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I only pump him twice, barely learning the shape and silky texture of him before he yanks my hand away. My head jerks up, and I glare at him, ready to complain, when his mouth slams down on mine, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.

Without hesitation, I respond just as brutally, both of us a little too rough as our tongues duel for battle. When he leans down, I tighten my grip on his shoulders, my nails digging deep, refusing to let him escape so easily.

Only instead of leaving, he cups the back of my thighs, then lifts me up. My legs automatically settle around his hips, his cock nestled at my core, and I can’t stop from arching against him, my pussy rubbing against his dick like I didn’t just have multiple orgasms.

But the pressure isn’t enough.

I need more.

I don’t realize I spoke out loud until a feral grin crosses his face, and he lifts me higher. “Then put my cock inside you. Let me give you what you want.”

I don’t even hesitate to reach down between us. I grasp his member and point it at my entrance. Just as the tip of him spears my folds, he drops my weight, impaling me with a single thrust.

“Fuck!” Jameson snarls, his face tortured. “You’re so tight.”

He doesn’t move for a moment, letting me adjust to his size, but a grimace twists his expression as he struggles to remain still. I swear I can feel his cock throbbing, just as impatient to move as the man himself.

Jaceson presses closer once again, reaching between us to thrum his fingers against my clit, and that’s all I need to start moving. Jameson doesn’t hesitate to follow my lead. He never once takes his gaze off my face, watching my every reaction like it’s the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

He shifts angles and depths, never slowing his pace, watching my reactions to gauge what pleases me most. Betweenthe two of them, my orgasm rushes over me so fast that I’m helpless to do anything but feel the pleasure. The orgasm is too much and not enough at the same time.

I’m still coming down when Jameson picks up his pace, slamming into me so hard that my breasts jiggle with each thrust. Jaceson pulls away, his hand slipping around my hips until he’s reaching under my ass. He gathers my slick, uncaring of his brother’s cock thrusting into me, then draws back and circles the tight muscles of my backside.

I stiffen, uncertain of the unusual sensation. I’m ready to pull away when he presses harder, barely breaching the tight ring of muscles, and an orgasm slams into me so hard that my breath is stolen from my lungs. Neither brother lets up on their relentless pace, Jameson hard and fast, Jaceson light and steady.

The scream that tears from me hurts my throat, and spots dance in my eyes. Jameson’s cock pulses as he comes, which only prolongs my release, leaving me seeing nothing but stars.

I slump between the brothers, panting hard, unsure what I ever did to deserve them.

And I’m more determined than ever that we leave this place by whatever means necessary. The guys have given me something I craved my whole life, not just orgasms or companionship, but a true sense of family and unconditional love.

No way in hell am I giving it up now that I finally got it.

Whatever happens, I’m determined that they get out alive…even if I have to slaughter everyone else to do it.

Chapter Twenty-two

HICKS

We each take turns standing guard outside of Rue’s dorm. Not trusting anyone to head off alone, we rotate showering in the room next door. Gunner and I washed first, then I sent Gunner off with Ellis when it became apparent what the twins were doing in the bathroom.

While I’m fucking jealous of the twins, I’m also happy for them. I try to allow them their privacy, but unfortunately, I can’t go far…which means I hear every fucking thing they do to her?—

her cries of pleasure, her whimpers and moans.

It’s impossible not to picture them pleasuring her in vivid detail. I inhale sharply, and fuck if I can’t smell her arousal, even through the doors. Whatever the fuck they did to me, my senses are heightened to the point of distraction.

Sounds are so sharp, I can hear air moving in and out of everyone’s lungs, the heavy thump of their heartbeats, the gurgle of their stomachs, the scratch of clothes when they shift, even the thud of footsteps when they move.

If I concentrate, I swear I can hear a rat fart from inside the walls.

The scents are almost worse, the stench of the asylum an assault on my poor nose. The only thing that keeps me from being overwhelmed is the reassuring beat of Rue’s heart. When I concentrate on the comforting sound, I’m able to ignore the rest of the world.

Which means I can hear the twins fucking her…and how much she’s enjoying it.

My cock throbs painfully, my pants so tight that they’re threatening to cut off my circulation. As much as I will it away, sheer determination isn’t going to work this time.

I smile wryly… That never seems to work when Rue is involved.

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