Page 68 of Murder & Mayhem

I lift her off me just enough to line my dick up with her entrance, and as she sinks down, her eyes land on mine again. “Yours,” I murmur, before fusing my lips to hers.

She bobs up and down on my dick until we’re both coated in sweat and delirious with need, then I lean back on the desk and bring her with me, granting Oliver the access he needs. With my hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks, I control her movements as he works her up until she can take his cock in her ass. I watch her face, riveted as he takes his time stretching her. The deep flush on her cheeks matches her hair, and there’s a glassiness in her eyes that’s purely orgasm induced. Her plump lips are parted in a silent O as short puffs and small whimpers escape between them, but what I love the most is how her eyes never leave mine.

“Cain,” she moans, arching her back in pleasure.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

“More.”

“Come for us. Come all over my cock then Oliver’s going to take that ass of yours.” She groans, and I feel her pussy flutter before she clamps down around me. It takes everything in me not to lose my load there and then as she cries out.

When she relaxes again, Oliver begins to push his way inside her, the two of us sending her back up that cliff toward oblivion again. I’ve never double-teamed a girl before, and the tightness as Oliver seats himself fully in her ass is more intense than I expected. When he’s all the way in, he meets my eye over her shoulder, and we begin to move in tandem, easily finding a rhythm that works for all three of us. Despite the fact she’s already come twice, it doesn’t take long until Red is crying out again, and this time Oliver and I both follow her over that cliff.

Chapter 24

“I need to see Luc,” I say once we’re all cleaned up and dressed again. “Is he okay?”

“He’s around here somewhere,” Cain answers distractedly while he rummages in one of his desk drawers. “We didn’t tell him anything, but he’s fine.” He pulls out a burner phone and turns it on, checking it’s working before handing it over. “There’s a tracking app on it. Only Oliver and I have the number.” I go to take it from his outstretched hand, but he holds on to it until I meet his gaze. “Keep it on you at all times, and call one of us if something happens.”

I nod, holding his gaze. “I will. I’ll be fine.”

He still doesn’t look convinced, but the fact that he’s letting me walk out of here at all is a miracle in itself. For a brief moment there, I thought he was going to chain me to his desk and refuse to let me leave ever again. But thankfully, he saw the potential in my plan, or maybe he’s just starting to realize I can take care of myself.

They don’t let me leave without another round of panty-melting kisses that have me nearly forgetting I'm on a tight timeframe and debating going for another round. Although my pussy and ass are worn out from earlier. Cain definitely followed through on his promise, and the two of them fucked me all over the office in every conceivable position, either together or one at a time, while the other watched. As I leave the office and walk down the hallway, I can feel the ache between my thighs, and I know I won’t be forgetting about today any time soon. Hell, I will have to be careful that neither Enzo nor Dante notices the awkward way I’m walking.

Reaching the game room, I poke my head through the door and breathe a sigh of relief when I find Luc inside. I hadn’t doubted Cain or Oliver’s ability to look after him, butman,is it good to see him with my own eyes. He’s focused on some football game on the TV, and as one of the players scores a touchdown, Luc and the others cheer. He’s smiling as he turns to say something to the kid beside him. Noticing me standing in the doorway, his smile grows bigger, and I return it with a bright one of my own.

He gets to his feet and comes toward me. “Hey, where have you been?” I gesture for us to talk elsewhere, and he follows me out as we walk toward the back of the building and out the emergency exit door. “Is everything okay?” he asks, looking more concerned this time.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.”

His brows furrow, not believing me. “Sawyer, where have you been?”

“I’ve been doing a job for the Rejects,” I explain vaguely, not wanting to share any more details with him.

“A Reaper job?” I stand frozen, gaping at him. He snorts. “I’m not an idiot. You might not tell me things, but I see and hear plenty. We have lived in a tiny apartment with paper-thin walls for the last five years.”

Well, fuck.

“How long have you known?”

He shrugs, thinking it over. “A couple of years.”

My eyebrows hitch. “And you never said anything?!”

“I was waiting for you to bring it up.”

Fuck, well, now I feel bad. “I was trying to protect you—” I begin, the excuse sounding weak even to my ears.

He waves me off. “It’s fine, Sawyer. I understand—sort of. I didn’t bring it up to make you feel bad; I’m just sick of the secrets. If something’s going on, I want you to tell me.”

I chew on my bottom lip as I think about how to respond. “There’s about to be a war between the Rejects and Antonellis, and probably the Grim Bastards.”

“That’s why you freaked after seeing me talking to that skinhead—The Bastard.”

“Yeah,” I admit.

“And why you asked Oliver to talk to me.”

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