Page 34 of Hell to Pay

“Oh god…” she moaned. “Jude…”

My name in her mouth on the wave of her orgasm was music to my ears, and I worked her clit faster, slipping my fingers deeper and more urgently inside her until she stiffened in the moment before shudders wracked her body.

She cried out into the room as she came, her pleasure mingling with the crackling of the fire, the crickets chirping through the open door.

I buried my face in her sweetness, licking her up, wanting every drop. I didn’t stop until she lay limp and breathless, her thighs loose and open.

I rose onto my knees and swore.

Her eyes flickered open. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ll be right back,” I said, getting up from the sofa. “I need to get a condom.”

“Hurry,” she said as I started down the first-floor hall to the bathroom.

“You can bet on it, boss.”

24

LILAH

I didn’t even feel fullyconscious as I lay on the couch, waiting for Jude. The sound of the fire crackling together with the crickets outside was like a lullaby. I was completely relaxed, every bone in my body limp, my mind floating on a sea of pleasure. Even the brand on the back of my neck had stopped burning, my body preoccupied with decidedly more pleasant sensations.

I let my eyes flicker open and followed the flicker of the fire on the walls and ceiling, then noticed a shadow in the mezzanine overlooking the living room. I was about to sit up, alarmed, when the shadow shifted and I saw that it was Rafe.

He was leaning against the wall that separated the upstairs hall from the loft, his expression unreadable across the distance.

How long had he been watching? Had he seen Jude eating me out?

I held his gaze and waited for him to leave, to show embarrassment or shame for being a fucking Peeping Tom, but he just stood there, his gaze dark as he looked at my naked body sprawled out on the sofa.

I lifted my arms over my head, stretching so that my tits jutted into the air, then flung one leg over the back of the sofa so he had a prime view of my absolutely soaking wet pussy.

I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I was still a little shy about my body, still self-conscious when it was on display, but I guess my need to get under Rafe’s skin overrode my shyness because I slipped my hand between my thighs and stroked through my folds, wet with Jude’s saliva.

“Starting without me?” Jude asked, returning to the living room holding a small foil packet.

“Just keeping myself warm,” I said. “Are you offended?”

“Hell no. In fact it’s a tough call whether I want to draw you or fuck you more right now.”

“Really?” I asked.

He laughed and held out his hand. “No. I want to fuck you way more. But drawing you with your hand between your thighs is a close second.”

I took his outstretched hand, not really understanding his intention until he sat on the couch and pulled me on top of him. It was instinct to straddle his hips, and a fresh swell of lust rushed through my body as his hard cock nestled between the folds of my pussy.

I should have told him Rafe was still there, watching, but I took a perverse pleasure in keeping it to myself. It was a dirty little secret between me and Rafe — proof that he wanted me even if he wouldn’t admit it — and somehow that made it more fun, even though I knew it was really twisted.

Besides, it wasn’t like any of the Bastards were shrinking violets in the sex department. Nolan and Jude had been more than happy to let Rafe watch in Greece.

Jude pulled my head down and kissed me long and slow, but it didn’t take long for the urgency to build, another spark flaring at my center.

He grabbed my hips and lifted me up a little, then positioned his cock at my entrance. “All you, boss.”

He was giving me control again, letting me set the rules.

It was exhilarating.

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