Page 230 of Protective Heroes

Unable to tear away from his gaze they rode the wave together, anchored to one another. A shout of relief broke past Reece’s lips and she could feel his thick shaft pulsate as his seed buried deep inside her body.

Caden’s fingers slipped out of her and she felt the loss immediately. A whimper of protest had him stroking her butt cheek. “Enjoy the ride, sweetheart?” Still high from the heavy dose of her men, she turned to Caden who stroked his shaft, his gaze locked on her.

Looking over her shoulder, she nodded with a slow smile.

“Good. My turn.”

He stroked his cock and the wild look in his eye made her pussy quiver with a renewed need to have him in her. Now.

Reece grabbed her hips and slipped his cock from her entrance leaving her kneeling over him.

Caden pressed a hand to her back. “Lean forward, baby girl. I’m going to fuck you hard.”

He positioned the fat head of his cock at her entrance slick with Reece’s and hers combined release and slid all the way in.

Sexiest. Fucking thing ever.

She shouted. Burning alive with need, she shimmied her hips as he worked her hard and fast.

Every muscle in his body tensed and he ground out an explicit curse at her refusal to stop.

Caden threw his head back as a guttural moan tore from his mouth. His hand tightened in her hair and his body turned to solid rock. His shaft pulsated with his release and she received him.

When he slowly returned to earth, Caden released his hold on her hair and stroked his finger the length of her back. “You’re an angel.”

His eyes glowed with what she felt deep inside her soul. This, whatever it was they had started consumed her like a wild fire. They shared something beyond the pleasures of bed. A connection she’d never had before and she wanted more.

Caden eased back and sprawled out on the comforter beside Reece, his attention locked on her.

She looked between them, their expressions relaxed and their breathing slow, even. Reece pulled her down to rest on his chest and she loved the warmth of his arms around her. Caden laced his fingers through hers.

She adored how comfortable they looked in their light slumber. Locked away in a far-off place with no one to bother you had its advantages. And with that single thought, everything flooded back from the last twenty-four hours. The photos, death threats. The fire that had taken everything from her and the bullets these men risked taking to protect her. It didn’t matter how far she ran, the threat was still very real. She needed to get her head out of the clouds and back to her life, but the fact still remained. She wanted that family they talked about.

But reality still needed dealing with.

She pulled her hand back from Caden and slipped out of Reece’s hold. Both men tightened their grip. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Caden asked.

She gave a halfhearted shrug. “I can’t help but think what now?”

“We wait for Intel, Abigail. Then go from there. Dane is gathering some information on the bullet casings and the sheriff is running the partial.”

“In the meantime, we keep to the other reason why we came to Puerto Vallarta.”

That’s right. In all the adventure of Abigail Torres’ screwed up life, she’d forgotten about why Reece and Caden were here. “How long do you have?”

“Not long.” Reece eyed Caden. “We need to get a move on. The governor’s assistant called and asked to have our meeting moved up an hour while the two of you were playing in the shower.”

“I recall another someone else joining in on the fun, buddy,” Caden spoke up from the side of the bed, towel in hand, his brow arched in that arrogant way only Caden knew how to pull off.

Reece’s sideways smirk came out to play next and he threw a wink her way. Sometimes she thought Reece lived to goad Caden on. She ducked her head, her laughter lost beneath their continued banter. It reminded her of how she and her sister could get from time to time.

¡Diablos! Shay. “I need a phone.” She grabbed her towel from the floor and crossed the room toward the bathroom. She’d blurted out the words with a hint of urgency that she really hadn’t meant. Or had she? She’d been so wrapped up in her own drama she’d forgotten about everyone else and that wasn’t like her. Her sister must have heard her messages by now and she’d be worried, especially if she tried to call her phone and got no answer.

Both men fell quiet and turned to look at her where she stood by the bathroom door. “Sure, babe, if you give us a few minutes to shower and dress, Caden can set up a secure line for you. I don’t want to risk using our cells.”

She nodded and lowered her head.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

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