Page 17 of Open Road (Tattooed Hearts Duet 3)

Sighing, her shoulders dropped as she looked up, meeting all of our eyes. “Do you think I was targeted? Do I have a sign on me that says gullible? Why else do bad things seem to occur to me?”

She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, and I couldn’t take it. I swept her into my arms, smoothing her hair down. I didn’t want her to be scared to live life.

“That’s it, we’re going home,” Slade said, turning around, his decision made.

“No! We can’t let someone else rule our trip,” I said sternly, zeroing on Slade. Thane stood to the side, uncertainty plaguing his features. Lennox patted me as she stepped back, standing between Slade and me.

“Simon’s right. I just got nervous, but I don’t want one bad thing to ruin this. This is the first time I’ve ever been away from home, and I love all the new experiences we’ve made. I don’t want that to end.”

Slade’s hand tightened on the door handle as he peered out into the darkness of the parking lot. He took several deep breaths before he looked at her and gave an answer.

“Fine. But the moment it gets dangerous, I’m throwing you over my shoulder and walking back to our home if I have to.”

Lennox nodded, leaning into me as Slade climbed into the van. “Why does that sound hot and like I sort of want to test him?” she asked, licking her lips.

Laughing, I pulled her to my side, and we settled into our seats. I made a commitment to myself to no longer ignore my gut feelings. Our safety, Lennox’s life, could depend on it.

ChapterTen

LENNOX

“Am I dreaming?”I whispered when I felt hands begin to roam my body. I’d had too many vivid sex dreams to discount them.

“I hope not,” a voice said from under the blankets a moment before I felt a hot mouth on my lower regions.

“Son of a bee sting!” I hissed, my body bucking up at the slight touch. The mouth did not relent, though, holding me down as he devoured me, and eventually, my body caught up and lowered back to the bed, a long, languid moan escaping me.

My hands gripped the sheets next to me as I yearned to grab hold of something, but it was still dark in the room, the curtains drawn, casting everything into darkness. I realized that there weren’t any other bodies next to me as my hips bucked, and I tried to ride the wave whoever was beneath the covers was sending me on.

My brain woke up more as pleasure coursed through me, and I tried to figure out who it was. My money was on Simon. The twins both liked to get up early and work out, the masochists. They were more alike than they liked to admit sometimes.

When the person below began to swirl their tongue and plunge two fingers into me, I was a goner. The early morning surprise had my walls tightening as I began to spasm around their digits, and the sensation I’d only experienced once before rushed over me, and I orgasmed so hard, I squirted, dousing their face in my cum.

A loud moan of approval sounded before they began climbing up my body. When the blanket fell away, I was rewarded with the smiling face of my first love, Simon.

“Good morning, Si,” I rasped, my body still waking up, my throat dry from my moan.

“Yes, it is,” he said, grinning widely at me.

“You feel proud of yourself, don’t you?” I asked, chuckling. I ran my fingers through his silver hair, the soft texture feeling nice against my fingers.

“Damn straight. I’m still the only one who’s done that, right?” he asked, some of his confidence fading.

“Oh yeah, stud. That honor is all yours.” Giggling, I pulled him closer, kissing him as we rolled over to our sides. “Where’re the other two?” I asked, hitching my leg over his side.

“Gym,” he managed to breathe out between our kisses.

“So we have time to ourselves?” I asked, feeling him grow harder against me.

“Yes.”

It was all I needed to hear as I pushed him over and straddled him. Leaning over, I took a second to adjust him at my entrance before sliding the rest of the way down. Bracing my arms against the headboard, I moved forward as my knees pressed into his sides. Simon gripped my hips, helping to pull me with each thrust. He let go with one hand and reached up, twisting my nipple before leaning forward and taking it into his mouth.

Moving my hands to his shoulders, I threw my head back, my hair falling against my skin as I picked up my speed, riding him like there was no tomorrow. Soon, Simon couldn’t focus on anything other than holding onto me, his head thrown back as he moaned.

“I’m close,” I managed to whisper, the sound hoarse.

“Me… too.”

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