Page 36 of Montana Falls
“Please.” I whimpered between his kisses. “I want both of you. I need it.”
He pulled my hair harder until I looked at him and his wicked smirk.
“Open your mouth.” He whispered as his other hand moved lower, rubbing his cock between my thighs.
I knew what he wanted without the rest of his command, so opened my mouth wide, letting him spit on my tongue. He didn’t even have to ask me to swallow it because I knew the kinky fuck and what he liked.
I also knew as he pushed his way inside of me, forcing me to take both him and Price, that I wasn’t going to be doing this as aone off. He was going to thoroughly wreck me for the rest of my life, and I loved it. Craved it. I needed them more than anything and I could no longer imagine living without them, no matter how ridiculous that sounded.
“Fuck, gorgeous.” Price panted as he started moving a little faster, the pair of them taking a moment to work out their thrusts until they matched. “Why was that so hot? I’m so fucking hard right now.” He smirked at me. “Open your mouth again. I wanna try.”
I did as he asked, and he mimicked Misha. Seeing as he cursed, and the pair fucked me harder when I swallowed, I took that to mean Price liked it. I knew I did. Even if a part of me was confused as fuck about why. I didn’t care to question it, though. Not when my brain was a little too busy concentrating on the rapid, rough thrusts of two of my men, as they kept going over and over and over again until my body almost set aflame.
This time I screamed into Misha’s kisses as I came, and he did the same. He fell apart with a moan, coming a little inside me, a little on me, in the way Misha always did. Price followed suit a second later, and the three of us collapsed onto the bench, barely managing to pull our towels back into acceptable places.
Price stroked his hand down my skin, swirling his fingers in pretty patterns.
“I love you.” He whispered to us both.
“I love you more.” I panted back. “Forever, even as ghosts.”
Misha whispered similar sentiments as we lay there for a while, just holding each other. Luckily, nobody came back in for a while, but eventually, reality began to intrude, and I knew we couldn’t stay here forever as much as I wanted to. So we made our way to the changing rooms.
A second later Price and I sat side by side on the wooden bench, still giggling and damp. I tugged my towel tighter aroundmy body, trying to savor the brief, quiet moment we’d stolen in the middle of all the bullshit…
Reality came back almost instantly, though, as I should have predicted.
Misha was opposite us, his head bowed slightly, the familiar glow of his phone screen reflecting off his face as his entire body suddenly went rigid.
I watched as his face shifted—something between shock and grim satisfaction settling into his features. He grabbed his phone tighter, his fingers swiping across the screen with that sharp, focused intensity that sent a chill down my spine. I didn’t even have to ask what had happened; I already knew. My pulse quickened, my stomach tightening as the moment stretched in agonizing silence.
“What is it,papi?”I asked, tone hard.
“John,” Misha said, his voice low, tight. “I’ve found him.”
I straightened up, suddenly wide awake and free of post sex lust. “Where?”
Misha’s jaw clenched as he scanned the alert on his screen. “The Meridian Hotel. Just around the corner of it specifically.”
The words hit me like a punch. The twins were in that hotel. They were hiding out there with the CSG members I’d managed to call down, as they grieved and panicked and were filled with pain I had slightly caused.
My heart skipped, then started hammering in my chest. John, that stupid psychopath, was right there. He was close—too close.
I could practically taste my victory or another potential loss like poison on the air.
“We have to go. Now,” I said, my voice a little sharper than I meant it to be. But there was no time for second thoughts, no time to be gentle. Every second we spent here, John could be slipping away, and worse—he could get to Hades and Ares first.They had no idea what kind of danger was lurking right outside their door.
I grabbed my clothes off the bench, shoving them on with shaking hands, the adrenaline surging through me.
Misha was already moving, his expression dark, controlled. “I’m pulling up the live feeds. We’ll catch him even if he moves again,” he said, his voice calm, but I could see the tension in his eyes.
I fumbled with my shoes; my fingers clumsy as I tied the laces of my boots. “Should we call them? Tell them to stay inside or warn about John being nearby?”
Misha shook his head, already zipping up his jeans, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. “We move now with your plan. If we spook him, he’ll disappear again.”
“Agreed.” Price added, as he hurried to make a call to the others as he yanked his clothes on, too.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to breathe, to focus. They were right. John was slippery, always one step ahead, always disappearing before we could get to him. But we had a plan, and we had the element of surprise, almost.
