Page 52 of Two Chambered Heart

She had absolutely no idea what she should do with the handful of sticky cum she was still holding. But like he was reading her mind again, Kayden unzipped his leather jacket with one hand and pulled out a hand towel, as if he’d been prepared for this exact moment. Corey rolled her eyes, but realized she was smiling, free and uninhibited. She wiped her hands off on the towel, cleaning them both up as much as possible.

Kayden slowed the bike even more, and she realized Jason had turned off the highway and onto a dirt road clear-cut through the foliage. Kayden followed Jason down the path until it opened up into the rocky alcove of a small lake.

Jason cut his engine and got off his bike, and Kayden did the same.

Corey took her helmet off, swung one leg to the side of the bike, and took a breath before sliding down, unsure if her legs would hold her up once her feet got back to solid ground. She wobbled once, and then Kayden was there, steadying her.

As soon as she was vertical, she could feel come running down her legs.

Corey’s cheeks heated. And of course, Jason noticed, his eyes narrowing before an eyebrow ticked up.

They burned hotter, too much attention from him.

“Feeling better?” Jason smirked at her, Kayden sporting a matching expression.

She wanted to bite back at him, but she honestly was feeling better. This wasn’t usually how it went. Normally, when was having a bad day, she’d be lucky if it didn’t bleed into a bad week, wracked with flashbacks and nightmares, shutting down and shutting everyone out. Not that Brandon had validated her PTSD at all. He had told her she was a pussy and needed to get over it, that she’d escaped, hadn’t ever actually been raped, and that she had a good life—which was half true. There hadn’t been much to shut out. since he had never even tried with her. But the guilt just made it worse and enabled her self-destructive tendencies.

In contrast, Jason had made her food and coffee while Kayden had held her, and both of them had given up their day to take her for a motorcycle ride. Then there had been the multiple orgasms, courtesy of that very same motorcycle.

“Yeah, actually. Thank you,” she said sweetly, giving Jason a genuine smile.

Jason narrowed his eyes at her, surprised by her honest response, and not altogether trusting of her amiability.

“I think you broke her,” Jason said to Kayden.

Corey bit her lip to keep from laughing.

He stalked off to the edge of the rocky bluff where they’d stopped. Corey made to follow, but Kayden pulled the rag out of her hand and threw it in a garbage can, positioned beside a bench. Jason’s helmet was already on the bench, and Kayden put his and hers besides Jason’s before walking to the bluff’s edge to meet his brother.

The stone bluffs surrounded the entire permitter of the lake. The one they stood on was a far cry from the highest aroundthe lake, but as she looked over the ledge, they were at least twenty meters up. The water was like blue topaz below them, even with the reflection of the overcast sky.

“Are we going for a swim?” Jason asked Kayden.

“Of course.”

The guys kicked off their boots and threw their leather jackets and weapons holsters over the bench, whipping off their long sleeves and sweatpants. The brisk air had the hairs on their arms standing up and their nipples peaking. Their muscles rippled under their skin as they turned to Corey, their brawny bodies on display like an ancient sculptor had expertly cut them from marble.

Kayden looked at Corey expectantly.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath.” She gestured to her outfit.

“When has that ever stopped you?” Jason mocked.

She looked at Kayden, silently trying to convey that it wasn’t her nudity that would be the problem, but her own come from two or possibly three orgasms coating her legs.

Kayden smirked at her, and she gritted her teeth.

“What’s the problem, Little Fox?” He stalked back to her, taking the leather jacket off her shoulders and placing it with theirs on the bench.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath,” she repeated between her teeth, just for him to hear, though Jason was still watching them. She could see the lightbulb moment when Kayden realized what she was insinuating, and his lip curled up in a bigger grin.

“Embarrassed of the mess I made of you?” he asked, getting down on his bare knees in the rubble before her, his defined quads straining with the movement.

He yanked her sweatpants down around her ankles.

She wobbled, putting her hands on the cushion of his shoulder muscles to steady herself. When she was naked from the waist down, he brought his nose to the apex of her thighs, breathing in deeply, a satisfied hum escaping him on the exhale. She was only half watching the man on his knees beforeher, her attention split between him and Jason, who was looking at her with laser focus, his arms crossed over his naked chest, jaw tense, the trees in the background looming with him.

Before she even registered his movements, Kayden’s tongue was between her legs, lapping her up and licking her legs clean. His tongue ran over his own lips when he was done with her. Jason’s nostrils flared and his eyes burned.

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