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Faye is quick to do what I tell her and falls back onto the bed, her legs open, her glistening pussy on display. Lawson strips out of his clothes as I move into place between her thighs. I need a taste of her before anything else. I run my tongue along her slit, and she moans my name, hands going to my hair. I watch as I show her pussy attention as Lawson moves in.

“Suck my dick, baby,” he says gruffly, stroking the thick shaft.

Faye turns her head to do as he commands, wrapping that sweet mouth of hers around him. Fuck if the sight doesn’t have my cock twitching for the same attention, but first, I want her pussy. I’ll get her mouth later.

I take her with my tongue, fucking her with my fingers until she comes moaning around Lawson’s dick.

Deciding I need more of her, I jerk back and get to my knees, line myself up, and slam inside her. Fucking her hard, I take her fast, pounding into her like my life depends on it. When she tightens around me, I know she’s about to come. I lean down and suck one of her nipples into my mouth while Lawson pinches the other.

The room fills with groans of pleasure as the three of us find our releases together, and I swear, for the first time since Florida, I feel whole. And this is just the beginning. I’m nowhere near done with either of them.

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“That was amazing,” Faye whispers, curling up between Lawson and me hours after I first got my mouth on her again. Our cocks were still seated inside her, mine in her ass this time, while Lawson’s still in her pussy.

Neither of us seem ready to pull away from her or each other. We’d done several positions throughout the afternoon. Me fucking Faye’s pussy for a second time. Lawson’s cock in my mouth. Faye going down on me. Me fucking Lawson while he fucked Faye. Both of us fucking Faye. The past hours have been nothing but relentless fucking our brains out, using the excess energy that’s been building for a while now.

“We still gotta talk,” I rasp, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, cupping one of her tits in my palm.

“I know.” The words are nothing more than a breath off her lips and I know she’s gonna pass out from sheer exhaustion of what we’ve been doing here in this bed.

“Rest first, we’ll talk afterward,” Lawson says soothingly. “We all need sleep.”

I couldn’t agree more, but we all need food as well. Figure, I’ll order us some pizza and wings. Faye’s favorite. They can rest until it gets here and then afterward, we’ll talk. Neither of them can keep putting it off. Not when the future of us is at stake. I won’t lose either of them, and I intend to make sure they know I won’t let that happen.

There’s also the fact of an unknown threat that was attached to Shawna’s body. Cervantes surely can’t think we won’t come after him for the part he played in this. He didn’t have to take Faye from the hospital when he took Shawna, but he did, and he needs to pay for that. I don’t give a shit he gave her back. Faye belongs to me, me and Lawson, and I’m not about to let it go without payback.

No way in hell.

First, I’ll get shit straight with Finn and Faye’s brother. Find out what the fuck we have to do to stop this shit. Shit that she’s yet to talk to me about, but we’ll be discussing it in a bit. Then I’ll go after those who hurt Faye and make them pay. You don’t mess with me or mine without paying the consequences, and I’m not about to let the fuckers slide under the radar without paying the toll with their blood.

CHAPTERELEVEN

FAYE

“Wake up, Tink,” Brake murmurs and kisses the shell of my ear, waking me.

“Hmm, I don’t wanna.” I snuggle deeper into the cocoon of both Lawson and Brake. The two of them wore me out, and I’m not ready to come out of it.

“Baby, you gotta eat.” Lawson chuckles softly.

It’s then I smell the pizza aroma.

“Pepperoni and extra cheese?” I ask, peeking up at Brake.

“And mild buffalo wings.” He grins.

Smiling, I open my eyes fully and stare at him, then Lawson. “What time is it?”

“It’s late,” Brake answers, leans in, and helps me sit up while Lawson readjusts himself to sit against the headboard.

Lawson pulls me into his lap and presses a kiss to the side of my neck.

“I need to put a shirt on,” I murmur.

“No, you don’t,” Lawson responds and cups my breasts in his palms.

“Yes, I do,” I moan and nearly start panting when he pinches my nipples.

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