Page 79 of Peyton's Price

That was all the encouragement they needed. Matthias and Liam began to move, slowly at first but building fast. They established a counterpoint where one was entering her body just as the other was leaving it. She could actually feel their cocks sliding against each other, only a thin barrier of skin separating them.

The sensations were almost too much. The fullness and pleasure were decadent, tinged with darkness, as Matthias pistoned behind her and Liam surged into her, their thrusts building in speed and strength.

All Peyton could do was hold on, moaning as the tight tingle of an orgasm crept ever closer. Breasts swollen, she cried out when Matthias’ hands covered them from behind, his finger pinching her nipples.

It was too much. Peyton’s rhythm broke. A keening wail escaped her as she gyrated, grinding against Liam’s cock as Matthias groaned. Panting, he shuddered and moaned his release.

Her climax followed, storming through her. Nirvana tightened every cell of her body. Nearly blind with pleasure, she sobbed as Matthias withdrew, the stinging pain only another nuance of the kaleidoscope of sensations colliding inside her. Then Liam was alone, bucking and lunging up to thrust into her pussy with ragged, rough strokes. Always a bit louder, he came with a shout, plunging into her one last time while he gripped her hips so tightly he was probably going to leave bruises.

His seed was so hot it almost burned. Unable to hold herself up, she collapsed forward, falling on his chest and fighting to catch her breath.

“What the hell?” a new voice said.

Liam jerked, recognizing the intruder. Peyton jerked her head in the direction of the door.

Trick stood there, his face red, hands up as if he were in a stick-up. His eyes were wide as he took in the bacchanalian scene in front of him.

Even Matthias, who was sitting on the carpet nearly naked, didn’t seem to know what to say. Everyone just froze, staring at each other.

Peyton found her voice first. “Oh,hey,” she mumbled, still too weak to get up.

Trick shook his head as if to banish the vision in front of him, but it didn’t appear to work.

He cleared his throat. “Maggie has the flu,” he announced, as if that explained his presence.

Matthias stood, zipping up his pants as he went. He whipped off his shirt, throwing it over her as he helped her to her feet.

Liam’s face gave nothing away as he pulled his pants up. “Is it serious? Has Tahlia been given a flu shot?”

“Uh…no and yes,” Trick said, his mouth twisting. Peyton couldn’t tell if he was restraining a scowl or trying not to laugh.

Matthias coughed, taking one of Peyton’s hands. “I think we should leave these two alone to talk.”

Clutching the halves of his dress shirt together, she smiled awkwardly—more of a grimace, really—as she let him lead her out of the room.

* * *

“You’resure Maggie is all right?” Liam was embarrassed, but any health concerns in the family trumped his discomfort. Nevertheless, he checked to see if his fly was done before he waved Trick over to the dining room table.

His brother hesitated, rubbing his eyes as if he were trying to scrub certain memories from his brain. “It’s just the flu. She doesn’t even have a fever anymore.”

“Oh, that’s good,” he hedged. “Does she need me? Should we fly back together?”

His sister was rarely ill, but when she did fall sick, she went down hard. Normally, Jason, her husband, would be at her side, but his work at the FBI sometimes prevented that.

“No, she’s fine. She’s resting.”

Liam ran rough fingers through his head. “And Tahlia and the baby are okay?”

Trick threw him an incredulous look. “Yes, they’re fine…and stop avoiding the fucking elephant in the room. What the hell is going on here?”

Trick covered his eyes. “I think I need to sit down because it feels like I walked in on Maggie and Jason—only ten times worse.”

He staggered toward the chair, sitting heavily.

Liam’s neck was corded so tight he wouldn’t be able to turn his head without hurting himself. “It’s very important you remember Peyton isnotour sister.”

Trick threw up his hands. “But…but that’s how I think of her. I thought you saw her that way, too.”

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