Page 39 of Lethal

“Right around the time you both slid into her. I’m glad we didn’t miss the show,” Vander tells him.

Cole grunts, and I have to wonder whether Jasper saw them or not. I don’t have the chance to question it though, since Grayson approaches, holding his arms out for me.

“Come here, sexy. I need to hold you.” I almost feel guilty for wanting to deny him, but I know it means Jasper will have to slip free, and he’s twitching back to life. Grayson fixes me in place with a stern expression. “Remington. I gave you an order.”

A shiver runs through me. He didn’t say it like an order, but when he uses that voice on me, I don’t have the will to ignore him. He takes me in his arms and turns to pin me against the work table. My feet touch the ground, but most of my weight is held up by his arm around my back.

His hand presses against my chest, over my heart, before moving toward my neck. His touch is soft, yet strong, giving me a sense of comfort as his fingers and thumb slide along either side, but they don’t stop there. He continues until he’s gripping my chin, tilting my head the exact way he wants it.

The silkiness of his lips brush against mine in a teasing pass before he peppers them with kisses, then flicks his tongue before leaving gentle nips. His clothes are rough against my skin, my nipples dragging across the fabric as he draws me even closer. When I can’t stand it a moment longer, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine, demanding my submission while taking everything he wants without a care of whether I want it or not.

Grayson’s actions light a fire in me that can only be doused in one way.

We don’t get the chance, though. The captive ruins everything with a loud groan. It makes me want to skip all the fun parts and kill him right away so I can get back to enjoying Grayson’s commanding side.

He sighs, adding space between us and easing me onto my feet. “You’re mine later.”

A flutter of excitement flows through me, something only Grayson could inspire. How this man makes me experience things I never would’ve otherwise is beyond me.

Jasper moves to stand next to us, one hand shifting to my lower back, while the other holds my clothes. “Time to learn the art of electrical torture, Little Bird,” he growls in my ear, handing me the items. It’s a little difficult to get excited about torture when it comes at the expense of orgasms, but I do my best to gather some enthusiasm. At least the smile I give him is genuine as he turns to walk away laughing.

I’m exhausted, and yet a strange sense of energy thrums through me. I think being stretched past capacity by two dicks in my cunt is tantalizing. Definitely on my list of things I’d do again.

Grayson reaches out to take my clothes from me. He holds open my shorts to help me step into them. “Panties,” I demand.

He lets out a snicker. “Do you really want these ripped up things?” His hand dips into his pocket, tugging them free. “Plus, I like the idea of you not wearing them. Thinking about your cunt rubbing against your shorts is turning me on.” He uses the same hand holding my underwear to adjust himself over his pants.

Blowing out a huff, I roll my eyes and reach to snap the stringed item away from him. He’s too quick, slipping them into his pocket once more. The man is lucky I find him so attractive.

“What were you guys up to?” I ask him, snapping my shorts from his grip instead.

“Dropped off the airboat and came back with the SUV since this area is only on the edge of swampville.” His fingertips graze across my lower stomach, the touch making my muscles jump underneath. He isn’t even phased by the scar there, as if he can’t see the glaring line. “We also brought back some more supplies in case we have to stay the night again. This place doesn’t offer much in the way of amenities, does it?”

A grunt pushes its way past my lips. That’s an understatement. “How’s your leg? Any heat around the wound?”

His hands rest on my hips after tugging my shirt all the way down. “It’s doing well, although the stitches look a bit gnarly. Pretty sure it’ll scar.”

“It won’t be as pretty as the scar my bullet wound will leave behind,” Cole coos, overhearing us. “She marked me with her love.”

Today must be the day for perpetual eye rolls because I find myself doing it again. Cole can’t stop bragging about me shooting him. I swear he sees it as a badge of pride. “It’s not a competition.”

My exasperation doesn’t phase him in the least. “Only because I’ve already won. There’s no topping what you did.” Sweet lord, the man is insane.

“Don’t you have some computers to drag information out of?” I ask as a way of distracting him from the dick measuring contest he’s the only one participating in.

Cole stretches, his arms raised over his head, lifting his shirt and drawing my eyes to the sliver of muscles on display. I need a cold shower… For multiple reasons.

“I do, actually. That last torture session wiped me out, but your cum coating my cock seemed to work better than caffeine.” Seems I’m not the only one who it had that effect on. “You’re perfection, Raven. My life means nothing without you.” He presses a kiss against my lips and strides across the room to the other side, where his computers are set up.

“He’s right, you know,” Grayson murmurs, snaking his arms around me. “We’re all lucky to have you.” He squeezes me in a hug, but the emotions behind it press in on my heart even stronger. Damn it, I care too damn much for my men.

“You should get some rest. Let your leg have time to heal.” I smooth my hand over his cheek, the stubble scratching at my palm. It’s so odd seeing my men with facial hair when they mostly keep it shaved clean.

His smile presses against me. “Love you too, babe.” Bastard, reading what he wants from my words.

Jasper tugs at my arm before I’m able to give any other response, which is probably for the best. I’m not sure what I would’ve said. “Little Bird. Do you want to have fun with me?”

“Of course I do. That’s a dumb question.” My body meets his, and another wave of lust rushes through me. To be faced with two opposing options, both equally desirable. Torture and depravity versus orgasms and pleasure. Can’t a girl get them all at once? Have her cake and eat it too?

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