Page 71 of Judgment Day

Grey slapped my ass again, and every bit of that tension snapped, splintered in a shower of moans and cries and tears.

Lincoln hissed, “Mine.” His cock stilled as he pulsed inside me, spilling into me with a fierce, hot shudder.

Grey easily slid out of me. There was no mistaking the sound of his powerful, male grunts, of his fist pumping the slick smoothness of his cock. And then hot, thick jolts of cum coated my ass, my back, Lincoln’s cock, marking me—markingus. His voice was low and deep and sure. “And mine.”

I fell forward, resting on Lincoln’s chest. Grey collapsed with his chest against my back, planting soft kisses on my shoulder blades. Lincoln stroked my hair and gently pressed his lips against my temple.

Linc was right. We were a mess. But this—this tangled, breathless mess of sweat and bodies and cum, was perfect.

* * *

“It’s yours,” Grey said as he walked up behind me while I stared out over the water. The shore was at the bottom of the hill—a blanket of sand and rocks perfect for basking in the sun.

We’d all showered and changed. He looked every bit of rich sophistication in tan linen pants and a white button-up rolled up at the sleeves.

I pulled the thin cardigan I wore snug around my body and contemplated his words.

“If you want it,” he continued as he stood next to me. “For the girls.” He looked out over the water. “My father used to come here and watch the whales. He said it was like stepping away from the world for a while. There’s no cell phone service, no Wi-Fi, no distractions.” He inhaled deeply. “Just peace.”

I looked up at him. “And the house? It’s yours?”

“I found it when I came for Ciaran. He was raised in a small country house not far from here. I bought this place the day after I got him, just in case he ever wanted to come back.”

I would never get used to being amazed at the lengths this man went to for the people he loved.

“I can’t accept a gift that was meant for your son.” It felt wrong to accept any gifts from him at all. He’d given me enough already.

He brushed his hand along my cheek. “Then consider it a loan. Until he’s old enough to decide what he wants.”

“I’ll have to talk to Lincoln…” If I came to Scotland, I wouldn’t come alone. He had to know that. Linc would be with me, with us.

He smiled—kind, knowing, understanding. “Of course.” He lowered his head and kissed my forehead. “I’ll be inside.”

“Grey,” I said, peering over my shoulder as he walked back toward the house. He stopped and looked back at me. “Thank you.”

“You know I’d give you anything, sweet dove. All you have to do is ask.”

And then he was gone. I was alone with my thoughts, the eagles, and the calm crashing of the waves against the shore.

Behind me, footsteps shuffled in the plush green grass.

I smiled to myself. “Jesus, what’s a girl gotta do to get some peace and quiet around you two,” I teased, turning and expecting to find Linc walking up to me.

But it wasn’t Linc.

It was Sadie.

She looked like hell. Her eyes were wild. Her skin was pale. The black hoodie she wore swallowed her small frame. She held a gun in one hand and a white cloth in the other.

I started to run, but she tripped me. My body slammed to the ground, knocking the wind from my lungs. And then she was on my back, straddling me with the gun against my temple.

“Grey won’t save you this time,” she snarled as she held the white cloth to my nose. “It’s over now.”

I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. There was only darkness.

FORTY ONE

I wasn’t a king,but I’d offer her a whole fucking kingdom if I could. Last night, having her in my bed, in my arms, kept the nightmares at bay. I didn’t wake up in a sweat. I didn’t feel the sting of my past slashing against my skin. She whispered to my demons and they sat in silence, every bit in awe of her as I was. I’d do anything, pay any price, to keep her here. Even if I had to share her with him, if that was what her heart needed.

---