Page 127 of Three to Fall

Hawk came hard, a shuddering explosion inside my pussy that set off my own orgasm. I clenched around him and Grayson, every muscle inside me spasming until Gray fell over the edge as well.

Two more thrusts, and Hayden bit down on Hawk’s shoulder, groaning out his own orgasm against the other man’s skin.

My head spun. Or maybe it was the room. I had no idea. All I knew was that we stilled, my body completely boneless. But I didn’t fall, because they had me, just like I knew they would. I think I came again, my pussy so oversensitive that every tiny movement from one of them sent new waves of pleasure crashing down over my head, drowning me until my skin was ablaze, an inferno simmering away in my blood.

I was vaguely aware of being carried somewhere, and when I was finally able to open my eyes, I found myself in one of the private bathrooms, a hot shower running, and all three of my men washing me off.

Only to do it all again.

34

X

SIX MONTHS LATER

Irapped my knuckles across the glossy, painted wood door and stared up at the McMansion Scythe apparently lived in. “So freaking fancy,” I murmured to myself, poking at the doorbell with a finger. And then a few more times because I liked the way it felt and theding-dongit created somewhere deep in the house.

A woman opened the door and smiled at me, her long auburn hair pulled up in a messy ponytail with bits falling out of it. “Can I help you?”

“Can Scythe come out to play?”

The woman blinked. “Excuse me?”

Oops. Nearly gave away my entire hand too soon. “I meant is Scythe home?”

She squinted at me. “Does he know you?”

I grinned. “Of course! We’re BFFs. I’m X.”

Her face smoothed out in understanding. “Ah. The new friend from Grayson’s support group. He told us about you. Scythe! Door!”

A moment later, Scythe appeared. He kissed the woman on the cheek as she moved back inside the house, and he came outto stand on the doorstep, closing the door behind him. He held his hand out to me. “What are you doing here? Grayson need something?”

I slapped his palm with a grin. “Do you want to build a snowman?”

His eyebrows turned into one crinkly long caterpillar when he frowned at me. “A what? A snowman? It never snows here.”

“Come on, let’s go and play.”

He squinted at me. “You’re weirder than I am, you know?”

It was lucky I liked him. His lack of knowledge of Disney songs was truly upsetting. “Come on. Come out with me tonight. I know you want to. I’m only going to do a little killin’.” I pulled the knife from the holder on my hip and offered it to him.

He sighed. “Just a little, huh? I told you. I’m out of the game. I only come out of retirement for emergencies.”

Pfft. Details, details. “You say that but you’re looking at my knife like you want to marry it.”

Scythe’s gaze lingered on the shiny blade. “Just let me touch it. Just a bit.”

I dangled it just out of his reach and took a step back. “Come on. It’s not like we’re killing anyone who doesn’t deserve it. We’re cleaning the streets up. Making them a better place for all. This is a community service, Scythe!”

He sighed. “Don’t you have Whip or Torch or one of the other guys to go killing with? I’ve got kids who need bathing, floors that need vacuuming—”

“Entrails that need spilling…”

His gaze dipped to my knife again. He shook his head. “Vincent’s gonna kill me, but ah, fuck it. Okay, I’m in. I’m not killing anyone. I’ll just watch. Take the edge off. You have any idea how hard it is to just go cold turkey on this shit? Just let me make sure War and Nash are good for kid duty. We gonna belong? I might pick up dinner on the way home so no one has to cook.”

“I’ll have you home in two hours, tops. I won’t even make you do cleanup. You can just do all the stabby fun bits.”

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