Page 34 of Lost (Powertools: The Shields 2)

In a sense, she’d admitted to him that she needed Knox. He just hadn’t understood that was a possibility, and neither—he believed—had she. But watching her face as Knox plowed her ass with long, slow strokes that Marcus moved in counterpoint to, he knew it was what she’d always desired.

Overwhelmed with gratitude and pure blazing rapture, Marcus leaned across Kennedy and captured Knox’s mouth with his own. The kiss they shared was artless and raw as they concentrated on keeping their strokes within Kennedy steady and languid. Their cocks rubbed against each other, only a thin bit of her body separating them.

Andthatseemed to finally be enough for Kennedy.

She clamped down on them both, clutching them within her, hugging them with her body as she shattered around them. She clawed at Marcus’s back and squeezed Knox’s flank, holding them tight against her as she spiraled into a powerful and long-lasting orgasm.

Neither man had the power to resist her reaction. They fell with her, coming, rocking until they were spent and melted into a pile of cuddles and kisses.

None of them ruined the moment by talking or putting even a millimeter of distance between them. Instead they wound down together with a series of soft touches, easy kisses, and sighs.

Before long, Knox and Kennedy’s breathing became the measured inhalations that only accompanied slumber.

While Marcus’s body might have been exhausted, his mind was not ready to disengage. So he lay there the entire afternoon, watching Knox and Kennedy snuggle in his arms, wondering when they were going to realize that they didn’t need him to chaperone them and kick him out of his own bed.

Somehow that thought wrecked him even worse than it would have when he only cared about Kennedy. Because now Marcus understood why she’d been so hung up on Knox, and thought it would be easy for him to fall under the other guy’s spell if he wasn’t careful.

That was dangerous business. Until this operation ended, they were in jeopardy of being manipulated. Of being played. He had to remember where Knox came from and what his old buddies would be willing to do to either get him back or make sure he was never a problem for them again.

Otherwise all three of them were going to pay the price.

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