Page 150 of Reckless Hearts

“Jesus,” he chokes out. “I—fuck.”

“Yeah,” I growl, adjusting my grip on his hips. “You feel that? That’s mine.”

I pull back and thrust in again, the angle pushing him deeper into her. She gasps, arching her spine, her nails cutting into my shoulders as the force of it rocks her too.

“Oh my God,” she breathes.

Colt bucks beneath her, helpless now, caught between us.

“That’s it.” One hand holds him firmly in place, the other tangled in her hair. “Let us ruin you.”

The rhythm builds fast. Colt fucking up into her, me driving into him, her body caught in the middle and shaking with each thrust. We’re a tangle of breath and skin and friction and heat, and there’s no space between us anymore.

No air. No past. No future.

Just this.

Them.

Us.

My mouth finds hers, and I swipe my thumb across Colt’s lips, pushing it deeper when he opens because I fucking need both. Their moans mix with mine, ragged and breathless and desperate.

“I’ve got you,” I promise again. “Both of you. Always.”

Colt’s hands claw at the sheets, teeth sinking into me. Callie’s eyes close, her cries ragged.

“You’re close,” I grit, my hand sliding around his waist, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “I can feel it.”

He whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, and Callie nearly shatters on top of him.

“Mav—” she gasps, eyes fluttering. “I’m gonna?—”

“Then come for us, baby,” I growl, pounding into Colt harder now. “Come all over his cock while I ruin him.”

She cries out, her whole body locking up as she splinters apart. Colt shouts, hips jerking as he spills into her, and I don’t stop, don’t let up, riding them both through it, every muscle in my body straining.

The sight of them, undone, shoves me right over the edge.

“Fuck—Colt—” I slam in deep one last time, burying myself in him as I come, heat flooding through me, eyes squeezed shut as the world whites out.

I collapse to the bed, taking Callie with me, sandwiching her between us.

We’re a pile of limbs, sweat, and shaking breath as I press my forehead to Callie’s, one hand still gripping Colt’s thigh.

For a long moment, no one says anything. We just breathe. In and out.

Colt groans weakly. “I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

Callie lets out a choked laugh and leans forward to press a kiss to his jaw. “Pretty sure Maverick broke you.”

“I’m okay with that,” Colt mutters, boneless.

I smile and press a kiss between her brows. “You’re mine,” I say quietly.

Callie cups my cheek. “Yours.”

I kiss her, all the heat stripped back to something deeper. Something that feels permanent.

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