Page 7 of Nomad

“Can we take these off, princess?” Joke asked, his voice a mere rumble near my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped into Mason’s mouth. Mason grunted, and together, he and Joke worked on sliding my sweatpants down and off. Then suddenly, I was on my stomach, and Joke was behind me. The cool air of the room washed over my body, and I shivered. But when Joke gripped my hips, then slid his hands up my torso, warmth flooded me all over again.

“You want us, princess?” Joke asked as he slid his hands back down to hook his fingers inside my thong. I only managed to nod as he slowly pulled my thong down my thighs before tossing them aside to land somewhere on the mattress.

“I can’t hear nodding,” Joke said, lightly smacking my ass.

I squeaked in surprise. “Yes. Yes, I want you both,” I begged.

“Good girl—fuck, baby,” Joke growled, his breath punching from his lungs on a gasp. “Little warning?”

I turned my head to look over my shoulder, my breath stalling in my lungs at the sight of Mason’s massive frame looming behind Joke. He had one hand on Joke’s shoulder, and he was staring down at Joke’s ass, his fingers no doubt inside Joke’s body.

My breath escaped from my lungs on a rough exhale when Joke suddenly slipped his fingers between my folds. A growl sounded from his throat, and my vision went a little hazy with lust when he raised his fingers to his lips to taste me. A pathetic whine crawled up my throat, and I pushed back on him, sucking in a sharp breath when his cock slid along my slick pussy.

“Fuckin’ needy little thing, aren’t you?” Joke growled, his hands palming my ass cheeks. He yanked my hips back, and then, he was sliding inside of me. My eyes rolled back in my head, and the neediest moan slipped up my throat, echoing in the room.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Joke snarled as he leaned over me. His lips found my spine as his hands slid under me, curling around my shoulders. “Mason, get inside me. I’m not gonna last long. She’s so fuckingwet.”

I knew the moment Mason slid inside of Joke because Joke grunted, and his breaths stalled before he groaned, his fingers tightening around my shoulders. “Fuck,” Mason snarled, echoing my exact thoughts.

All I could do was cling to the sheets beneath me as Mason fucked Joke and Joke used me. Everything was so fucking good. Almost too much. And I couldn’t get enough. Sweat clung to our bodies. I felt like I could barely breathe, and every punch of Joke’s hips knocked the breath from my lungs and ripped a breathyughnsound from my abused throat.

I had no idea how many times I came. I didn’t know what I’d babbled. I could barely hear anything through the ringing in my ears. All I knew was that when both men had finally finished, I was a sweaty, cum-drunk mess, and I wanted cuddles.

“Hey. Macie? Princess?” I was suddenly rolled onto my back, and Mason and Joke were both looming over me, concerned expressions on their handsome faces. Joke began checking my body, and Mason cupped my cheek.

“You with us, little one?”

“Uh-huh,” I managed. My lips didn’t really want to work. I’d never been fucked so good in my life that I just lost myself in some weird headspace, only able to focus on how good it’d felt every time Joke had fucked up into me.

Mason chuckled and leaned down to kiss my jaw. “She’s good, Joke. Just all fucked out.”

Joke blew out a harsh breath, moving back up the mattress to stare down at me, his brows furrowed. “You scared me, princess.”

“Sorry,” I murmured. My eyelids drooped closed. “Sleepy. Where’s Parka?”

A moment later, Parka was placed in my arms, and Mason worked on tucking me in. Then, I was sandwiched between the two men again while the blizzard continued raging outside. But my eyelids were too heavy to keep open, and Parka was purring against my chest, lulling me to sleep.

“We’re not letting you go,” I heard Mason murmur as his rough fingertips stroked over my cheek.

A dopey, stupid smile tilted my lips. “I know,” I slurred before sleep officially took me.

It wasn’t like I wanted them to let me go anyway.

7

Mason

The blizzard outside was beginning to calm, which meant our time in this room was coming to an end. The power still hadn’t come back on, but we were managing to stay warm by crowding around each other and bundling up together in bed. And sex.

So much sex.

Macie was insatiable, and honestly, we couldn’t get enough of her. Never wanted to. And I was hoping she knew we wanted her to come on the road with us. There was no way Joke and I could leave her behind and be the same again.

She’d walked into our life and blew it to fucking pieces.

Loud purring right beneath my chin dragged my eyes open, and Parka snuggled closer to me, seeking my body heat since Macie had abandoned the kitten in her sleep to snuggle against Joke. Feeling eyes on me, I lifted my head, catching Joke’s dark eyes.

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