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I do, and it’s hot as hell. He hisses a little as I hold his cock in my mouth, no doubt too fucking sensitive to enjoy it… except that Dante has the same darkness inside him, and he’s pushing it down my throat anyway. Getting hard as steel all over again. Holding me in place and fucking my mouth as Maddoc fucks into me like a machine, pounding into me from behind with a punishing rhythm that has my body greedily craving even more.
“So fucking good,” Maddoc grits out, tilting my hips up to adjust the angle. “So soft and tight. Nothing else feels like fucking you, butterfly. You take my cock like a motherfucking dream. You’re full of my brother’s cum right now, but I’m gonna give you some of my own. Gonna mark you up.”
He slaps my ass, and I see the two of them exchange a look in the mirror.
Something passes between them. It’s not jealousy. They’re both possessive as hell, but it’s nothing like that at all. It’s like they’re feeding off each other’s energy. Deepening their own bond as they work together to make me truly theirs.
They’re perfectly in sync, tied together by the raw, rough, pounding sex and the emotions that simmer between all three of us. I lose track of time. I lose track of everything. And then, with no warning at all, I’m coming again, filled up at both ends and practically floating out of my body as it rolls over me in an unstoppable wave that has me seeing stars and shaking so hard that the only thing holding me up is my men.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dante shouts, pulling out of my mouth as he starts to come this time and stroking himself hard and fast, stripping his cock raw as he stripes my face with his cum.
Maddoc curses, low and dirty, slamming into me one final time. I can feel his warmth spreading inside me, fulfilling that promise he made to make sure I had his cum inside me too, and it’s so fucking hot that it sets me off again.
“You see what you fucking do to us, butterfly?” Maddoc grits out, slowly fucking me through the second wave of aftershocks. “You’re goddamn incredible.”
What I am is worn out, sated, and feeling better than I have any right to be now that they’ve fucked all my worries about the future and all the ugly memories of the recent past out of me.
For now, at least. I collapse onto the bed, firmly blocking thoughts of anythingbutnow from creeping back into my head. There will be plenty of time for that later, and no way to escape dealing with what’s coming when it does, but no way in hell am I going to let it steal this from me.
These big, rough, dangerous men just used me as hard as they promised they would… and now they’re showing me the more tender side of just how much they cherish me. They clean me up with a warm cloth and tuck me into the blankets, just as in sync as when they were both balls deep inside me. And when I grab their wrists and tug them down too, they prove all over again what they showed me today.
They’ll always be here when I need them.
These men really will do anything for me.
“Stay,” I murmur sleepily as they get in bed beside me, sandwiching me between them.
I nestle my ass against Dante’s crotch as Maddoc pulls me close and cradles my face, staring into my eyes like he’s willing them to stay open long enough to hear him. “Fucking always.”
And the sound of Dante echoing that rumbling promise is the music I fall asleep to.
13
LOGAN
My eyesopen with my alarm in the morning, my morning routine an ingrained part of my daily life that gives me a necessary sense of control. It takes me eight minutes to change into my workout clothes, handle what I need to in the bathroom, get down to the gym we’ve got set up in the basement, and prep the equipment I’m starting with today. I spend another two minutes stretching, then start my workout precisely at 4:10 a.m.
Most of the time, the physical exertion helps quiet my mind and focus my thoughts.
Today, the bruise I earn on my shin from the kettlebell I’m warming up with tells me I need to focus a little more.
I set it down, carefully lining it up with the seams in the industrial carpet we laid down here, and stare at my reflection in the mirror for a moment. I haven’t been able to get Riley out of my mind since she left my room after fellating me last night. Since she begged me for pain and gave me her trust in return.
My cock starts to harden, pushing against the thin fabric of my gym shorts.
I ignore it and turn away from the mirror to load up the bar I’ll be using for squats.
Arousal has no place here. I have a specific set of muscle groups to work through, and limited time to do them in if I’m going to stay on track with my priorities today.
Staying on track isn’t usually a problem for me, but ever since Riley came into our lives, things have been… changing. And as I clean the bar up to my shoulders and start working through my first set of squats, I realize that I’m not sure which unsettles me most—how much she’s disrupted things and forced me to deviate from my comfort zone, time after time, or the fact that all of the changes she’s brought aboutdon’tbother me more.
I like having her on my mind.
I like having my hands on her and my cock inside her.
Most of all, I like seeing my own demons reflected back, and even welcomed, when I look in her eyes.
Having feelings for a woman, any woman, after my mother showed me how evil they can be, isn’t something I thought I was capable of, but I was wrong. I would have torn the world apart to get Riley back when McKenna had her, and now that we’ve got her again, I’ll use every skill I possess to maim and dismember any man who hurts her again.
