Page 80 of Three to Fall

His fingers flicked the button on my jeans. Drew down my fly.

I didn’t stop him.

He didn’t talk.

I lifted my hips but didn’t raise my head. Didn’t look at him. Was too fucking scared by the sudden swell of feeling inside me. If I looked him in the eye, I might blurt out something dumb.

Like I loved him.

Fucking hell.

Of all the times and places to have a realization about that. This was not it.

I let his mouth wrapping around my cock clear my head. Or maybe it just fuzzed all thoughts right out of existence. I didn’t know. Didn’t care. But it was better than concentrating on the fact I was just as in love with him as I was with Kara.

Falling for the most emotionally unavailable, still probably a little bit homophobic man on the face of the planet. So fucking fabulous.

But his mouth felt good. There was no denying that. He sucked me slowly, getting me hard, pumping my shaft with his hand and licking my knob while the van vibrations only added to the sensation in the most pleasurable sort of way.

I lifted my hat so I could watch him but kept my hands to myself to prove a point. That I could let him have control. So why couldn’t he?

In the mirror on the back of the passenger seat sun visor, my gaze caught with Kara’s. A slow smile spread across my lips,liking the way her eyes smoldered with heat, unable to look away from what Hawk and I were doing.

Her shoulders rose and fell too fast, telling me she was breathing too quickly, and the pink creeping up the back of her neck told me this was getting her hot.

I loved she liked watching him and me together.

It only made me wish she was back here with us so I could have my fingers between her thighs, pushing deep inside her pussy and finger-fucking her until she was just as wet as Hawk’s mouth was right now.

But I could have the next best thing. “Lift your skirt, Kara.”

Grayson glanced over his shoulder at me, gaze dipping to what Hawk was doing, and then went back to our woman.

She was still watching me in the mirror. But she shifted on her seat, pulling her long skirt up so it settled high on her thighs like a mini skirt.

“Put your hand inside your panties. I want to know if you’re wet.”

Forever willing to please, she shifted on the seat, and her sharp gasp said she’d done exactly what I’d instructed.

“Concentrate on the road. Concentrate on the road,” Grayson muttered, earning himself a snigger from Hawk, despite having my cock deep in his mouth.

Kara’s tiny moans from the front seat told me she was fingering herself, and fuck if that didn’t have me thrusting up into Hawk’s mouth faster and harder than I ever had before.

To my surprise, he took every inch, until I was practically gagging him with my cock, and still he didn’t move or complain. If anything, he worked harder, driving me closer to an orgasm I wasn’t even sure I wanted to reach because once I did, it would be over and that felt criminal.

But I wanted to watch Kara come. Wanted to hear her moan. Loved the idea the cars whizzing by outside had no idea what we were doing in here. That somehow made it all the dirtier.

“Angle the mirror so I can see your pussy, Kara. Lay your seat back. Put your heels up on the seat and spread those knees so I can watch you fingering yourself.”

I groaned when she did exactly that, laying her seat down so she was out of view of other cars, though the height of the van helped hide her anyway.

It was still a dangerous game to play. If a truck passed us and the driver happened to glance down, they’d see every inch of her beautiful body.

Kara’s moan of pleasure made it all worthwhile.

Grayson jerked the steering wheel, making a hard right off the highway onto some sort of access road that felt like it had been paved a century ago, judging by the way the van suddenly jolted and shook as we bounced along.

The walkie-talkie Hawk had brought along crackled to life, Grayson’s murder squad and Scythe questioning where the fuck we were going.

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