Page 85 of Judgment Day

“Let me get that for you,” he said as he reached for the zipper on the back of my dress.

His fingertips danced over my skin, sending a shot of heat straight to my core. His touch always had that effect on me.

The door opened again, and Linc walked in. His body had healed, too, although his took a little longer than mine, and he had a scar above his ribcage. He was a riot of contradictions with his tattoos and tuxedo. But he wasmyriot.

Grey leaned in and kissed my neck before moving my hair back in place. “You look beautiful.”

“She looks fuckable,” Linc added with a smirk.

They shared a knowing look as I turned to face them.

It was still surreal, having them both, loving them both. Knowing they both loved me back. Sometimes I thought my heart couldn’t handle it. And then, they did something, like look at me the way they looked at me now, and it swelled and made more room.

“That, too,” Grey said. “Should we mess up that pretty red mouth?”

Linc reached down and started bunching up my dress. “You look flushed. Do you need us to make you come, Songbird?”

Linc stood behind me and held my dress up around my waist while Grey slid his hand between my thighs.

“You’ve made a mess of your panties, little dove.”

Dear God. I had no idea why I thought I would ever survive them both.

Grey tugged my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them. He brought them to his nose and breathed me in, then he folded them neatly and stuffed them into the breast pocket of Lincoln’s suit.

“For safe-keeping,” Grey said with a wink.

Jesus. Christ.

I swallowed, then cleared my throat.

Grey dropped to his knees and trailed his fingers up my calves, my thighs, over my pussy, as if he had all the time in the world. “She’s so fucking wet,” he said to Linc like I wasn’t even in the room.

Lincoln growled against my ear. “You do need to come, don’t you baby?” His lips ghosted over the shell of my ear.

My entire body went hot. “Yes. Please, yes.”

Grey shoved something hard and cold inside me, drawing a whimper from my lips. His fingertip pressed against my clit as he licked his lips. His finger pressed and circled. He bit his lip and groaned, as if he needed this as much as I did. And then he stood up. His face was just inches from mine, inches from Lincoln’s. We all stood there, breathing each other in.

“Be a good girl and keep my little toy in that sweet cunt, and I promise we’ll make it very,verygood for you,” Grey said against my lips.

Lincoln dropped my dress, as if that had been their plan all along—to come in here, get me hot and bothered, then leave.

I reached up and straightened Lincoln’s bowtie. Then I did the same to Grey.

“You are so going to pay for that,” I said. “Both of you.”

Grey pinned me with a dark stare. “Oh, no, sweet girl. You’re going to be the one who pays.”

Yes, please. Please make me pay.

Lincoln slapped my ass, a playful warning, and Grey growled.

“Starting now,” Grey added. “You don’t come until we say you come.”

And then they walked out of the room, leaving me dripping wet and pantyless.

Assholes.

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