Page 112 of F*ck Steal Kill

I hummed around Max as another orgasm built. Quentin squeezed my hips, pulling me up and off Max as he kissed me, spilling his seed in me as he shuttered.

“Fuck, Temptress. That was amazing.”

“My turn,” Max said, pulling me from Q. He kissed the scowling man before wrapping me in his arms and laying us on the bed on our sides. Lifting my leg over his hip, he gently pushed into me, giving me slow and deep thrusts as my body recovered.

When he noticed I was ready, he pulled us closer, kissing me as he picked up speed. My body was so boneless, and I held onto him as he snapped his hips, pistoning his dick in and out. Moaning, I dropped my head back as I clawed his back, my body vibrating with pleasure.

“Yes, god, yes, Max. Right there,” I cried, feeling every flick of his hips and twitch of his dick. It didn’t take us long to find our release, and I fell over the edge, tumbling into the abyss as the orgasm crashed over me.

“That was amazing,” I wheezed. “Grady?”

“Yeah, mi chispa. It was better than I expected. I’d definitely let you do that again.”

“Yeah?” I asked, tears pricking my eyes.

He smiled, kissing my lips as he pushed my hair back from my sweaty face. “Anytime, Holland. Love you, baby.”

His words settled in my heart, and I basked in their warm feeling.

“Next time, you should peg Quentin, and I’ll let him top me,” Max said, shocking us all.

“Um, no,” Q said, shaking his head.

“It’s good,” Grady said, shrugging his shoulders. “Your loss for being scared.”

“I’m not scared,” he scoffed. “I’ll top Max, though, if he wants.”

“Only if you’re also being topped, Q. All is fair in love and anal,” Max teased, making us all laugh.

“Maybe,” Q said after it had been quiet.

“It’s a start,” Max mumbled, pulling me closer. Feeling empty without one of them in me, I stroked Max since he was behind me until he was hard. Lifting my leg, he pressed in, kissing me as he stilled.

It was the ultimate form of intimacy for me, something I hadn’t known I’d like as much as I did. I was glad the guys didn’t seem to mind the cockwarming either, since I often hopped from one to the other throughout the night as we spooned like a Goldilocks of dicks.

But after sex, I always wanted more, the need to feel them in me so I wasn’t so empty. The act made me feel connected on every level, keeping our bodies intertwined and together until morning.

It often led to more sex, but not always. And with how tired we all were tonight, I didn’t see it happening, but it was lovely... like our genitals were holding hands.

“Night, sweetheart,” Max sighed, nuzzling into me as he held me.

“Night,” I yawned, barely able to keep my eyes open.

Kisses woke me the following day, a hardness still between my legs. Pushing back on the owner of the cock, I moaned as it shifted and hit my G-spot.

“We gotta get ready for brunch,” Grady said in front of me, the owner of the lips kissing my neck.

“Fine,” I pouted, tilting my head back to find Quentin sleeping.

“Don’t even think about it,” Grady warned, grabbing me and pulling me off Q before I could have fun. I moaned at the loss of him, giving Grady a bigger pouty lip. He pulled it down, nipping it as he held my lip.

“You can hang a bucket off it now,” he teased, not falling for my pout. “After brunch, we’re stopping by Dora’s. Bella made you something. So, no time to dawdle.”

Sighing dramatically, I let it go and got ready, knowing he was right. Grady’s family was great, and I loved spending time with them. It made me feel like I had my sister back in many ways. Add in Ava and Lukas, and I had all these people I cared about now. It was weird, but it made my life full. Murder and sex weren’t the only things in my life anymore.

An hour later, we pulled up to the address Joy had sent. It was a grand house, one I never thought any of us would live in. It proved how far we could go now that we weren’t bound to Foolshope.

Knocking on the door, I wasn’t surprised when it was immediately opened, and Joy jumped into my arms.

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