Page 109 of The Eleventh Hour

He follows Rafe and me back to bed and climbs in on the other side. For a moment, it feels strange, and then it just feels right. I sink down between them, my mind racing.

“Stop thinking,” Dane growls and kisses my shoulder.

“I can’t help it.”

Dane puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me onto my back. He leans over me and presses his lips to mine. “Is this okay?”

I flick a look at Rafe, who is watching with a heavy-lidded look.

“Yes.”

He kisses me harder, and I twine my arms around his neck, kissing him hard, but he pulls away. Dane makes quick work of my clothes, and then his. Then crawls up my body, settling between my legs. I watch him with a building hunger, everything but him has gone. Rafe makes a small noise, and I watch as he shucks his clothes and returns to his spot, deliciously naked and so intense it makes my stomach flutter.

“Is this okay?” he whispers again, more husky this time.

He kisses down my chest, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. His tongue slowly strokes before he suddenly sucks hard, grazing his teeth gently across the tip.

“Fuck!” I hiss.

Dane laughs and peeks up at me. “I could get comfortable and stay here all night, but alas, Rafe might kill me.”

Dane suddenly gets up and shifts out from between my legs. He slaps my thigh.

“Get on Rafe.”

I frown and glance at Rafe. “What?”

Dane grabs my hair, pulling my head back and leaning close so his mouth is right next to my ear. “Get on Rafe. Sit on his dick, impale yourself on his cock.”

I shiver at the dark intention in his voice. “Dane?”

“Hurry or you’ll miss out on the fun.”

I glance at Rafe. He shifts towards me, and I straddle him. He’s rock hard, and there’s a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock. My mouth waters, but Dane lets out an irritated growl.

I sink down on Rafe’s cock. Our eyes are locked. He hasn’t said a word, but there is so much being said with his eyes. So many words pass unspoken.

I lean down and kiss him. It’s the most tender kiss I’ve ever shared with anyone, and I know that I’ve given my feelings away.

Rafe cups my cheek when I pull back, and I see my feelings reflected on his face.

And that’s when hands grip my hips. They slide down, over the curves of my ass, and up my lower spine, before circling down again. With each pass, his fingers skirt further in between my ass cheeks. I tense, but Rafe pulls me down and kisses me.

“Is this all right?” Dane whispers.

I moan as his fingers press against the pulsing ring of muscle.

“You need to use words and tell me this is okay,” Dane says and withdraws his fingers.

“Is okay,” I mumble.

“Dane, drawer,” Rafe says hoarsely.

Dane moves away, and then returns. I hear what sounds like a lid opening, and then cold liquid squirts onto my ass. I tense, and Rafe moans.

I glance down at him and have to stop moving. I’ve been rocking my hips in time with his slow thrusts, but one look at his face, and I’m on the edge.

Dane’s fingers return and start stroking, rubbing in circles.

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