Page 127 of Without a Trace
Alden’s hand slid up my back. “Fuck, look at her…”
“She’s fucking perfect,” Trace breathed. “Always was.”
His grip tightened on my thighs. His pace turned urgent, undone.
“Scarlett—” he gasped.
“Give it to me.”
And he did.
He came with a moan so deep and gutted it didn’t even sound human—arms around me, forehead pressed to mine, breath caught in his throat.
But I kept moving. Slower now. Savoring him.
Because this wasn’t just release.
It was surrender.
And he gave it to me like it was the only thing left he had to offer.
Scarlett
Iwalked to the shower, owning the fucking night.
Turned the water on hot.
Let it steam and pour over my skin, washing away sweat and moans and everything but the ache still pulsing between my thighs.
I knew they’d follow.
Didn’t look when I heard the door open.
Didn’t flinch when Trace stepped inside—watching me as if id stepped out of a dream. Alden followed, eyes trailing down my back, cock hard, jaw set.
Trace’s hands gripped my hips, lips ghosting over the back of my neck. “You still want more, Sunshine?” he whispered, voice rough enough to scrape bone.
I dropped to my knees in front of Alden, water pouring down my back, steam curling around my body.
I took him into my mouth slow—wet, deep, throat open—moaning as Trace pressed against me from behind, pushing me to my hands.
A growl came low and raw as he slid into me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, fingers digging in. “You’re still so goddamn tight.”
Alden’s hand threaded into my hair, guiding me deeper, groaning as I sucked him down to the base. “She’s filthy,” he muttered, voice strained. “Fucking perfect.”
I whimpered, mouth full, moans vibrating against Alden’s cock as Trace began to thrust—slow at first, then harder, his hips slamming into me with each stroke.
Water splashed.
Bodies collided.
Trace didn’t hold back, growling every time I clenched around him. “You’re gonna break me,” he moaned. “Making me fucking lose it.”
Alden was unraveling too—his hand tightening, eyes glazed, lips parted as I licked and sucked and moaned around him.
“Jesus, Scar,” Alden groaned. “You’re unreal
