Page 30 of Lost (Powertools: The Shields 2)

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Marcus called on every last scrap of patience he had while under the spell of Kennedy and Knox, both of whom were looking up at him as if waiting for him to make the call.

Kennedy chose for them. “Marcus.”

She twined her fingers through Knox’s, avoiding the appearance of favoritism. “Knox already had a turn.”

“Fair enough.” The other guy grinned, letting Marcus know there were no hard feelings. Besides, hehadgotten to feel her sweet pussy wringing him the day before as she unraveled, and Marcus couldn’t wait to do the same.

“And you can go after.” Kennedy stretched between them. “Suddenly, I’m feeling especially needy.”

“That’s what happens when you finally let yourself free.” Marcus cupped her cheek in his hand, adoring how she leaned her face into his touch. He couldn’t believe he was going to have her after all this time. That she was going to accept him in return. So what if her ex was there with them too? Surprisingly, it didn’t bother him. In fact, it helped him enjoy the moment more. He turned toward Knox. “You’ll tell me if I get carried away and push her too hard?”

“Yeah, man.” Knox cradled Kennedy as she prepared to let Marcus in. She shifted and he tensed. “Here, let me scoot you over a bit.”

Marcus realized she’d leaned on the worst of his injury by mistake. Kennedy must have surfaced enough to remember too. “How is it feeling? Do you need me to check your stitches?”

“Maybe much later, but I haven’t done anything to mess them up…yet.” Knox grinned. “And if I do, I know a doc who can put me back together again.”

Kennedy frowned, some of her urgency receding.

“Seriously. It’s fine. You make me feel so good I don’t notice anything painful anymore.” Knox kissed her tenderly. Marcus knew he was talking about far more than his physical wounds. He’d seen Knox’s agony when he talked about his boyfriend and the shadows haunting his eyes when he’d explained how he’d gotten addicted to drugs.

Sex wasn’t going to fix all that, but it was a mighty fine temporary distraction. They’d have to work on their issues and not just orgasms, though, or this would never last. Replacing drugs with the endorphin rush from fucking wasn’t a viable long-term plan either. Not by itself, anyway.

“Stop looking at me like that. Both of you.” Knox growled and reached around to smack Marcus’s ass. “Don’t let me kill the mood. Come on. Fuck.”

Marcus would have to analyze later why Knox’s command only served to turn him on more, but there was no denying his cock was ready and willing to get the job done.

“You’re sure?” he asked Kennedy. She obviously didn’t take sex lightly if she’d abstained all these years.

“If you don’t get in there right now I’m going to scream.” She clutched his shoulders, her trim nails digging miniature arcs into them, and wrenched.

Marcus couldn’t believe he was there, in bed with her and her not-so-ex, about to join them together. That didn’t stop him from doing as she directed. As Knox loosened her again with languid kisses and roaming hands, Marcus positioned himself between her legs. He held himself above the two lovers with a single straight-locked elbow, his hand planted beside their shoulders, then used his other hand to guide the fat head of his cock to her saturated opening.

The instant they connected, bare skin to skin, a flash of electricity went through him. This was a first for him too. He’d never been inside someone without a condom. It felt right to share this with her, and even Knox.

The other guy glanced down as Marcus began to feed her his dick, a bit at a time, in case she needed a moment to adapt. He shouldn’t have worried. Kennedy hooked her legs in the small of his back and tried to force him deeper, faster.

“It’s not a good idea to rush,” he warned her. “Take a minute, get accustomed to having me inside you.”

Fuck if that thought alone didn’t make him grit his teeth to keep from coming before he’d even buried himself to the balls.

“If we went any slower, I’d be dead.” Kennedy rolled her eyes and groaned when Marcus shifted within her. Knox was there, gliding his hand down her ribs then her belly to rub slow circles around her clit. She sighed and relaxed, allowing Marcus to slide in deeper. “Besides, I have toys way bigger than you.”

Well, shit. That wasn’t something he heard every day. He teased, “You know how to make a man feel special.”

She laughed at that. Full-out laughed, with him wedged halfway into her.

“If you don’t think he’s remarkable, I don’t stand a chance.” Knox cracked up with them.

“I never said that.” She melted right in front of them as Marcus settled within her. He withdrew, then drove forward with short strokes until he bottomed out. “Damn, I never had a vibrator that felt like that before.”

Marcus grunted, because he’d never experienced a similar rush of sensations when fucking anyone before. She fit him perfectly, not only because of their matching desires, but because of the whole package—their beliefs, their emotions, and their pursuit of justice, in whatever form that took.

Kennedy understood him and she still wanted him.

Badly, if the hug of her pussy around his shaft was any indication.

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