Page 42 of When Kings Fall

“Damn,” I uttered. “Fuck.”

She shrieked and came, everything tightening to intense pressure for both of us.

Pleasure built and built until it fucking well exploded and I came deep in her ass.

A roar from Mason told me he’d hit it too.

I eased out of her, then wrapped my arms around her from behind, as Mason did the same from her front. Colt sank into the water, and then three of us were surrounding her.

“You were amazing,” I told her.

“Right back at you,” she said, chuckling breathlessly. “All of you.”

Hell, it had been beyond amazing.

Because of her, because of the four of us together as a unit.

And I was loving every moment of this dynamic of ours.

I couldn’t get enough.

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~Mason~

Check.

Check.

And check.

I stepped back from the security fence surrounding the property, satisfied that it was up to par, that there were no weaknesses in it to be concerned about, nothing needing fixing or damage control since we’d last been up here.

While Levi was the king when it came to computers and also possessing an intermediate knowledge when it came to woodworking, and Colt was the music genius, I was very good with this sort of thing. Electronics, mechanics, hardware and components.

I’d already checked things out here several times in the last four days that we’d been up here.

And I would keep doing so.

It was the only way to ensure things were operating smoothly, that there was nothing amiss—to constantly check up on things. And people too. You could never be too careful.

And, especially when it came to this failing, it just couldn’t be allowed. It was the last line of defense before a threat hit us, so it was invaluable defense.

We also had an early-warning system in place a couple of miles out that surrounded the property. I’d inspected those tripwires too and all had been well yet again.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey.”

Jesus!

Adrenaline tore through me and I spun toward the sound of the unexpected voice to see Bree walking up to me through the snow, her sparkling white and silver boots sinking into the softness as she closed the distance between us.

Her fuchsia puffer jacket was a vibrant break through all the snowy white. She had a cute little matching colored hat with bobbles on too that were bouncing with her deep steps through the one-foot deep snow all around. A pair of jeans the same shade as her long, silky hair, completed her look.

It was a far cry from my neutral-colored look that blended into the surroundings of the trees with my brown aviator jacket and a pair of gray distressed jeans, along with my black snow boots.

I closed the distance between us and leaned in, kissing her cheek.

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