Page 41 of Martyr
Kade grips Saint’s jaw, catching his motion, and tips his head. He kisses him deeper, their mouths opening. Tongues sliding.
Hot.
Hot, hot, hot.
Reese teases my clit, his fingers featherlight, until I squirm against him. I can’t look away, but I would bet money that he’s hard, too. I tear my gaze off Saint and Kade and twist, throwing my leg over Reese’s lap.
Let them have their moment—I want to chase this one.
Reese immediately leans in and kisses my collarbone. I roll my hips forward, grinding on his erect cock. His knuckles bumpme as he fists it, pumping slowly, and when I rise, he runs the tip of it down my center.
I lower, taking him inside me, and exhale shakily. His lips trail to my throat, and my eyes close. His hands areeverywhere. On my hips, palming my breasts?—
Another hand drifts between my legs, and my breath stutters. I open my eyes and glance over my shoulder, meeting Kade’s gaze. It’s his hand between my legs, his other on my breast. He pulls at the bar in my nipple, sending tingling pleasure straight through my chest.
He presses on my clit. Pinches it.
“Oh,” I gasp.
Reese takes my chin and redirects my face back toward his. He kisses me hard, his hips rolling to thrust himself deeper inside me. Poor Reese—I hadn’t moved. I lift now, lowering myself. He slides into me easily.
While Kade plays with my clit and my nipple, Reese’s hands move elsewhere. From my throat down the center of my chest, to my hips. Back up, tangling in my braid.
Too soon, the pleasure builds into an unstoppable force. Kade’s patience, Reese’s slow strokes—it’s too much. I gasp into Reese’s mouth, my back arching. Even with closed eyes, I see white for a long moment.
“Worth the wait.” Kade’s lips brush my ear. His breath is warm. He steps back, and cooler air touches my spine.
I hadn’t realized he was so close.
But—Saint. I whip my head around and find Saint leaning against the wall, exactly where Kade left him. His eyes are wide, his lips swollen. His cock stands straight out, and he seems just as shocked as me.
Reese nips my neck. “The vodka has stolen my ability to fuck you properly, golden girl.” He pats my ass.
Carefully, I lift off him. His cock, too, is an angry red. It’s wet from my arousal, but he ignores it to help me to my feet.
“Artemis will take my room,” Kade says. He’s already dragging his jeans back into place. “Saint and Reese, double up in the spare room. I’ll take the couch.”
That seems to kick everyone into motion. Everyone except me anyway. My mind seems to have fractured from the climax—brought on with an astounding assist by Kade.
Saint comes over and grabs his clothes, turning away to get dressed. Reese seems less concerned, although he follows Saint down the hall, and I’m left with Kade.
He holds out his sweatshirt.
I debate for a second, then take it from him. The warm, heavy fabric swamps me, and I sneak a deep inhale before my head pops out. The hem hits me mid-thigh. My panties are still in place—funny how that happened. Howallthat happened with the center strip shifted a bit to the side…
“This doesn’t change anything,” I finally say. “I still don’t trust you.”
“Good.” He shakes his head. “I have lies built on ulterior motives, Tem. You shouldn’t trust me.”
A chill sweeps through me.
I point to his shirt. “You did all of that without taking it off.”
“Yeah.”
“You took off your jeans, knowing you weren’t wearing underwear, before your shirt.”
His chin rises.
