Page 48 of Twisted Empire

All at once, his tongue swiped upward to swivel around my clit. Two fingers plunged into me, curling to press against the neediest spot inside me. With just a few enthusiastic deep thrusts, sucking me down at the same time, I was shattering apart.

As the rush of pleasure crashed over me, I shuddered against his mouth. Slade hummed approvingly, the sound reverberating into my body, and kissed me there again.

Then he was moving up my body, his fingers keeping up their steady pumping rhythm inside me, his mouth branding my belly, my ribs, my sternum, my breast. As he let my shirt fall again, he captured my lips.

The faint taste of myself on him made me shiver. He paused in his fondling to grip my thigh in balance as he fumbled in his pocket with his other hand. The second he’d torn open the packet with his teeth and slicked the contents over himself, he caught me in his embrace again.

His fingers returned to my pussy, and his lips claimed all the whimpers and moans that I couldn’t hold back. He teased me until I was jerking my hips into his talented hand, and then he swapped it in an instant to thrust the entire, hard length of his cock into me.

I almost sobbed with the pleasure of it filling me. My legs tightened around his hips. Slade gave a soft groan and gripped my ass so he could slam into me even harder.

The fresh, cool morning breeze wove around us, tickling against my bare legs and rustling through the leaves of the nearby trees. I barely noticed our surroundings though, lost in the flood of bliss this man was conjuring in my body.

He pounded into me over and over, only his grasp keeping me from tumbling off my wooden mount in our passion. Our mouths pressed together wildly, our breaths shaking.

“Oh, Piccolina,” Slade muttered in between kisses. “You’re perfect. Only you’ve ever made me feel this good. I want all your sounds, all your sweetness.”

Another gasp broke from my lips, and he thrust into me even faster. The force sent me spinning into ecstasy.

My orgasm blazed through me. Stars sparked behind my eyes. In that moment, it was only me and Slade in the whole world as he grunted out a choked sound with his own release.

We clung together for a minute, sweat-damp and sated. Slade brushed the hair back from my forehead and kissed me there, then my nose, then my mouth again.

“My girl and our girl,” he said softly. “I’ll always find a way to win that smile, no matter what else is going on around us.”

An ache filled my heart, but I believed him.

I hugged him tightly until reality sank in a little too much. When I hopped down from the horse, he helped me reassemble my clothes and tugged his own pants up. A blush colored my cheeks as we gathered the remains of our breakfast, as if someone would appear now and accuse us of public indecency.

But no one crossed our path until we were heading back through the park, having tossed the garbage in one of the public bins, and the woman walking her terrier didn’t give us a second glance. I leaned against Slade, our hands entwined, adrift on a sense of peace.

It didn’t last long, though. The moment we reached the road, needing to scan it carefully before crossing to the secluded ally, my worries started to creep back in again.

We pushed through the hedge and heaved ourselves over the stone wall without incident. With every step, though, I pushed myself a little faster.

What if something new had gone wrong while we were away? What if another catastrophe was just waiting to crash down on our heads?

Slade squeezed my hand. “It’s going to be okay, Maddie. Whatever happens, whatever comes, we’re going to get through it.”

His words reassured me enough that I managed to walk at a less panicked pace up the stairs and down the hall to Beckett’s rooms. We stepped inside to find all three of the other guys there, Logan sprawled on the sofa, Dexter perched in the neighboring armchair, and Beckett standing over them both.

Our host lifted an eyebrow at the sight of us. “Where have you two been?”

Slade moved his arm around my waist. “I was just making sure our woman got some much-needed R and R.” He paused to glower down at Logan. “Weren’t you supposed to be sleeping for at least another hour?”

“I tried,” Logan muttered. “The room was too… empty. I might be able to nap in here.” He glanced up at me and patted the cushion next to him. “Sit with me?”

How could I refuse him? I sank down onto the sofa and cuddled up to Logan’s weary form. He sighed and tipped his head against my shoulder as if he’d been waiting just for me before he could relax.

Dexter pushed himself off his chair and settled onto the floor by my feet, curling his fingers around my calf in a gentle massage. He pressed a kiss to my knee that left my heart fluttering.

Beckett leaned over the back of the couch to caress his fingers over my hair. And Slade grinned at us all as he dropped into the other armchair, as if he’d orchestrated this moment for me too.

Iwastheir woman—all of theirs—and I’d never felt it more than in this moment, surrounded by their shared affection.

We were so close to having this happiness without any threats looming over us. Please, let what we’d gotten be enough to see us through to the end.

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