Page 44 of Cross To Bear

“Tell me you’ve got some of that sweetness for me.”

I didn’t have to choose, his hand joining Bjorn’s, the other bear shifter holding me on the spot as Crash moved in. His brows creased slightly as he came closer, as if confused by what was happening. But as soon as his lips brushed mine, he worked it out. We worked it out, the kiss becoming hard, demanding, open mouthed until we were forced to pull away.

“Now’s the time to see if sharing agrees with you.” Razor reached over, tilting my head his way, his thumb pressing into my now swollen bottom lip. “I think it will real well.” But as I leaned closer, he didn’t kiss me but nodded to Hawk. “C’mon, mate, you’ve been waiting for this for too fucking long…”

Whatever Razor had to say, it was blotted out as Hawk pushed the others aside, both hands cupping my cheeks.

“Maddie…” I liked the strangled sound the big bear shifter made. It had me feeling powerful, desired. “Maddie, I…”

He couldn’t finish that sentence, not when I smoothed my hands across Hawk’s chest, finally feeling that broad sweep for myself. Then I pushed my fingers into his hair before tugging him down. Just a hopeless little sob of a breath, then he took over, hands going to my hips, yanking me forward so my thighs parted around him, just like they had Crash, but I wasn’t riding a bike this time. Something big and powerful, one tilt of his hips had me groaning. So Hawk did it again and again, the slow roll of his hips pushing a hard lump right against the spot I needed it as he ate my mouth alive.

Hawk kissed savagely, like he wanted to bite off big chunks of me and swallow me whole. I found it hard to keep up, his lips moving, moving, gorging upon me, wanting more. He ground hard into me the minute my tongue flicked out, his doing the same seconds later, tangling up with mine. But all that intensity, I could only take so much of it, forced to pull away, and that’s when I looked up muzzily at Razor.

“My turn now?” His grin had a mocking edge to it, though only a little. “Well, I want something special when I kiss you.”

“Anyone who’s willing to kiss your stupid face is pretty special,” Crash grumbled.

Razor shoved his hand in the other man’s face, then wiggled a finger at me. To come closer, I realised, and I nearly jumped down off the desk, but he shook his head sharply and that’s when I remembered the scenario he’d described.

Me, on the desk, naked, on my hands and knees, presented to the lot of them like a prized animal, the complete disregard for who I was as a person somehow hot right now. I couldn’t deal with being made love to. My heart hurt too much. It’d taken enough of a battering that it didn’t want anymore, but this…? Plenty of guys I would’ve told to fuck off if they’d suggested this. Not Razor. That remembered pleasure from the other night had me moving deliberately, elegantly, slowly as a cat. On my hands and knees, I moved across the desk, only to meet his hand.

“What a good girl…” He rubbed his thumb along my bottom lip as a flush of pleasure went through me. My blood was high, and leftover adrenalin had me doing things I shouldn’t. “Suck.” My lips closed around his finger, sucking it in long swallows, remembering what he’d done with his hands last time. “You might like this, I think, your mouth full with me as they do their level best not to eat you alive.”

He pulled his glistening thumb free.

“What do you think, Maddie? You want to let them strip you down, display you naked on our desk as they take turns licking your pussy.” He grinned slowly. “And as they’re fighting over the opportunity to suck the juices from a pretty little peach”—his hand went to his zipper, pulling it down but not removing one bit more of his clothing as he eased his cock out—“I’ll keep you real fucking quiet, making sure your mouth is full.”

He was hard, aching and I knew why, because a twin fire throbbed between my legs too.

“Well?” Razor was all arrogance, all teasing desire, as if he knew the knife of lust cut both ways. “I need your words, Maddie, just for now and then you don’t need to say anything at all.”

What the hell was I going to say? There was only one option.

“Yes,” I said, right as his hands cradled my head and he surged forward.

Chapter 27

Hawk

“You want to let them strip you down, display you naked on our desk as they take turns licking your pussy. And as they’re fighting over the opportunity to suck the juices from a pretty little peach.”

Part of me wanted to punch Razor for suggesting something that turned Maddie from our girl into a piece of meat for our perusal.

And the other half wanted to hear Maddie say yes more than anything else in the world. So when she did, my thoughts were shoved to one side and my instincts took over. My hands, their hands, landed on her body, sliding down her back, across her arse and down her legs to tug off her boots. I pulled off one, then another, stopping when I saw two pretty little feet appear.

“Pretty enough to eat, right?” Crash said, right before he bent over and undid her belt and pulled her jeans down over her arse, revealing a pair of lacy black panties. “Fuck… though if I had a choice, it’d be this first.”

He traced the swell of her bottom with almost reverence, as Bjorn shoved her shirt up and over her head, forcing her to lift each hand off the desk, right before her mouth opened. I didn’t know where the fuck to look, because there was too fucking much tugging at my attention. Crash’s knuckle grazing the gusset of her panties, murmuring how hot it was that she’d drenched them through. Bjorn easing her bra off, then sinking his hands into the swaying mounds of her breasts. And Razor trying real fucking hard to keep his cool, even though I noted the tic of the muscle in his jaw. It’d been way too long for him since a woman touched his cock for any reason.

It’d been even longer for me.

It was her moan of pleasure though, muffled by Razor as his hips stabbed forward, his hands making sure she couldn’t get away, even as she tried to take him deeper. That was the signal I needed. That this wasn’t happening to Maddie, but with her.

“Whaddya think, Hawkie?” Crash asked, pulling her underwear aside and revealing something so much better than what was displayed on the walls of the staff toilets. They were just anonymous pussies on girls whose expressions of ecstasy didn’t reach their eyes, but this… I stepped closer, unable to stay away, even as his thumb brushed through her slick folds. “Good enough to eat?”

I knew the mechanics of what I needed to do, and any feeling of self-consciousness was shoved aside by her scent. Heavy, rich and floral in scent and taste, it only got more intense as I got closer. My mouth was watering as I dropped down before her.

“Know what you’re doing?” Crash asked me with an arch of his eyebrow.

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