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“Fuck…Zak,” I pant, unable to form words or stop my orgasm as it crashes over me. I expect to see anger in Maddox’s eyes, but instead, there’s nothing but pure, unadulterated hunger, and it only makes me come even harder, screaming out Zak’s name as he erupts inside me.
My head drops onto my arm, which is still gripped around Zak’s neck. “Zak—”
“I know, Rox. It’s okay,” he whispers breathlessly.
At first, I think he’s talking about the sex—the hot fucking sex—we just had, but then I hear a deep growl from behind as Zak chuckles. His hands reach up and clamp around my face, lifting my head to look at him.
I keep my eyes closed afraid to open them, afraid of what I’ll see. Lips ghost across mine before his hands fall away, and I feel the loss of him as he moves away, only to be replaced by the heat and hands of another a second later.
“Tinks.” Maddox’s nickname for me rumbles up his throat in a deep growl, and I flinch as he swipes a thumb over my bottom lip. “Open your fucking eyes.”
The order has the desired effect, and my eyes snap open, glaring at him scornfully. He smiles, and it’s full of accomplishment. “You proud of your-fucking-selves, huh? You want me to leave you alone so you can compare notes and brag about who gave me the best orgasm? Well—” His lips meet mine, cutting me off, and I stiffen in his arms.
My mind scrambles to make sense of what just happened. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t help the jolt of pleasure zipping through me as his tongue demands entry.
When he breaks the kiss a moment later, I feel wrung out. I feel exhausted. I feel like I’m swimming against the tide and carrying the weight of two men on my back who are slowly drowning me.
“Watching you just now has me hard as fucking stone. But next time, they’ll be no watching, Tinks. Next time, you’re going to ride my cock while Zak fucks your dirty little mouth, and you’ll come so hard, you’ll see fucking stars. You understand?”
I nod, shocking the shit out myself when his words finally make it to my brain and register what I agreed to. I see Zak out the corner of my eye, back against the wall, his head is dipped down, but I see the smirk creasing one side of his face. Everything about his body language tells me what Maddox just suggested turns him on, as evidenced by the bulge in his trousers despite just being buried inside me.
Maddox kisses my forehead before turning and walking away, leaving the two of us alone again.
“Uh, I…er.” I shake my head to clear the fog and try again to make my mouth work. “I need to use the bathroom.” The words come out clear, but they’re monotone and emotionless.
I slide from the desk and attempt to straighten my clothes, but there’s really no point. My bra and shirt are beyond saving, and when I get my trousers on, sans underwear, I can’t do them up.
A shadow falls over me as I attempt to make some sort of makeshift top with what’s left of my shirt.
“Here, put this on.” Zak holds a t-shirt out to me. I take it without looking at him and quickly throw it over my head, eager to cover myself.
I pull it down, stopping mid-thigh. The scent that envelops me, tells me it’s Maddox’s, and I resist the urge to bring it to my nose and inhale it. There is something seriously wrong with me. I just had sex with Zak while Maddox, his brother and the man I fucked the other night, watched.
A finger beneath my chin, lifts my head.
“Don’t over think it, Rox. This is right. You are right. I know there are a lot of things we need to talk about, things you need to know, and you’ll get the answers. For now, let your body and heart do the talking.” He drops a sweet and delicate kiss on my lips before taking my hand and leading me to a toilet down the hall.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Zak
Ileave Rox to clean up, telling her to wait for me in the office when she’s done. I should be grinning like the damn Cheshire cat right now, but my gut churns with worry. Things are happening fast and not exactly to plan. Maddox and I knew the gun would be an issue, but we were hoping to have a little more time first. She doesn’t trust us, and that’s a huge fucking problem.
Her lack of trust isn’t without cause, and this shit with the gun isn’t going to make gaining it back any fucking easier. How do you convince the person who trusted you exclusively for four years to trust you again after you promised to always be there, then walked away at the worst time in their life? And Roxy isn’t your average person. She can hold a grudge better than anyone.
When I push through the bar door, Maddox is deep in conversation with Ripley. Making my way over, Ripley places a shot of my favourite whiskey on the counter before walking down the bar.
“Where is she?” he asks, taking a sip of his own drink.
“In the toilet out back. I told her to wait for me in the office, but I doubt she will. She’s spooked, Mad, and not only about what just went down.”
“What do you mean?”
I sigh. “I found her at Tower Bridge.” His head snaps in my direction, a concerned frown pulling at his brows. “She was just looking out over the water this time, but for her to go there… She asked about the gun,” I tell him.
“Why the fuck would she ask…” His words trail off as he figures it out. “Noah.” I nod. “What did you tell her?”
“Nothing. We kind of got distracted. But you know she’s going to want answers soon. We need to tell her before someone else does. And if Noah is already digging around, then it means they have it.”
