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When Parker begins wiggling in my hold, I know he’s close so I speed up my movements. He yells around Royce’s cock as he comes, his orgasm setting of Mackenzie’s. Her screams fill the room as Damon’s hips stutter and he comes in her ass.

I continue pounding into Parker when Royce is the next to come, spilling himself in Parker’s mouth. I’m right behind him, losing my breath as I come harder than I have in a long time.

Once we’ve all calmed down, it takes some rearranging for us to separate. Mackenzie and Parker both collapse onto the bed, seemingly unable to control their limbs any longer.

“Are the two of you okay?” Royce asks with a chuckle.

“Great, daddy. Perfect, in fact,” Mackenzie says with a thumbs up and a dreamy smile.

Parker just grunts, rolling over until he’s cuddled into Mackenzie, falling asleep in mere seconds.

I laugh. “I think he’s just fine.”

A small snore spills from Mackenzie’s lips, and Damon shakes his head. “If they’re that worn out already, how are they going to make it through the weekend?”

“Oh, they’ll make it through. But right now, we all need to shower. Are you good to take Mackenzie in with you?” I wait for Damon’s nod before turning to Royce. “I’m going to hop in now, and then I’ll help you with Parker if you need it.”

He waves me off. “We’ll be good. Go enjoy your shower.”

Pushing off the bed, I head to the bathroom. If the first orgasm this weekend felt that good, how amIgoing to make it through the weekend?

Fuck it. We only live once, right?

And I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this weekend.

Chapter Fourteen

Mackenzie

It’s already midday Sunday, and I’m not looking forward to saying goodbye to Parker and Damon—or even Royce and Cormac.

Yesterday had been amazing, and I’m not just talking about the mind-blowing sex. It had been nice just spending time with the four of them and getting to know Royce and Cormac. Their love for Parker is so clear, and it makes them even more attractive to me.

Clearly, they don’t live here since they’re staying in a hotel, so as much as I wish this could be more than just this weekend, it doesn’t seem meant to be. And that thought fills me with more sadness than it should.

“What put that frown on your face, Mac?” Parker snuggles into my back, kissing along the length of my neck.

The two of us and Damon are lying on the mattress in the main room, where they’ve been since yesterday morning. All five of us slept in a big dogpile last night, and it was the best sleep I’ve had in a long time. After a round of morning sex, we’d ordered breakfast and watched another movie. Cormac and Royce went out just after the movie finished after making the three of us promise not to answer the door—which I still don’t understand, but I’m cool with not having to get up.

“I was just thinking about how Damon and I have to go back to the club tonight. I don’t even know where you, Royce, and Cormac live, but it’s clearly not here since you’re in a hotel.” I sigh. “I don’t want to say goodbye to you again, but if you don’t live here, then there’s no real chance at this being more than just the weekend, is there?”

“Fuck.” Parker sits up, running a hand through his hair as he rests his back against the couch.

I scramble up to sit beside him as Damon does the same on his other side.

“What’s going on, Park?” Damon asks, eyes narrowed.

Parker leans his head back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment. “There’s something I need to tell the two of you—about why we’re in a hotel and why you don’t know where we live. You don’t know because currently we don’t have a home. We’ve been living in hotels for almost a year, moving to a new city or town every two weeks or so.”

Frowning, I reach for his hand. Whatever he has to tell us is clearly upsetting him. “But why?”

“I told you I was in the military and that the three of us own a private security firm—which is all true—but I left out a big part of what we do.”

“You’re mercs, aren’t you?” Damon asks suddenly.

Parker snorts. “Of course, you figured it out. Yes, we’re killers for hire. We only take contracts that meet our specific criteria. We’re good at it, and I enjoy it. That’s not the issue though. I was set up to take the fall for a kill that we never would’ve made. Someone killed the wife of a dangerous Colombian cartel leader and made it look like I’m the one who did it. I did not—just to be clear.

“We’ve spent the last year trying to clear my name, but we’ve gotten nowhere. We’re pretty sure we know who set me up, but we have no proof. And without proof, we have nothing. The head of the cartel put out a hit on me, which is why we’ve been moving every couple of weeks. We’re trying to stay off their radar, so I don’t end up dead. Well, so none of us end up dead.

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