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My eyes zero in on her lips as she bites them before turning her head to look back the way she came. I think I’ve pushed her too far, but all she does is put her hand on the door and close it before joining Miller on the floor at my feet.

I want to roar and bang my fists on my chest as I pull out of his mouth and offer it to her. She doesn’t fuck around. She wraps her hand around it, feeling so different from Miller’s calloused palm. Hers are soft, smooth, and small, but her grip is perfect. I feel my knees shake as she strokes my length before wrapping her lips around the head. Her mouth is as hot and wet as Miller’s, but her lips are red and a little fuller than his. They feel incredible, and I give myself a sharp pinch to my thigh, the bite of pain making my impending orgasm slide away again. Fuck, that was close. Seeing the two of them side by side in front of me is a freaking dream come true. I watch as Mac slides my cock out of her mouth and turns her head so she can run her lips down one side, her eyes daring Miller to do the same on the other. Always up for a challenge, his eyes blaze with heat as he leans in. She is exactly what he needs—someone to challenge him, to goad him into action instead of that fucking apathy that always surrounds him. I know he loves me, but I want him to love life as much as I do. I’m hoping Mac will be the ember that sparks his fire.

I moan loudly as the two of them lavish my dick with attention, their mouths meeting at the end of my cock. They tentatively kiss one another before I thrust between their lips again. Fuck, it feels incredible, and my orgasm quickly barrels toward me again. This time, I’m not holding it back.

“Did you swallow my boyfriend’s cum, Mac?” I ask, and she pulls away and shakes her head, looking up at me.

“No, he painted my skin with it,” she whispers huskily, and I feel my eyebrows jump as I look at my boyfriend who is still working my cock with his mouth.

“You marked her?” I ask, sounding surprised, and when his eyes meet mine, I smile. I can see the truth in his gaze, and the realization that he can’t fight it anymore.

“Such a good boy,” I praise him, and I see him shudder. Mac’s eyes widen, and a shiver runs down her spine. I reach out and stroke her head.

“Don’t you think he’s a good boy, Mac? I’m going to come in his mouth, and he’s not going to swallow it,” I say. Miller stays still and lets me fuck his mouth hard. Mac’s hand strokes my thigh and fondles my balls before slipping between my ass cheeks. She slides her finger into my asshole, pressing hard against my prostate. I can’t hold back any longer, and I groan loudly, the sounds echoing over Miller’s quiet pants as I fill his mouth with my cum. When I finish, I pull back, and Mac’s finger slips from my ass.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I stare down at her, and she smirks at me. I love her defiance, and I can’t wait to play with her. “Be a good girl and kiss Miller for me now,” I order her, and her smirk drops, and she looks at my boyfriend who still has my cum in his mouth. She hesitates, but he grabs her head and yanks her forward, mashing his mouth to hers. I watch as he shares my cum with her and groan as she swallows it down. “Fuck, you are a good, good girl. I can’t wait to have some time to play properly.”

The two of them aren’t paying any attention to me as they make out, their hands running all over each other. The damn finally broken. I pull up my sweats and step away, grabbing a glass of water off my bedside table and filling it in my bathroom before returning. They are sprawled across my carpet, rolling around and fighting for domination. It’s such a pretty sight that I feel myself grow hard again, but unfortunately, it’s going to have to wait for another time.

I clear my throat, and they stop dead. They both look up at me with a little guilt and no small amount of embarrassment on their faces. I chuckle and hold out the glass of water to them. “We need to get going, otherwise there will be trouble for you two.”

That knocks them out of their lust-filled romp, and they separate, an awkward tension between them. I just shake my head with amusement. They are going to have to work it out themselves.

Mac is the first to get up, adjusting her crop top. “I doubt it. I have something on James now.”

She takes the glass from me as I offer a hand to Miller. He gets up and adjusts his pants, which are tight across the front, but before I can make a joke, he puts a finger over my lips.

“Don’t,” he grumbles, pushing his disheveled hair back from his face. I’m kind of jealous the two of them are going home without me now. Oh well, I have a great imagination. I’ll keep it occupied with the thought of them until we can do this again.

Mac leaves the room without saying a word, giving us a moment. I gather Miller into my arms and give him a hug and a kiss. “It’s your responsibility to make sure she’s okay,” I instruct him.

“Yeah, yeah,” he agrees, kissing me back before pushing me away. “I will.”

I follow them out and grab Anders’s keys as he puts a couple of stitches in Max’s pec. He decided to have his tracker put in his chest.

“Lathan, can you do a deep dive into all of the players? We suspect them, but I want to go back and find their motivation behind this. I also suspect that none of them are faithful to their wives. We know Ted wasn’t faithful, because he has a kid with another woman. What else can we find?” Mac asks, and he agrees.

“Sure, I’ll see what I can find. I was just searching the cameras to see who put those people in the cells,” Lathan replies, sounding annoyed.

“And?” she asks.

“They turned them off. There’s a blank space. One moment they are empty, and the next, they have those three people in them. Fuck.”

She gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Hey, don’t get upset. We know who it possibly was. We’ll break this, okay? It will just take a little extra time,” she assures him softly, and the tension drains out of his body as she touches his shoulder.

“Yeah, okay,” he says as they say their goodbyes to Anders and Dayton. She basically ignores my brother, and I see his jaw clench. Yikes. Just when we got Miller on board, something else happened, but I’m not going to stick my nose in it. Max is a big boy, and they can sort it out between themselves.

“I won’t be long,” I tell the others as Lathan takes Max’s place. Dayton already has a bandage on his neck.

“I’ll do yours when you get back, and Dayton can do mine after I finish with Lath,” Anders says, and the three of us walk out into the cold night.

Chapter 22

The silence in the car is awkward as fuck, and I want to slap myself for getting involved with whatever that was before I knew where I stand with both of them. The last thing I want to do is come between them, and Miller still seems very on the fence with me. It was hot as fuck having Ryland boss us around, and when he made me kiss Miller and swallow his cum, I almost came right there on the spot. Miller’s hands felt amazing all over my body, and he kisses sublimely, with just the right pressure and tongue. When his body weight was on me, and he was grinding against me while we were rolling around, I just about came from that too, but does he actually want me, or was it just the leftover lust from that fucking incredible situation Ryland manipulated us into?

I stare out the window blindly, the dark night rushing past us. Who am I kidding? He didn’t manipulate me. I was a willing and eager participant. There’s just something about him that is so primal, so dominant, that makes me want to give him everything he asks for.

I am worried, however, about the emotions involved. I can turn those off on a job and not worry about getting attached, but this is different. I am becoming attached to all of these men. I’m worried my feelings are getting in the way of me doing my mission properly, my recent interaction with Max being a prime example.

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