Page 19 of Orion Ruined

I stroke her hair. “I came through the window, baby girl. How did you know it was me?”

“Leather, fuel, and… that sexy aftershave,” she purrs.

Nestled in my arm, her palm flat over my chest, she hooks her leg over mine as she lies there, eyes closed. I hear a sigh. “Thank you for being here. I feel safe with you around. And seen.”

She dozes off as I continue stroking her hair. I’ve had a hard day–although my enemies should be singing Maisy’s praises, since my torture methods were much bloodier before I met her. She has a strange effect on me. She calms me.

My hand moves down to stroke her back, then I run my fingers softly back up to her shoulder. A soft hum escapes her lips and she adjusts the hook she has on my leg. Her cheek presses more firmly against my chest, and her hand moves down to my abdomen. Fuck. My cock twitches and I think I stop breathing. I’ve been hanging out with her, true, and wanting her desperately, but never like this, in her bed.

I tuck her hair out of the way, gradually moving it strand by strand and exposing her throat, and brush my fingers softly over her shoulder and neck. She sighs softly and moves her hand over my jeans, to my swollen cock.

I stop moving. Is she doing this on purpose? The last of my blood rushes to my cock and I forget how to operate two body parts at the same time. She reminds me, though. She jerks her shoulder slightly, gives me a short, sweet moan and another shift of her leg, hooked over mine, and now I wonder if she’s rubbing herself on my thigh. Fuck! I resume brushing my fingers over her shoulder, and now I’m upping the game, I must figure out if this is what she wants. I play with her cami top, pulling the strap aside and down her arm.

And that’s it for the next half hour. She’s dozed off. But my dirty fucking mind keeps me wide awake as her hand is still on my cock that’s now so hard it hurts.

I’m imagining and focusing on all the things I want to do to her when I hear the door opening. I reach for my gun and wait.

It’s Logan. I’d recognize that frame anywhere. He walks in and quietly closes the door.

“Logan, dammit! Make yourself known when you come in, I nearly shot you!” I hiss at him, careful not to wake Maisy.

“Is she asleep?”

“Yeah. She’s been crying.”

He rolls his eyes. “Orion.”

I shrug. “She’ll warm up to him soon.”

Logan takes off his shoes, the gun holster from his ankle, and the three blades from his pocket, then lies down on Maisy’s other side. The moment he does, the bed dips and she takes her palm off my cock, reaching out to feel who’s behind her.

“It’s me, sweetheart,” Logan says quickly. I guess he doesn’t want to frighten her either.

We haven’t been with her in this situation yet where, knowing Logan’s thinking, and mine of course, we’re hoping things will happen. Things better happen, because my cock may explode otherwise.

“Come closer, please,” she breathes. “I want to feel safe.”

Logan scoots in closer and spoons her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “You’re always safe with us, remember that.”

I withdraw my arm from under Maisy and she repositions herself as she’s spooned. The leg that was over me moves and hooks on top of Logan’s behind her. She’s open to him, and all I can see is how she could be fucked if only her panties weren’t there.

She lays her head on the pillow between us. Her hand that was under her is now on my stomach, fingers spread open, claiming me too as she lies on her back. She’s keeping us connected and I can only pray it’s for one thing. I’m on her left side, Logan on her right, and she’s snug between us, her legs slightly open, and there’s no way I’m going to be able to sleep. My cock is talking to me for the first time in twelve months.

We lie like that in silence, and every now and again she hums sweetly, wiggling her butt and her shoulders between us, burrowing further into Logan’s groin. It’s agonizing. My cock is so hard I’m in pain. I try to shift it and notice it’s out, peeking above the waistline of my jeans.

Maisy turns to Logan, whose head is propped on his forearm as he gazes down at her and strokes her face. As he does, he pulls aside her hair.

“Has my Maisy been a good girl today?” His voice is hoarse and slow, deliberate. Her eyes are closed, but her lips crook upward. She likes that. “Yes? Would you let the doctor check you over, Maisy? Just to make sure?” His hand goes down to her leg that’s draped over him, and he squeezes her inner thigh as he talks.

Maisy’s hand at my stomach moves down and over my cock, cupping it gently. I put my hand over hers, squeeze it, then take it away and thread our fingers together. I’m going to fucking come if I let her touch my cock again.

I see Logan’s hand gradually moving up, and when he reaches her panties he doesn’t stop. He rubs her there, gently, up and down the dip that’s formed. She grips my hand and turns to me with lust in her eyes, and total surrender. She is gorgeous.

“You okay?” I ask.

She nods. I lean in and press my lips to hers. I’m starved for her, for her scent; I want to make her mine in every sense of the word.

She responds as I devour her mouth, weaving my tongue with hers. It feels like we feed off each other’s need.

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