Page 148 of Hell Breaks Loose

“Are you as turned on as I am right now?” Alaya whispers to the side, toward Sing, covering her mouth.

Sing turns a shade of crimson I didn’t know possible.

As if on cue, Ora pops up, clapping her hands. “I don’t know about all of you dick-lickers, but I am so fucking ready for bed. Regroup in the morning!”

“Deal.”

Sometime before dawn, I feel Tell stir at my side.

Still drifting in the throes of half sleep, I reach for him, tucking into his chest, nuzzling into those perfect pecs. Hands smooth across my back, pulling me closer.

Nothing could be better than this.

Especially when I feel the furnace of Gavin scoot right up behind me, radiating against my back with delicious warmth. I’ll never be cold again.

Just like that, the unsettling dreams that woke me fade, and I start to drift.

Until I squirm a little, finding just the right position.

And press back into the mountain of Gavin’s erection.

Reaching down cautiously, I feel for Tell. He’s just as hard.

And both men are still breathing deeply. Snoring ever so softly.

My senses come to life as I stay still, tensed between the two magnificent rods beneath the sheet that separates us. Well, Gavin. Half the time, he sleeps out of the covers.

Like I said. Heater.

Closing my eyes, I nestle my head back down.

But the damage is done.

I’m beyond aroused. My hips won’t stay still, wiggling, aching to arch back into Gavin. Desperate to spread wide to take Tell right here and now.

I shouldn’t wake them…

But maybe I don’t have to.

The ridiculous thought has me suppressing a tiny giggle in the dark, slipping one finger into my mouth and biting down to keep quiet. Lifting the sheet behind me and untucking it from between Tell and my body, I slide the cool fabric lower, exposing my naked chest to the night air.

The chill instantly peaks my nipples, soothing the sudden flush of heat blossoming in my tummy.

In the dim of the early morning, I can make out both men’s perfect forms.

Tell’s lined stomach, rising and falling, tilted toward me, that crease between his pecs and abs ending in his gloriously long cock. With a breathless, silent moan, I clench my fist. Resist the urge to grip him. To taste him.

Letting my eyes trail the other way, I explore Gavin’s prone form. The slabs of his chest, the fuller, thicker muscles of his abdomen ripped even as he sleeps.

Fucking outrageous.

And unbelievably hot.

That trail ends the same way, with his impossibly hard pillar rising above him.

Barely realizing what I’ve done, I gasp when my fingers graze down between my legs. Already, I’m clenching my ass, my thighs. And dripping wet.

The surf of my longing laps at my shore, surging higher, the waves escalating to a hint of pleasure. Deepening as I let my mind wander, let my fantasies run wild.

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