Page 75 of Don't Let Go

He touched me everywhere. His cock nestled between my legs. His chest against my back. His hand teased along my abdomen to my breasts. Lips teasing my ear, he stroked his free hand along my side. All caresses and kisses, and soothing motions and I moved, teasing his dick and myself.

“Ask,” I said. “Please…” Because the man was driving me mad.

“Do you like to be watched?”

I heard the words, but my brain stuttered on the meaning. “What?”

“I know you watch us…” Another bite against my earlobe. “You always watch us and I love that you do.”

A shudder rippled through my belly and I clenched my thighs, gripping his heavy cock as I rocked and he let out a groan of his own.

“But do you like to be watched?”

I didn’t really have an answer to that. Maybe that was why my next words startled me. “If I know who is watching…”

Yes. That was true. I didn’t try to overthink it or strain my mind.

“I think I would like it…if it were you or Justus or…”

“Me?” Remy asked and his accent wrapped around me like a new lover and I lifted my eyes to find him leaning against the divider. His arms were folded, but his eyes blazed with so much passion, it was like a fire racing across the room to consume me.

“Yes,” I said, elongating the syllable as I sighed. “I would love to be watched by you.”

John’s hands firmed on my hips and then he filled me in one brutal stroke. His cock was huge, and it didn’t seem to matter how soaking I was, it was an intrusion. The penetration took him deep and I forgot how to breathe.

My gaze fixed on Remy’s as John hooked a hand around my throat. He wasn’t strangling me, he was gripping me with one hand on my hip and the other on my neck and then he set a savage pace.

Every thrust struck deep, sending sparks through my system. It was like his mouth was on my clit all over again. Instead, he was all ferocious motion, a feral coupling that demanded everything from me. Each time he bottomed out, I whined a little more.

I didn’t even recognize the sound of me. I was right on the edge when Remy abandoned the divider, and then he cupped my chin, keeping my gaze before he kissed me and swallowed my screams as John let go.

The hot jet of his release flooded inside of me. My inner walls fluttered and convulsed as I came again. What breath I had, Remy robbed me of and then he pulled back, licking his lips as he stared into me.

John still throbbed inside of me, hard and heavy. Remy looked at me like he could eat me alive. I could never have imagined this and I didn’t want anything to puncture the moment.

The sweetest torment, suspended between the two of them. My body was bound to John’s and my gaze to Remy’s. I had noidea how long we existed in this moment, but I never wanted it to end.

Suddenly boneless, I collapsed and John moved with me and so did Remy as he knelt. My eyes were open and fixed on my beautifully dangerous assassin even as my wild and brutal mercenary held me like something so precious to him.

“Still with us?” Remy asked and I nodded slowly.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

The trust I’d realized with Justus existed with Remy and John too. It had from the beginning, whether I’d been ready to accept it or not. Something dark and cold whispered from the back of my mind.

It wasn’t all pretty. Hell had swallowed me before they’d come to find me.

But theyhadfound me.

That was enough for me. No matter what else happened, they found me and we were together. I had no idea where this went or how this worked, but?—

“Hate to be a buzzkill,” Locke said, sliding around the divider. “We’ve got movement.”

The cold reality of what awaited us when we were done meant we had to finish the mission first. I closed my eyes, and extended a hand toward Locke. When he slid his palm over mine, and gripped my hand tight in his, I soaked up the connection with all of them.

“Okay…” I said, getting my breath control back. Interlude over, we had work to do. “Talk to me…”

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