Page 110 of The Eleventh Hour

“You can sit still if you want. Rafe isn’t going to be able to help himself. Look at him. He’s all kinds of fucked up over you, and right now, he’s eight inches of buried in heaven.”

I gasp, and Dane takes that opportunity to slip a digit into me. I tense at the invasion but force myself to relax.

“I need more,” I say hoarsely.

Dane laughs and presses his finger all the way to the knuckles. He fucks me slowly, moving in tandem with Rafe. I roll my hips, thrusting back against them both.

“Ready for another?”

I nod my head and moan when he pushes another slicked up finger into me.

“She’s so tight, isn’t she tight, Rafe?”

“So tight,” Rafe groans.

Dane hisses and withdraws his fingers. Something bigger than his fingers presses against me, and I realise that he’s pushing his cock into me.

I’ve thought about it before. I mean, who hasn’t? Having two guys at the same time. But there is something so powerful about taking the two of them. The idea of it, having them both fall apart because of me. My thoughts scatter as he stretches me open, slowly pushing into me until he’s bottomed out.

“Still good?”

I exhale roughly. “Yes. Good.”

Dane moves slowly. His hands hold my hips, while Rafe reaches up and teases my nipples.

“Oh, fuck,” Rafe groans. “I can feel him inside you.”

Dane snickers and mouths my shoulders. I tilt my head back, moaning.

“We’re going to make you feel so good.”

For a second, just one second, there’s a shadow that comes over me. There’s regret, just one, that Gideon isn’t here. I push it aside, burying the feelings deep inside me.

Rafe thrusts up, just as Dane buries himself to the hilt.

I feel like I’m flying. I’m on the edge of a cliff, so close to where I want to be. They both thrust in again. The movement is indescribable. I can barely think. I’m lost in a sea of feeling, and then I implode.

I tighten around them, screaming. Rafe shouts out, his body going stiff. He sits up, pressing his face to my chest, growling. I wrap my arms around him, cradling him. Dane keeps thrusting, leisurely, prolonging and forcing ripples of pleasure.

Rafe whimpers.

“Dane,” I whisper.

He grunts and starts thrusting hard, over and over, until, with a roar, he comes. His body pushes mine into Rafe’s, the three of us one mass of sweating, panting messes.

We stay like that for a long time. Dane eventually pulls back and kisses my back. He disappears and returns with a cloth. I whimper as he cleans me up.

“Come on, baby. Lay down,” Dane whispers and helps me off Rafe. My legs are shaking, and I collapse beside my slightly stunned lover.

Dane uses another cloth to clean me again and passes a third cloth to Rafe.

“So that was…”

“Yeah,” I agree.

It was perfect. It really was. But there’s a niggling regret. I’m not going to be able to let go of Gideon. And is this really fair to anyone? I should tell them how I feel.

Jax

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