Page 52 of Carry Your Debt

“Don’t fight, boys, there’s plenty to share,” I think I say, but my eyes cross and I don’t even know if the words quite make it out of my mouth. Any headache I might’ve woken up with is now nothing but a distant memory.

Undeterred, they clash with my clit.

With the inside of my cunt.

With each other.

Finally, the two of them take their skirmish south to the rim of my ass.

My hands shoot out, spearing through two sets of equally thick, sun-kissed hair. Gripping on for dear life, I do my best to absorb every blessed detail of the sights and sounds before me.

Two blond heads working in tandem.

Their names on my lips—hovering there like a whispered benediction.

A vision.

A fantasy.

A new addiction.

The orgasm their antics wrestle from me is of the type that rearranges the psyche. A molten heat floods my pelvis, causing every muscle in my thighs and abdomen to seize at once; jackknifing my spine like a damn stomach crunch.

It’s aggressive, raw, and all-consuming.

And it’s one thing I definitely won’t mind reliving over and over again.

Amen, in-fucking-deed.

As much asI’m digging the sweet tang of Sabine’s ass—and Hermes’s adorable efforts to top from the bottom with nothing but his tongue—I think I’m going to enjoy the little prick's submission even more.

I know my dick definitely will.

The moment Sabine’s thighs stop shuddering and her hips release, I’m rising to my knees. Her fingers slip free from my hair with the movement, and already I’m missing the vicious scrape of her nails across my scalp.

“Fuck,” she exclaims, tits heaving.

My own chest throbs while I steal the moment to drink her in. I’m so fucking greedy for more ofthis,right here: Sabine, with flushed cheeks and her damp hair plastered to her forehead. Her glazed, gray-blue gaze fixed on the hotel’s coffered ceiling, full lips parted slightly as she breathes through the comedown.

Sabine, with all of her guards down and her face soft, too busy basking in her afterglow to overthink.

It’s the only time I ever get to see this much fuckinglifein her eyes—after she’s come so hard, they cross.

I’ve known since the beginning that what she wanted—no,needed—was something easy and uncomplicated.No stringsattached.I knew it was the only way she could shut down all that Gray Man bullshit from swirling around her pretty little head. Even if it was only ever just for a few hours at a time.

And well, fuck, it’s not likeuncomplicated’s ever been a real hardship for me.

Uncomplicated’s my middle fucking name.

But this routine of hers—pulling away the second I pull out, getting dressed like her ass’s on fire, then slipping out the door like I’m just some random john in a seedy, backwater hotel?

I wasn’t lying when I told Zeus it’s no longer just about sex for me.

No strings attached?Uncomplicated?

Nah, babygirl.

See, you and I?

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