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Chapter 6
Electricity buzzed through his mind at Gabriel’s suggestion. Instead of lunging forward, however, Brad froze. Three excruciatingly long years of waiting culminating in one single moment of absolute generosity. He didn’t know how to react.
“It’s okay.” Sachi’s voice hummed with possibility. Her green eyes softened, the pupils so swollen as to engulf the color. Gabriel continued to massage her breasts, and her pulse beat rapidly beneath Brad’s fingertips. She curled her hands into his, her nails biting into his palms. “We’re in this together.”
For a split-second, Brad glanced at Gabriel. The man had all but told him he didn’t trust him earlier, and yet here he was, offering him this gift? They were both offering him a gift. Grateful beyond words, he closed the distance and covered her mouth with his. Despite her tremendous strength and skill, Sachi was still smaller than him—her athletic frame powerful and sturdy, yet she seemed infinitely fragile.
Unlike the kiss on the side of the road, no violence hummed through him. She opened to him, her tongue seeking entrance to his mouth. He wasn’t sure who was dominating who at the moment, and frankly, he didn’t give a fuck. Between him and Gabriel, they dwarfed her, and yet her tongue coaxed his, twining and stroking, licking and tasting.
The rasp of fabric told him Gabriel continued to caress and tease her, but Brad wanted her naked. He wanted to admire, kiss, and stroke every inch of her beautiful body. Needed to recommit himself, learn what changes time had wrought, and remind himself how lovely she was. Breaking the kiss, he lifted her hands until her arms stretched over her head.
Behind her, Gabriel grinned and abandoned her breasts. He stroked his hands along her sides and then up her arms. Only when his hands touched Brad’s did he nod. Capturing her arms for him, Gabriel murmured. “We’re going to go slow.” Whether to Sachi or to him, Brad didn’t care. He listened to the other man. Once upon a time, he’d have gutted another for telling him what to do where Sachi was concerned—but Gabriel had been right about a lot.
Their girl had changed, and she needed them both. Brad needed her, and by extension, Gabriel. “Slow is fine,” he agreed with him, skimming his hands down to her waist and tugging her shirt upward.
Faint scars marred her soft skin, a crisscross here, a knife slice there. She treated them all, fading them with lotions and creams. He remembered the hours she would spend on it when not training. No distinguishing marks save for the tattoo on her ass and the one on the bottom of her right foot.
He’d get to both. Tugging her shirt upward, Gabriel caught the hem and used it to bind her wrists. Stealing a glance at her face, Brad wanted to drown in her desire-laden eyes.
“I think,” Gabriel teased, his tone low and amused, “she doesn’t mind being bound with careful hands.”
Sachi groaned, arching her hips, then settling against Gabriel’s lap. She ground her ass against his erection and drained the humor from his expression. “I think she’s aching at the moment, and you two are torturing me.”
Canting his head, Brad absorbed the byplay. With his teeth, Gabriel grazed the skin along her arm, and goosebumps raced across her flesh. Fascinated, Brad followed the path of them to her breasts, where her nipples had tautened to twin points. She’d never had large breasts, but her gentle curves were a mouthwatering addition to her perfect shape. Solid, shapely hips swelling around a flat, ripped abdominal. No, his girl wasn’t soft.
He traced a finger around her belly button, then followed the faint line of the scar across her right abdomen. Dipping his head, he repeated the gesture with his tongue on his way to her breasts. With a reverence belying the hunger gnawing him alive to strip her pants down and sink into her, he laved one nipple, then the other. Alternating tiny nips with slow sucks, he sought to retrace what she enjoyed, what made her squirm and the moment he heard her breath catch.
Glancing up, he found Gabriel had turned her head and kissed her. The motion of the other man’s mouth on hers as he seemed intent on devouring every little soft sound she made went straight to his cock. He hadn’t lied to them when he said he enjoyed watching. That Sachi knew he was here, that he could flick her nipples and suck on them as she squirmed and her thighs widened—that he could almost taste the scent of her arousal—had him hard as a stone.
Whether Gabriel intended to let him sink his cock in her pussy or her mouth or maybe her ass—God, he’d always loved her ass—Brad rubbed his cheeks between her breasts before catching a nipple again. The hard clamp of his lips drew on the distended tip, and her hips arched. He sucked until he felt the tip engorge more fully, the blood flooding to fill the space and heightening her sensitivity.
Exploring her sides with his fingers, he changed caresses; he didn’t want her getting too used to any one touch. At the top of her jeans, he loosened the fastening, and with reluctance, abandoned her breast to meet their twin gazes staring at him. The firelight left their faces ruddy and flushed with desire.
Sliding a finger beneath the band of her jeans, he teased along low enough to find the hem of her panties. “Thank you,” he said, surprised at how rough his voice was.
“I’ve missed you.” The hoarse whisper filled him with the need to hold her. “So much.”
“I love you, baby. I swear to you, I will never leave you again.” Even if they never allowed him into her—their—bed again. He wouldn’t go. He would be the Ghost who followed her, protected her, and kept them safe. It would be enough to know she was happy.
Gabriel tugged her shirt free and tossed it to the side. Tapping Brad’s hand, Gabriel motioned for him to move, and then he finished undoing her jeans, and Sachi braced herself to lift her hips. Taking his cue from the other man, Brad took the hem of her jeans as Gabriel pushed down the waist. They stripped the denim away, then she was splayed in front of him, her thighs braced open by Gabriel’s hands.
They really made a lovely picture, her dark against Gabriel’s more golden looks. Night and day, chocolate and sugar, and lust nearly choked him. How fucking weird was it that Gabriel belonged exactly where he was—in the middle of their reunion. He’d thought him an interloper, a thief…yet he was neither.
“Beautiful,” Brad whispered, more aroused by the image they created. He slanted his mouth across hers and coaxed her into a kiss. Sachi’s arms came around him, and her fingers threaded through his hair. Her breasts smashed against his chest, and he groaned at the wonderful, warm weight of her.
Behind her, Gabriel continued to caress her, his hands moving down to her ass, and Brad surrendered it to him as he lifted Sachi toward him. She went to her knees. At the tug of her hands to his shirt, he realized she wanted his clothes off, so he sucked on her tongue and let her do whatever the hell she wanted.
Damn near blind with the need to touch her, he slipped his hand down to the juncture of her thighs and drew one finger along the seam of her labia. Dampness welcomed him, and he groaned. She was soaking wet. Gathering some of the moisture, he stroked over her swollen clit. Her muscles stiffened at the electric touch, and he released her mouth so he could watch the pleasure play out over her face.
The bud seemed to swell under each pass of his finger. He ached to plunge a finger into her pussy, but the next thing going inside of her would not be his hand. Her impatient tugs had his shirt open, and he shed it with a wince as the stitches pulled on his shoulder.
“Careful,” Gabriel said. Leaning past her and with a light hand, he braced Brad’s shoulder. “Let’s not open that up again.”
His breathing turning shallow, Brad nodded. The last thing he gave a fuck about was his injury, not when a naked Sachi rode his hand. He’d forgotten how silent she was when he pleasured her. Getting her to scream took a great deal of effort, but then so did fucking her. Keeping her focused only on the pleasure, Gabriel nodded, then ran his hands down her back.
“As much as I’m dying to fuck her right now,” Gabriel admitted, the tight note in his voice giving an air of truth to every word. “You first.”
The permission freed him from supplicant to partner. Catching Sachi’s chin, he tugged her gaze up to meet his. “When was the last time you had someone in your ass?”
