Page 22 of The Drag Race Debutante & the Detectives
But as intense as their passion was, it wasn’t enough to keep her focus completely on him. Her gaze drifted to Dane, hungry, pleading, before coming back to him, as if silently asking his permission to be naughty. She wasn’t to know his brother was only being cautious, this being her first time fucking them.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Very sure.”
He grinned at her and nodded. Who was he to deny her anything? “Dane, give our girl something to suck on.”
His brother rejoined them on the bed and kneeled by Emily’s head, and she needed no prodding to take him in her mouth again. In fact she seemed to relish it.
“Naughty girl.”
She threw him a cheeky smile, at least she tried to. He imagined it wasn’t easy, smiling with a cock down your throat, but the smile didn’t last. As Eric pounded into her, he felt her body tighten, felt her slick heat splash him with every thrust of his hips. Dane eased back and gave her room, then pumped his cock in his fist, and they both watched in awe as Emily’s body convulsed with her second orgasm, as her back arched and her toes curled and her hands fisted in the sheets.
“Oh my God. Yes. YES!”
The sight of their lover lost in her passion was enough to push Eric over the edge. He’d fought the urge to come for long enough and couldn’t hold it back anymore. Locking eyes with his girl, he let himself go, let his orgasm take hold and rode his own wave of ecstasy. Slammed his hips home so hard she’d be sure to feel it for days.
And just as he sat back, panting and satiated, still buried deep inside Emily, Dane shot his load over her breasts then fed her the tip of his dick, groaned as she licked him clean.
“I fucking love you, baby,” Dane said, then leaned down and kissed her.
“I love you, too,” she replied, her voice soft and languid. Then she looked at Eric and smiled. So beautiful. “And you. I love you, too.”
Eric didn’t answer. He eased himself out of her and disposed of the condom, then came back to the bed and hauled Emily into his lap. “So, now that you’ve had a little taste of what it truly means to be ours, are you sure you still want this?” He tucked a strand of her sweat-slicked hair behind her ear. “Are you sure you still want us?”
Emily stared at him like he’d just asked her the dumbest question in the history of dumb questions, then asked one of her own. “Are you sure you still want me?”
“Of course we want you,” he said. “I want you. I love you, Emily.”
“Good,” she said, a goofy smile blooming on her face. “Now shut up and kiss me.”
After kissing each of them in turn, Dane climbed off the bed. “Why don’t you two shower and get dressed,” he said. “I’ll make coffee.”
Emily cocked one brow as she watched Dane leave, her gaze glued to his arse. “He’s going to make coffee naked?”
Eric laughed and nodded. “He usually does.”
Chapter Thirteen
By the time Dane and Eric dropped Emily off at work and got to the station for their briefing, Dane wanted to hit something. Or someone. Thankfully his older brother was the calmer of the two, and he knew Eric would help him keep his cool.
He hated this undercover bullshit. Hated that it took them away from Emily, that it put her in danger. Hated that if they fucked this up it could—probably would—fuck up their futures within the service.
The rank of Detective.
That was their end goal.
They’d always loved solving puzzles, loved helping people, and becoming detectives ticked both boxes. And when they’d been approached about helping out with the investigation into Shane Spencer and his little drag racing club, they were promised it would help them reach their goal. That being involved in ops like this one was a good way to get noticed, a nice feather in their caps for their resumes. But when they had made it known they were uncomfortable with the undercover side of things, they’d been requisitioned anyway.
Like a piece of fucking equipment.
The only thing keeping Dane’s temper in check when they entered the building was the memory of Emily’s sweet mouth wrapped around his dick, sucking on him like he was her favourite treat. That and the memory of her hot cunt, when he’d been buried between her soft thighs and eating his goddamn fill of her.
“Fuck,” he groaned and adjusted himself, but not discreetly enough to avoid his brother’s notice.
Eric smirked at him. “Stop thinking about Emily. Getting a hard-on won’t win you any favours with this bloke.”
“I don’t care about winning favours. I just want to go back to doing our real jobs. And I don’t like that we left Em at the dealership without protection. They know she works there.”
