Page 98 of Breaker

Instead of apologizing for being in my space, he steps back holding out his phone. Rubbing my cheek, I glance at the screen, the image of Cora taking up my entire line of sight. My heart skips as I take in the sight of her. She’s a goddess, a perfect picture of ethereal grace bathed in a halo of shimmering gold.

“This morning?” I ask. “Breaker has her now?”

He nods. “I know,” Viper says, reading my expression. “I’d love to have her in bed with us like that.”

I note that he doesn’t say him. He says us.

All of us.

And how does that work? Do we take turns with them? Get a large bed and we all fucking cuddle? This may be the first time I’ve stopped to think about what we’re doing. We’re asking these two women to be with us.

Withus.

Both of them with four men.

The four of us are so used to doing everything together that it never crossed my mind, and probably none of theirs, that we’re expecting two women to take us to bed, stay with us, remain loyal to us, and just accept that is their life now.

Us. Us. Us.

We were trained early on that we’re a unit, a team. What one does, we all do. They weren’t. What the fuck are we thinking? That we’re all just going to fuck and live together?

“You realize he’s never going to believe her,” Viper says, snapping me back to my current problem. Him in the way of my shower.

“Who?” I ask, shoving him backward, trying to push him out the door.

“Rune,” he says, body rocking with the force of my push, but he remains planted in front of me. He’s a wall of determined muscled, wanting to talk and be in my space.

With another shove, he steps back, barely registering I want him to move. My hand slips over his tight shirt wrapped around his hard chest, making my dick spring to life.

That, I’m not in the mental space to deal with, so I ignore my thickening cock, setting aside the thoughts staining my mind, along with the many issues I’ll face later.Aftermy shower.

When I realize he’s not going to leave me alone, I give up, tugging at my laces, then pull my boots off, tossing them toward Viper, who’s leaning against the sink now, watching me remove my socks.

“Rune won’t believe we didn’t tell her anything,” Viper says. “And why the fuck did we even think this was going to work?”

“Which part?” I kick my socks aside and then turn my back to him to pull the shower curtain open.

The entire mission has gotten so far out of hand, out of our control, it’s terrifying. We had a plan. Spent four years making sure it was going to go smoothly, and then the second we took them it went sideways. Now Breaker’s gone rogue and set the entire mission into motion, Cora is in the hands of our enemy and set to marry that bastard Zane, and Delilah is so ill prepared, it’s horrifying.

“All of it,” Viper says. “The Snyder Group. Breaker as Ben. You. Me. And then the whole thing with Reaper is still a problem we need to deal with…”

Ignoring his incessant talking, I pop the button of my pants, unzip them, then hook my fingers into the waistband of my fatigues and tug.

Viper’s rambling comes to an abrupt stop.

My hands drop, pants hanging low on my hips. Our eyes collide.

Fire crashes through my blood, every single thought flooding to my cock. How many times have we done this? Showered in the large bathroom at the school? At the factory? But he’d not sucked my dick then. Now he knows the feel of me in his mouth. The taste of my skin and how my cum feels sliding down his throat. And I know how it feels to have his mouth on me.

“Shit,” he says.

I rub my chest, feeling the scar over my heart. My cock hardens even more from the way he’s looking at me, eyes locked onto my open zipper and the top of my dick like he’s remembering all those things too.

We were here just a week ago, just like this, and here we are again because Viper is shit with boundaries.

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip. “Your sexy ass is really tempting.”

“My ass is off limits.” My heart does an odd flip at just the thought of himandmy ass in the same sentence. “Not even up for discussion right now.”

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