Page 71 of Caged Heat

“Goddammit,” August muttered. “I want to be angry, but that was fucking beautiful to watch, Dove.” He licked his lips, his eyes glancing at mine for the briefest seconds before returning to the road. My cheeks heated, but I no longer felt ashamed about how good they made me feel.

Jackson cleaned up, but when I went to do the same, August stopped me. “I might not be angry, Nora, but it doesn’t mean you won’t be punished. Take off your panties and spread your legs for me. Let me see your wet cunt while I drive, and when we get to the airport, I’ll show you what happens to bad girls.”

My breath hitched, but I did as August had said. Jackson smirked, pointed the AC vent at me, and continued his conversation with August. I could barely think about anything other than what he would do when we got to the airport, much less listen to their conversation. The mundane of it as I sat in anticipatory hell added to it. It felt like forever before we parked, and August turned in his seat. His pupils were dark, his gaze hungry as he scanned me from head to toe.

“I’ll go grab some luggage carts,” Jackson said, slapping August on the arm before climbing out. August opened his door and walked around to the passenger side. He opened both doors, blocking the view from anyone walking by. He’d parked at the end of a row next to a wall, giving him a semblance of privacy.

He didn’t speak as he grabbed my legs and spun me, lifting my pussy to his lips. I fell back, the sudden warmth after the cold almost too much to bear. August was relentless as he sucked and licked my pussy, drinking all of my cream like it was his last meal.

“So beautiful, Dove,” he praised, giving me a second reprieve. Before I could respond, he flipped me over on my stomach with my legs dangling over the seat. He spread my cheeks and pushed in his monster cock. At this angle, he felt bigger, and I gripped the edge of the seat as he plowed into me. I shouted out my pleasure into the seat, muffling my sound as he took me to extraordinary heights.

“The things you do to me,” he moaned.

August pulled out before I was ready, his cum splashing over my ass and coating me in his cum. I lay there breathless, my pussy pulsing and needing something to fill it.

“Please,” I begged, but August ignored me. He took my panties off the floor and wiped off his dick before zipping himself back up. He gave me a cursory wipe but didn’t get everything, and I knew that was my punishment.

“If you can be a good girl and not touch yourself the whole flight, I’ll spend the rest of the night making you come.”

With a deep kiss, he let me go and joined Jackson in setting the suitcases on the carts. I stumbled forward, not regretting one thing. August might believe he was punishing me, but I’d loved every second of that, and I’d do it all again.

This. Them. Us.

We were perfect together, and I never wanted to be without either of them.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

ELEANOR

Jackson had won his fight in the third round like he’d predicted. He’d been cocky about that, too. We’d been at our private bungalow for two days now, and if we didn’t have a wedding in a month to host, I might stay here forever. It was the type of vacation I once dreamed about but never believed I would get.

It was a true paradise.

August had stayed true to his word that first night, revving me up and leaving me on the edge for hours. It had only been Jackson’s whining that he should get a prize since he’d won, and what he wanted was me. Thank God. I’d been this close to passing out from mere frustration.

“Good morning, Dove,” August greeted, bending down to kiss me. I’d been sunbathing by the pool, enjoying the peacefulness of the water and sun.

“Good morning.” I grinned as he tucked my hair behind my ear.

“You’re getting a little pink. Want me to reapply sunscreen?”

“Sure.” I sat up, and he took the space behind me. His hands were warm, and the rough calluses felt nice against my skin. August loved taking care of me, stating it was part of his need. Giving me pleasure wasn’t just about the bedroom but in all facets of my life.

It had been difficult at first to trust it. I’d taken care of myself for so long that having someone else do things for me was foreign and scary. But I soon learned that Jackson and August were sincere and not trying to control or manipulate me. The way August loved me was decadent and full of layers. I’d spend the rest of my life revealing them.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked when he’d finished applying the sunscreen.

The first day, we went snorkeling, and yesterday, we traveled inland to the street market. We’d bought a few souvenirs, but mostly just had fun being in a new place, meeting new people, and discovering a new culture. No one had blinked an eye either at the three of us together. If anything, Jackson’s age usually caused the most gossip. Which he took offense at now that he was in his thirties.

“I think,” he said, kissing my neck, “today is the perfect day to spend here with you naked.”

“Oh?” I shifted, feeling his hardness against my ass.

“Yep. I want to see you and Jacks completely wiped out before I take what I want.”

Heat traveled up my spine, and goosebumps spread across my back. The way August could turn me on with his words was intoxicating.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body already responding to everything he promised. He kissed my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth and leaving a mark. I gripped his thick thighs, loving how his coarse hair felt beneath my fingers.

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