Page 47 of Lost (Powertools: The Shields 2)

Kennedy groaned. “I thought I was done. Nope. One more.”

Knox smiled slow and wide at that. Her pussy clenched around his cock, which was still buried in her. This would work just fine.

“I don’t want to hurt you any more than I want to hurt her.” Marcus hesitated.

“I’m sure I can handle you if you take it slow.” Besides, he was willing to suffer some if it meant his lovers were satisfied.

Knox rolled to his side, and Marcus respected him enough not to argue anymore. He dove behind Knox, flailing over the side of the bed in search of the lube he’d stashed in the drawer of the bedside table after their escapades with Kennedy’s toys.

Knox looked straight into Kennedy’s open eyes and swore he could see her soul. “It’s a night of firsts.”

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“I’ve never bottomed before. Never had the desire to.” He shrugged. “Never had sex with someone I admitted I was in love with either.”

Kennedy halted his confessions by kissing him. Maybe she wasn’t ready for him to drop the L-bomb. Marcus either. Though the man was gentle when he spread Knox open with a lubed finger, then two. And when Knox was afraid he might lose himself inside Kennedy before Marcus had joined them, he tipped his head up and glanced at Marcus. “Go ahead. Do it.”

Marcus fit himself to Knox’s ass and pressed inside, burrowing deep enough to keep from being squeezed out again before giving Knox a moment to cope. His eyes flew open, and he clutched Kennedy to him, thrilled to be at the center of their attention and easy affection.

It meant something to him to be held by them. To be impaled on Marcus’s cock while entrenched in Kennedy’s pussy. Their arms went around him and they held him as they made love to him, showing him with every whisper and caress how glad they were to have him back.

Knox knew in that moment that he was going to be okay. Because there was no way he would ever risk messing this up. He’d found his place in the universe. The spot he’d always been meant for.

It was here, in the arms of two generous lovers and incredible people.

Whether they were ready to accept it or not, he intended to spend the rest of his life showering them with the love they had earned.

Knox kissed Kennedy, pouring his heart into the exchange. And when Marcus began to move, targeting Knox’s prostate with eerie precision, Knox knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Feels great. You’re so tight.” Marcus groaned and bit Knox’s neck.

That was the thing that broke him. That sensual, possessive gesture. Knox stared into Kennedy’s eyes, memorizing the exact shade of blue they were in that instant, like the Caribbean Sea, which he’d only ever seen in ads on TV.

“He’s going to come,” Kennedy warned Marcus.

“I know. I can feel him clamping around me.” Marcus groaned. “Me too. Can’t hold back this time.”

“Don’t you dare,” Knox snarled as his balls drew up tight to his body and the first pulse of come shot from his cock.

“I’m with you!” Kennedy cried.

Knox wasn’t sure which of them fell first, but within instants they were each writhing and emitting guttural sounds that might have been pain leaving their souls and rapture replacing it. They clung to each other as the intensity of the moment rushed through them, amplifying each other’s reactions.

Knox’s ass milked Marcus’s cock dry even as he flooded Kennedy’s pussy with his own release. She drew every last drop from his balls with the rhythmic contractions of her rings of muscles.

And as they lay there, catching their breath then dozing off, still connected, Knox had never felt so secure in his place or sure of his purpose. This wasn’t fooling around. It was forever.

As he watched over them sleeping, he swore he would do anything, even become the man they deserved, to ensure he never had to give them up. At least that’s what he thought until his phone buzzed on the nightstand and the message he received made it clear that he would never be free to make those sorts of commitments.

Knox spent the rest of the night staring up at the ceiling, trying to think of a way out of the trap he’d been caught in since he was seventeen. Addiction had destroyed him, but if he wasn’t careful, he could be the poison that spoiled Marcus and Kennedy’s lives.

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