Page 147 of Lost in the Dark

“No,” I snorted. “I ran away because my useless boyfriend went out and cheated on me.”

“What the fuck,” Jo growled.

“Precisely.” I swiped a savage hand across my cheeks. “But I mean, what, do you usually run across lost women in fields who want to get tag teamed and raw dogged?”

“So you’re just with us as a last whirl?” Reeve asked, sounding pained as he pulled back

I let my head sink down, looking at my fists clenched in my lap, and decided to tell them another truth, even if it hurt me. “No. I’ve been having a really good time. It’s just that...a last whirl is all I’ve got.” I bit my lips to stop from sobbing again. “It’s been real nice hearing you say there’s going to be more of this, actually. It’s just that that isn’t true.”

Reeve brought his hand up to take hold of my jaw and pull my face up. Then he looked past me to Jo, and something passed between them, before he returned his attention to me. “It’s going to be.”

He sounded so knowledgeable and right, and I wanted him to be, but how? “Reeve,” I said—saying his name out loud for the first time. He brought himself to kiss my lips, and he tasted like me, and Jo, but also like him, something wild and strange, as he worked his tongue in against mine, thrusting with it like I knew he wanted to thrust inside me. I almost fell into him when he pulled back.

“That seals it,” he said. “We’re keeping you.”

I was half-a-swoon again. “What?” I asked.

“We’re. Keeping. You.” He set his forehead to mine once more. “You’re ours now. We’re going to take this all the way.”

I pulled back and rubbed at my face with both hands. “You mean there’s more?”

Jo cinched his arms around me from behind. “Yeah, Lizzy. But it’s all right. You just have to trust us, and let us show you.”

“Do you have family back home? Your people? That sort of thing?” Reeve asked.

And him asking that should’ve made me nervous, but it didn’t. “Some friends. No family.”

Jo set his chin on my shoulder. “See? I told you—when we drove by last night—the moon sent her.”

Reeve made a face at him. “As much as I want this to work, I did not sign up for you reminding me you were right for the rest of time,” Reeve told him, and I felt Jo snicker.

I attempted to look between them. “What’s going on?”

Reeve shifted himself against us and pushed Jo and I back. “What’s going on is we’re going to get back to what we started—and we’re really going to finish it—and then we’ll have you. For keeps.”

I still didn’t understand. “What do you—”

“If we tell you, you won’t believe,” Jo said, kissing at my shoulder, and Reeve nodded at that.

“It’s easier if we show you, lamb,” he said, now taking off all of his clothes as well. “Please,” he asked, the second he’d gotten his shirt off. Just like I thought, he wasn’t cut like Jo was, but he was solid as hell, and at the thought of someone like him being strong enough to both hold me when I was crying and also fuck me right...

“Okay,” I said, kicking my heels a little.

“That’s right,” he said, and his jeans were free. “Let Jo hold you again, lamb. I’m not through with that pussy.”

Jo made a satisfied sound behind me. “I’ve got you, Lizzy,” he promised, and wrapped an arm around me, starting kissing at my neck anew. I sighed in satisfaction and melted as Reeve got between our legs again.

“Get those heels around my neck,” he commanded, and I did as I was told, as he lay down. I knew he was still hard—I’d seen his cock spring out of his jeans the second they were off—but all it seemed like he wanted to do was lick me. “I love your cream,” he said, rocking his tongue in and out of me. “Can’t get enough of it.”

All I could do was relax and let out a whine. Jo’s hands had started to wander my body again—and then he tensed beneath me, right after I felt Reeve’s mouth pull away. I glanced down with my half-lidded eyes and saw Reeve had taken in Jo’s cock, watching the bigger man suck on and off of it.

“Reeve,” Jo breathed behind me.

“I need you hard again for this,” Reeve said, pulling up at last. His pupils were wide enough you could fall into them, and mine were probably the same. “I want us both in her.”

Jo picked up his head. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

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