Page 102 of Brazen Criminals

Walker does. A cry escapes me, garbled, words no longer possible. Walker huffs against my wet nipple as he pulls away. Wasting no time, he switches to the other nipple, right as Jansen adds a third finger into me, pressing more urgently against my clit.

All of me vibrates, the tension ratcheting up to a point where I feel like if I don’t come, I’ll burst into flame.

Walker clamps down on my other nipple and I shatter, moaning and shaking, unmoored in a sea of pleasure.

I blink my eyes open to Walker watching me, waiting for me to return, a half grin plastered on his face. I drag him to my mouth, kissing him deeply, before turning and snagging Jansen, gripping his hair as I dive into his mouth, my damp breasts pressed against his bare chest. His boxers barely contain his erection. Walker fists my hair, his other hand trailing over my ass.

A muffled cough sounds from the doorway, but my mind is fog, the noise foreign and purposeless.

Jansen pulls back first, giving me just enough space to breathe, my thoughts birds scattered from a bush. Walker lingers with his lips pressed against my neck, like the interruption never happened, like I’m all that matters in the world.

I force myself out of Walker’s spell, dragging up the blanket to cover us all.

RJ hovers a half step into my room, staring right at me, before dropping his gaze to the floor, rubbing the back of his neck.

Shit. We’ve embarrassed him.

Jansen, who has no shame, sits cross-legged in my bed. “What’s up?” he asks.

RJ talks to the floor. “I have a list of stuff we need to buy if we’re going to do this,” he says.

“Cool. Can I take a look?” Jansen asks.

RJ taps something on his phone. “Sent.” He turns toward the door. “Umm, I’m going to go catch a few minutes of sleep. Wake me up when you guys are ready to set up.”

Jansen hops up, yanking on his pants, his erection tenting his boxers.

Some selfish part of me takes over my mouth. “You could sleep here, RJ,” I say, immediately regretting it.

He hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck, before he clears his throat. “I’m good. I’ll just, ah, be in my room.”

He’s gone before Jansen pulls on his shoes.

I flop back on the pillow. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Walker pushes some hair off my face, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Probably not. But he’ll be fine.”

“Ugh.”

I watch Jansen tie his shoes, the twists of his fingers in the laces reminding me of the feeling of his fingers against my skin, the feeling of them stroking deep inside me. I need to get a hold of myself.

“Hey,” I say, touching his back. “Are you really okay with this? With, you know, all of you and just one me?”

Jansen rakes his fingers through his hair, pulling it back into a ponytail. “Clara, I’m here for whatever, whenever, when it comes to you. If you’re happy, I’m happy.” He kisses me, a deep, probing kiss that makes my brain screech to a halt. When he pulls away, both of us are gasping for breath. He pauses for a second, his forehead pressed against mine. “I’ll be back in a few.”

I watch him leave, admiring the way his wiry frame twists with the gracefulness of a dancer. I can’t wait to have my fingers back on his skin, to feel those muscles stretch and move because of me.

Turning back to Walker, I run my hands over his chest instead, wishing we’d reached the point where none of us were wearing clothes before RJ had come in. “What about you? This is…” I stop, not really knowing what words to use. Unconventional? That makes me sound like an eighty-year-old grandma. Weird? Too judgy.

Walker kisses my forehead, then my nose, then presses a gentle kiss on my lips, all of me warm, soft, and pliant, and I lose my train of thought. He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so I’m draped across his chest, my ear pressed against his heart.

We stay like that, and I wonder if I should finish my question—but some part of me knows he’s thinking about his answer, so I wait.

Walker tries to run his fingers through my hair, but they catch in one of my curls. “Damn it,” he whispers, pulling his hand from the tangled mass.

He lets out a sigh, my head riding his chest up and down with the breaths. “I think I’m okay with this, Clara. I think, but I don’t know for sure. I like you. A lot. And I know that you’re into me, too. But I see you with Jansen, and that also makes sense. You and RJ, that could be something, given time. Fuck, even you and Trips, if he can ever get over his shit, that could be real, you know?” Walker cradles the back of my head, his heart steady under my cheek.

I watch the sky brighten outside my window, waiting. There’s more. Finally, he shifts under me, his thoughts moving to the surface as his fingers trace lazy lines across my bare back. “I enjoy watching you, Clara. You’re different than you were when we first met you. You’ve changed, you’re still changing, and I’m so goddamn entranced. I want to see who you’re becoming. And each of us, we push you, we pull you, we bring out different things from you. And you do the same to us.”

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