Page 30 of Sweet Little Spies

“A,” Tristan began.

Aidan straightened up. “You have your way of taking care ofher and I have mine. It’s my fucking turn. Turn her over and hold her down.”

What the hell was he talking about? Carys winced as Tristanflipped her over, her back against the table now, her ass at the edge. Everymuscle was sore. But the peace she’d hoped she would have hadn’t come. It wasincomplete. The ritual wasn’t finished, and she realized she might never feelpeace again, not the way she had.

“Stop it. Let me up.” She needed to get away from them. Itwasn’t going to work. She needed to be alone. Needed to start figuring out howto be alone.

“No,” Aidan said, sounding more sure than she’d heard him inforever.

He pressed her ankles out, forcing her legs to open wide andkeeping her off balance. Tristan was the one on the conference table now, onehand holding both her wrists, the other fisted in her hair. “You stay still.”

And then she felt Aidan move, and suddenly he buried hisface between her legs. She’d almost expected fingers and got lips and tongue.Her labia spread wide as he passed his tongue between the folds. Pleasurecurled through her, making her scalp prickle and toes curl.

She hadn’t wanted this. Hadn’t thought she wanted this.She’d wanted the pain, but this… The pleasure was so sharp it made a contrastto the pain, a reminder of everything she was going to lose.

He repeated the caress, this time ending it by pushing histongue into her, his face buried so deep in her pussy that her labia wereagainst his cheeks, his nose nudging her clit.

She ground against him, and he thrust his tongue into heragain and again, shallow penetrations. It felt so fucking good, so like normal.

All the days came rushing in. The days she’d spent withthem, the sweet looks and hand holding eventually leading to kissing. FirstTristan and then Aidan. She’d turned from one to the other because she’d knownshe was at the center, and she couldn’t leave either out.

Aidan fucked her with his tongue, and the tears finallystarted because this was what she would lose. These intimate moments when theworld got locked out and no one mattered except the three of them. Nothingmattered but this moment with them.

Even as her body tensed and the orgasm threatened tooverwhelm her, so did the pain. She’d needed both—Tristan’s discipline andAidan’s sweet, giving nature to fully understand what she’d lost.

She sobbed as she came, the tears rolling down her cheeks,and suddenly Tris wasn’t holding her down. He was twining their fingerstogether, stroking her hair.

“It’s okay, baby.” There were tears in his green eyes, too,though he didn’t shed them. “I’m going to make this right.”

Aidan moved from between her legs and hauled her up, hisarms wrapping around her. “Come here. Let me make this better. I love you,Carys. We’re going to get through this.”

“We?” The words came out shaky because she was still holdingback. “Don’t you mean you and Tris? You two make all the decisions. I’m justalong for the ride.”

Aidan paled. “It wasn’t like that.”

“It wasn’t,” Tristan agreed, starting to move in behind her.“Baby, I wasn’t trying to leave you out. I was protecting you. I’m still goingto protect you because I’m not about to allow you to go to Canada.”

Yes, there it was. She pushed back. This was stupid. She wascrying and naked, and if she let them she would fuck them both and be theirdoll again. “Red.”

“Carys.” Her name was a plea from Aidan. “Don’t do this.”

Tristan’s hands had come off her the minute she’d said theword. Her safe word was a blunt instrument when it came to Tristan. “You needaftercare. I can’t leave you like this.”

“You’ve left me in much worse situations than having my assred,” she snarled his way.

“Let me look at you.” Aidan reached for her.

“You can’t touch her,” Tristan insisted. “She said her safeword.”

“Red,” she said again. “I want you both out. If you insiston aftercare, send my cousins in.”

“Then tell me about the last two and a half years. Tell meeverything. I want to know what I missed and how it hurt you,” Tristaninsisted.

She shook her head and picked up Aidan’s T-shirt. He couldgo down and grab one from the bodyguard unit. They always had extras. “Leave mealone. I’m sure Aidan will happily tell you everything. It’s what the two ofyou do. Leave.”

She couldn’t do it. She’d thought she could, but shecouldn’t break down with them here.

“Car,” Aidan began.

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