Page 68 of The Doctor's Truth

“There is one more thing…” Jason says.

“How can there be more?”

He moves behind the lantern and pulls at a latch on the floor. A hatch opens up, and then Jason vanishes down it.

“Come on!”

I glance at Donovan, but he shrugs, as clueless as I am.

I follow Jason down the staircase and gasp when I see what’s underneath. “You’ve got to be kidding me—”

Down the spiral staircase is a suite. Wooden cabinets, a king-sized bed, velvet red carpet on the floors. A mermaid sculpture hangs above the bed, her red hair wild and untamed. On the bed: plush pillows, a quilt, and a purple stuffed whale. Although the lighthouse itself is old, this room has clearly been renovated sometime in the past five years. It’s even warm in here, and I can finally take down my hood.

“Is this for us?” I ask.

“We’ve got it all night,” Jason says, then adds, “If you want it.”

There’s an octagonal window that’s nearly as tall as I am. Outside, a firework sizzles out, dripping like a chandelier, and the reflection cascades across the flat, dark water.

“Is this a big, dramatic ploy to get me to forgive you?” I ask.

“No,” Jason says. “This is a big, dramatic ploy to get you to sleep with me.”

That sends a shiver through me. His lips connect with my throat. I feel the heat of his mouth, and I melt into his kiss as his arms wind around me so he can simultaneously unbutton my coat. It falls away, and I press my palms flat against the glass in front of me.

A familiar pair of fingers loops through mine, pinning me down. Donovan’s leather band kisses my wrist. Excitement whips through me and I squeeze his fingers tighter, keeping him to me.

“I need you,” I whisper, my voice raspy with want. “Both of you.”

“You’ve got us,” Donovan’s voice growls in my other ear, and I shudder.

There are hands, undressing me. Lips, caressing my skin. I feel a hand on my throat, holding me in place, and it constricts my airflow just a little. I reach up and grab the wrist—I feel the leather band there. My dress puddles down at my feet, and I’m exposed, naked in front of the New Year’s fireworks. Fingers roll over my nipples, pinching, and I gasp as each squeeze sends another jolt of lust straight between my legs.

“How badly do you want us?” Jason murmurs—the angel on my left.

I can’t answer—my throat is too tight. A hand slips between my thighs, over my panties, and even here I can feel him coaxing my nether lips apart. I know I must be soaking straight through the thin cotton because Donovan (my devil to my right) gives a low, pleased hum. “Ah. That badly.”

When those bold fingers slip underneath my panties and glide along the sensitive skin there, I sink forward, my body flattening against the cold glass. I moan, pushing my hips forward against the hand, feeling the heat of both their bodies behind me.

They’ve only barely started touching me, and already, I’m tremblingly close to an orgasm.

Those clever fingers start to rapidly flick my clit, and I cry out. I reach down, grabbing Donovan’s arm, stopping him. “Please,” I beg. “I don’t want to cum…not yet.”

His fingers retreat, slipping out of my panties again. I whimper when they leave. My sex is throbbing.

“C’mere—” That’s Jason’s voice, and he guides me to turn around, pressed against his chest. He lifts me suddenly, and I wrap my legs around his hips. I kiss him deeply, swooning, and he carries me as if I weigh nothing, my rear cradled in his hands. He carries me to the bed and unwinds my limbs from him gently so he can take off my pants.

My boys are undone—Donovan’s shirt unbuttoned, hanging loose, and I rip Jason’s shirt from him as he unbuckles his belt. He pushes his pants and briefs from his hips, freeing his cock, and my throat goes tight with need. It’s rock hard, blushing red and ready for me.

As if he can see the feverish want in my eyes, he grins at me. “You want me inside you, baby?”

“I need you inside me,” I correct.

“Say please, Trouble.”

“Please, Trouble.”

He chuckles and covers my mouth with his. His tongue swipes against mine. I feel him nestle between my legs, and then, all at once, he’s inside of me.

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