Page 104 of Bound By Secrets

He grinds his hips, his dick moving against me, creating friction for him to feel a small amount of release as he’s giving me mine.

His lips trail across my cheek and down the length of my neck.

When he adds a second finger inside of me, I gasp and a tear leaks from the corner of my eye.

Nate’s movements stop for a moment as he peers up at me, waiting to see if I’m okay.

“Don’t stop,” I croak out.

I grip onto him with one hand, keeping his body pressed against me and I widen my stance. My other hand drops between us, my arms brushing against his, until my hand wraps around his length. His eyes flutter shut, and his head drops forward, his forehead resting against my collarbone.

As my shaky hand begins to move around him, he growls against my skin and pulls his fingers out of me.

I’m about to ask him what he’s doing when he nudges my arm, moving my hand away from him, but before the words can be said, he’s dropping to his knees beneath the spray of water and hoisting my scarred leg over his shoulder.

I cringe when I catch sight of the scar that runs down my thigh, and my eyes burn when they lock onto the brand.

Nate’s hands trail across my wet flesh, landing on my arse cheeks and then his mouth descends on my thigh.

Soft kisses are placed along the length of the scar. His tongue occasionally darting out and running along the raised skin.

When he reaches the top of my thigh and the start of the burned letters, his hooded eyes raise to meet mine.

“You’re beautiful, Callie. Every single inch of you is god damned gorgeous.”

Chapter Forty-Seven

Ryker

The sound of wet skin slapping against the tiles and Callie’s soft moans travelling through the bathroom door has my dick rock solid in my joggers as I lay in Nate’s bed beside Brad.

“Think we need to give him some tips?” Brad asks, shuffling closer to me on the bed. “Sounds like he could use some help on when to fasten his pace and that, you know?”

“Shut the fuck up, man.” I reach out and attempt to push him further away from me, but his bulky body doesn’t budge. He snorts in amusement and lifts himself onto his elbow, his attention solely on me.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not listening. It’s hard not to. Her sweet little noises are echoing around the room and I can clearly see that it’s turning you on,” he states, making a point of staring at my tented bottoms.

“Yes, Brad, I can hear it. So can you, so clearly, there’s nothing that Nate needs to change because Callie is obviously very bloody happy with what he can do,” I huff, lifting myself off of the bed and adjusting myself.

“Hey, it was your idea to come in here. I don’t know why you seem so pissed off.”

“I suggested coming in here so that we could all sleep in a bed together so that Callie had us all with her if she needed us. You were the pervert that wanted to stay even though we realised they were getting it on in the bathroom!”

He gapes at me in mock horror. “You rude bastard!”

I roll my eyes and turn to walk out of the room, but the sound of Callie’s pleasure-filled screech and a long, drawn-out curse from Nate has me stopping in my tracks.

My eyes flick over to the bathroom door, and I hear the water stop running. Muffled voices sound behind the door as well as some movement.

I glance at Brad and he waves me over to the bed, his expression panicked.

“Get over here! They can’t know that we’ve been listening!” he whispers harshly, arms flailing around.

I glance down at the noticeable bulge in my trousers and then sigh before hurrying over to the bed and lying beside Brad.

As the bathroom door opens, Brad snaps his eyes shut and parts his mouth as he releases fake snores. I clamp my lips together and avoid looking at him, trying to contain my laughter.

Nate walks out of the bathroom, a white towel snugly wrapped around his hips. When he sees us on his bed, he freezes and raises a brow in question.

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