe because Madoc’s eyes flashed dangerously. His fingers prodded at my jaw, feeling where I held Jax on the edge of oblivion. When he reached my throat, my pulse leaped beneath his fingertips.

I gasped, and Jax trembled, on the razor edge.

Madoc’s fingers were cold and bruising, but his voice was even worse. “Do not swallow.”

And then he guided my mouth forward, down Jax’s cock, until he hit the back of my throat. He was so thick that I tried to swallow on reflex, my eyes stinging. Madoc’s fingers pressed against my throat, like he was tracing Jax, touching him…

Oh my god…

That was Jax’s final straw. His body clenched up.

He exploded in my mouth with a deep, pained groan. His abs rippled, his thighs locked. There was so much of it that I choked.

Madoc’s cold command rang in my head.

I’d barely caught my breath when suddenly Jax wrenched on my hair, pulling out. His chest heaved, sweat glistening in the muscular valleys of his torso. His eyes were dark and wide, like he couldn’t believe what had just happened. His cock gave a last, valiant twitch against his stomach.

Then Madoc curled his fingers under my chin, drawing my face up. Whatever he saw made his mouth curl into a slow, deadly smile. “Good girl,” he purred.

I was seconds from swallowing, just to spite him, when Madoc abruptly leaned down and plunged his tongue into my mouth.

My body locked in shock, and I felt more than saw Jax’s equally shocked reaction.

Madoc was kissing me?

Except, no. You couldn’t call it a kiss.

He didn’t move his lips, didn’t coax my own to follow any sort of rhythm. His tongue drilled into my mouth, searching, tasting. He found Jax and devoured him, and then, just as suddenly, it was over.

Madoc stepped back, his face blank. I panted up at him like a dumbstruck idiot.

Oh. My. God.

Jax made a choking sound. “Holy fuck.”

Madoc slanted him a look. Something flashed in his eyes, a shard of emotion that was difficult to interpret with my shock-addled brain. Jax stared back at him, looking almost pained.