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I peer up at Colin, imploring him to give me more. He lays next to me, molding his body to mine as he sucks on my nipple and fingers me deep and slow. I lose myself in them, letting the pleasure crash into me like a wave.

My thighs quiver, my body thrumming as Jude switches us, so that he’s laying on his back as I straddle him. One swift thrust and he’s buried inside me, gripping my hips and pushing me down as he drives up. His fingertips dig into my flesh as I grind down to meet him, our bodies slapping together. Colin and Cain sit on the bed stroking themselves as they watch us.

“Do you feel me inside you, owning your tight cunt?” he asks as he drives into me. “You belong to us, don’t you thistle… I want to hear you scream it.” He rubs my clit so hard and fast I can barely keep myself upright.

“Yes. Fuck, yes!” I shout.

Cain groans before taking Colin’s mouth in a passionate kiss, pulling at his hair until it falls from its bun. As Cain weaves his fingers through it, Colin takes over. The passion in that kiss makes me feel like I’m burning alive. I want everything they have to give, all at once.

Jude brings me down by my hair, so our lips meet. His switches to deep, grinding roles of his hips that send shockwaves through me. I can feel something building inside me, pushing at my insides as it becomes too hard to contain.

“You can’t run away again. You’re ours,” Jude rasps quietly, just for us to hear.

“Always,” I breathe right before plunging into another orgasm that hits me like a train.

Jude goes with me, then rolls me to our sides, spooning me from behind as we wind down. Cain lays in front of me, givingme a questioning look as he pulls me from Jude, wrapping his arms around me.

“I need you,” he whispers as he nuzzles into my neck, kissing his way up to my ear and hitting the sweet spot behind it.

He lifts my thigh, throwing my leg over his hip and pushing his way inside me. He groans, low and throaty.

“Fuck, yes. You feel sowet,” he marvels as he moves, picking up speed. Jude presses into my back, holding my hips so I’m pinned between them.

Colin lays behind Cain, murmuring filth in his ear. “Did you miss how hot and soft she is? How her pussy grips you like a vise and won’t let go until she milks you dry?”

Cain grunts, slamming into me harder. “I missed you, baby girl.”

“I missed you too,” I say around a moan, my eyes bouncing between Colin and Cain.

Colin kisses Cain’s cheek, then his neck, then the hollow of his throat before sinking his teeth into his nook between his neck and shoulder. Cain revels in the pain, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“Do you feel me working my slick fingers into you? Fuck yourself back onto them,” he orders Cain, who obeys without thought, working himself between us. “I want you to fill her up.”

Cain catches my mouth in a bruising, overwhelming kiss. I swallow his low moan as he spills inside me, pressing his fingertips into my thigh for a few seconds. Colin works himself in sure, steady strokes until he comes on Cain’s lower back. He kisses us both, but I barely feel his lips brush my cheek.

I melt into Jude, feeling equally exhausted and elated. That was by far the most intimate, physically demanding experience I’ve ever had, and I loved every second of it. Someone puts a blanket over me, and my eyes droop.

“Take a quick nap, thistle, then we’ll all clean up,” Jude murmurs in my ear as he traces circles into my stomach.

I drift into a deep sleep, surrounded by the men who own me, body, heart, and soul.

Chapter Fifteen

COLIN

Exhaustion, stress, and frustration are a bad mix. Even after a night like tonight, I can’t sleep due to the thoughts churning through my brain. Despite months of digging around and searching, we couldn’t pin down why The Skulls are going after Wisteria. What are they looking for? Who’s the mole? It drives me up a fucking wall that we can’t keep her safe—even on a secure compound.

If I’m awake, I may as well check on our security team and the perimeter of the compound. Cain and I interrogated every single person on staff that night while Jude was getting patched up, and we still don’t know who let The Skulls in.

On my walk to the bathroom, I step on something sharp, and pain slices through the sole of my foot. I hop up, and frown when I see Wisteria’s charm bracelet on the floor. The big sun charm is cracked, and I see a shiny metal object glinting in the dark. After picking apart the rest of the charm, I realize it’s a micro flash drive.

Running on pure adrenaline and gut instinct, I plug it into Jude’s laptop in his office, and my stomach bottoms out. There are pages and pages of documents detailing shipments back tothe mid 2000’s…right around the time Crystal married Father Mannix.

The drive includes dozens of pictures of deals, shipments, and merchandise too. There’s enough evidence here to blow our cover and destroy us.

There’s a file for someone named Greg Altman—an agent that was posing as a member of The Skulls. He must have been Crystal’s and Norma’s contact. The last thing I see is the kicker, though. It’s a phone number, with no name or contact connected to it.

This is way too much information. Were Wisteria’s mom and aunt in on this? Did the plant in The Skulls aim to take out two gangs at once? Is he even still there?

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