Page 132 of Brazen Deceits

His groan makes me glance up at him through my lashes. He catches my gaze, and I know he feels it too—this crazy connection, the impossibility of this stolen pocket of time, the barest glimpse of what could be.

Of a future so unbelievable, I’d never dared to dream of it.

I close my eyes, too many feelings boiling up when they’re exactly what I’m avoiding. Instead, I focus on finally being able to give as good as I’m getting, one hand digging into Jansen’s chest, the other braced on Walker’s thigh. Rocking my hips to grind against Jansen’s piercing, I urge Walker on until he’s slamming his cock so deep, I’m gagging and crying, desperately swallowing around him. RJ’s increasingly insistent curses become a soundtrack for our fucked-up dance, and I know this is exactly what I need.

I’m right where I should be.

Walker’s hand locks my head in place, his pace picking up, each slam of his cock into the back of my throat urging me to grind harder against Jansen, all our gasps and moans mingling. Faster and faster we move.

Walker breaks the rhythm, three quick thrusts before he comes with a groan and a shudder, hot cum coursing down my throat as I swallow desperately.

Walker pulls out slowly, crouching so he can kiss me, his flavor salt on my tongue.

Jansen bucks up into me and I groan, Walker standing and dragging me by my hair to sitting, my back arched while I tryto keep the friction on my clit, a third orgasm building, my whole body a rubber band waiting to snap.

Jansen’s thrusts become frantic, Walker reaching down and circling my clit.

RJ stands from the chair, and through my haze I watch as he steps closer, his cock throbbing in his palm, his gaze stroking from my head to where I’m locked against Jansen. With two more strokes, he comes, hot bursts of cum dripping down my chest and my belly, decorating me.

And my God, it’s so fucking hot. I’ve been claimed, directed, my body wound so tight I can barely breathe.

Walker presses down on my clit, and I come undone, shuddering, screaming, incoherent, as Jansen follows me seconds later.

I clench through my orgasm, milking even more from Jansen, his groans insistent as the room quiets around us.

My body loses the capacity to stay upright. Jansen’s fingers on my hips act as my anchor while Walker’s arm braces my front, his fist in my hair operating as my spine. He twists my face to his, a soft grin matching the warm sable of his gaze. “If I could sketch you right now, princess, you’d be at the Louvre right alongside theMona Lisa. And you’d be the main attraction.”

An aftershock rocks me, coaxing another groan from Jansen and myself, as Walker kisses me slowly, his grip on my hair loosening enough for me to collapse.

Jansen cradles me close, RJ’s cum sticky between us, and his kiss is burning, his eyes, bright.

He rolls us onto our sides, still seated inside me, Walker crawling in behind me, his arm banding around my waist. I blink, my eyelids heavy, searching for RJ.

His smile is gentle as he takes in the three of us curled together in the massive hotel bed. Leaning across Jansen, one knee on the mattress, he presses a reverent kiss to my lips, something bigger passing between all of us than pure sex.

“I’m going to go back to my room, sugar. But you were exquisite.”

I force words out. “Are you sure?”

His soft smile soothes my worry. “Sleep well, sweetness. You’ve more than earned it.”

Chapter 61

Walker

Once the high of the night wears down, we all pile into the epic hotel shower, Clara a puddle of adorable half-asleep cuddles as Jansen and I take turns cleaning and holding her.

She’s precious.

She’s also brazen and foolish, too damn smart and too damn vulnerable. Every stroke against her skin reminds me she’s here, reminds me that if we keep doing this, one day she might not be.

Tucked into a clean bed, Jansen burrowing his nose against her sternum and passing out almost immediately, I lie there, holding her tight against me, waiting for her to fall asleep too.

Her fingers trace against my arm in idle movement, over and over.

I won’t push. But I should offer.

Talking about things might be new to me, but I always understood that it can help.

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