Page 104 of Breaker

And she’s okay.

“Breaker sent this picture this morning,” Striker says, tucking a damp strand of hair behind my ear as I lean in to look closely at the image.

She’s so beautiful, framed in gold light, hair blazing with fire highlights, splayed out on a creamy pillow case. The corner of her mouth is lifted in a grin, and she looks content. Her eyes look a little haunted but she’s okay.

She’s okay.

“She’s with him?” I ask as Viper tucks his phone away. “How?”

The two men exchange a look then Striker says, “Things have been set into motion.”

“What does that mean?” I ask moving to a kneeling position on the bed, gripping the towel over my breasts with a clenched fist. Hope springs to life in my chest. “Does that mean I’ll go back soon?”

The two men glance at each other.

“I’ve been doing what you’ve asked,” I point out. “I’m training for whatever it is you want. I’ve been—“ I was about to say a good girl, but I stop myself.

My head is completely fucked.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Viper coos. “You have been a good girl haven’t you?” Viper drops the material on the bed next to me as he drags a finger along my jawline. “Our girl has listened to everything we’ve said and been working so hard.”

My cheeks heat, knowing he’s not just referring to this past week of practice but also to the day in his room.

“She has been,” Striker says, taking a step closer to both me and Viper at his side. They are so different from each other. Striker’s muscled yet tall and slightly leaner, with warmly tanned skin where Viper is so fair, with light freckles and he’sjust fucking huge, stocky and cut like a wrestler. “We’ve been so focused on your training, Princess, we’ve neglected you, haven’t we?”

Viper inches even closer, so their arms brush. My gaze snags on the way they’re touching, remembering how the last time we were together, Viper jerked Striker off while Cora was on her knees before him. The memory creates a slick heat between my thighs.

Striker’s velvety voice cracks though my thoughts. “I think our Princess needs some attention.”

“Have you missed us?” Viper asks, thumb hooking in a belt loop. The outline of his dick trapped in his pants is obvious and so tight it looks uncomfortable. Like he can read my thoughts, or the fact I’m staring has him gripping the waistband of his fatigues. He pulls them away from his body, abs rippling as he slides a hand in his pants and repositions his hard length. I don’t bother looking away.

In fact, I feel a smirk forming.

“I think the way she’s fucking you with her eyes says she’s missed us,” Striker says making my eyes drag up to his. The gold color flares with fiery heat, and something else, something slightly darker like that night in the club when they were there to claim us before they even took us.

My gaze drops to his hand as he grips the waistband of his pants. My pussy clenches. He backs way. Pops the button. “Lie down. Feet on the edge.”

The shift from his warm tone to this hard command sends electric through my blood. It’s suddenly too hard to breathe. His zipper grates down.

“Come onmo leannan,lie back.“ Viper grips his pants and slowly, teasingly, he undoes the button, hand pausing when it comes to his zipper. Like he’s waiting for me to listen before continuing.

I sit down, inching forward, then place my feet on the edge of the bed, as I lean back. The towel falls between my thighs, covering me. I let my legs fall open slightly watching as Viper frees himself. If I listen I get rewarded. And I want them so bad, I’ve wanted them again so much, that craving knitted up so tight in my belly, that I lean back on both elbows, feeling the towel loosen slightly over my breasts.

Striker steps up next to him and my lungs deflate as I watch him free his hard cock. He strokes himself, slowly, lewdly, putting on a show for me.

They both are.

Stroking themselves for me.

Striker’s long fingers touch my knee. My eyes flicker up to his masked face. “Open for me. Let us see.”

My legs fall open easily, before he’s even finished talking. Striker pulls the towel aside, tugging until it falls open completely.

The groan Viper emits makes me want to please them. I take my lower lip between my teeth, watching him look at me, then my gaze drops lower as he takes a long stroke down his thick cock. He’s so hard, pre-cum glistens on his slit. Every single fiber in my being wants to sit up, and lick that fat head, lap the salty, earthy drop from him.

My gaze shifts to Striker, his thick delicious cock is leaking for me.

They both are.

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