Page 97 of Lose Me In The Shadows

His hips stuttered at her words, the promise in them. “Why don’t you tell me?”

“Mine,” she moaned, and it took everything in him not to come at her words.

It took more when Conor reached his hand over to strum Kara’s clit and play with Luke’s balls.

“Fuck you, I didn’t want to come yet,” Luke told Conor.

Conor leaned over and bit his neck, making all the blood that was left in Luke’s brain—and there wasn’t much—rush to his cock as he stroked Kara’s trembling, overwrought body. Luke leaned his chin on Kara’s shoulder and watched as Conor used the hand not playing with Luke’s balls to pinch her sweetheart clit tight. She tensed everywhere, panting as she tried not to come.

“Too bad, Boy Scout,” Conor said. “You’re gonna come and fill that bad girl pussy up full. Isn’t that right, bad girl?”

“Yesssss,” Kara moaned.

“Good. Both of you, come.”

He released Kara’s clit from between the prison of his fingers.

And squeezed Luke’s balls.

Mine, she had said.

Luke hadn’t belonged to anyone in so long, but he belonged to them.

It felt like lava had filled Luke’s cock, and now it erupted into Kara’s pussy as his vision went white. Distantly, he thought he heard Kara scream out her orgasm, and he gripped her hips tighter.

“Take it. Take me. Take all of me,” he thought he said as he blew into her for what seemed like forever.

Kara slumped against him, breathing heavily.

“Seatbelts, everyone,” Micah said.

“Seatbelts?! I don’t even have a real seat.”

“I’ll be your seatbelt,” Luke told her.

His douchey inner voice had gone quiet, just like he’d expected it to.

“Kryptonite pussy,” he said fondly.

Kara elbowed him in the stomach and crawled back into her seat, buckling the seatbelt around her. “That’s such an insult.”

“It isn’t.” Luke kept his voice gentle, easy, even though his heart sped up at what he was about to say. “All three of us, we were invincible. Teflon. And then you came along, and it was like all our strength—my loyalty, Conor’s control, Micah’s mindfuckery—was no match for your mere existence. And yeah, we connected through sex, but what’s more honest than that? I can speak for all three of us when I say you’ve beaten us, sweetheart. You’ve won.”

Her voice was quiet when she said, “What if I don’t want to win?”

“What do you mean, baby girl?” Micah asked.

“You asked me what it would take for me to stay. And I know now. I’m learning how to trust the three of you. But for me to stay, the three of you—you need to trustme.”

Luke’s heart flew out of his chest.

“Sweetheart,” he began.

There was a squeal, a thump, and they all jerked forward.

“Fuck,” Micah said.

“They found us,” Conor added, looking behind him. “They’re about to ram into us again. Can you lose them?”

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