Page 50 of Bad Men

“I snapped the doorknob off from the other side. Honestly though, it took them a lot longer than was necessary to get out. There’s a little spot—”

Nero’s mouth crashed down on mine, silencing me. It was hot and possessive. His long fingers bunched into the material of my sheets, twisting them tight and forcing me harder into the curve of his body.

“As badly as I had wanted to fuck you that night,” he snarled against my swollen lips. “I would have put you over my knee if we’d gone through with it and you’d been hurt. What you did was risky and dangerous, and—”

“Hot as fuck,” Davien added.

“So, you don’t think I’m crazy?” I whispered, letting Nero litter kisses along the side of my neck to my jaw line.

“I think you’re fucking insane,” he corrected into my ear in a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. “I think you’re completely out of your mind for wanting us, for being here, but I…”

He broke off abruptly as if he’d said too much. Instead, I was hoisted up, sheets and all, and marched back to the sofa where I was dropped unceremoniously. The cushions gave me a bounce before he was in front of me, enormous and radiating with a heat that made my tender areas stir. I was debating whether or not I was ready to handle another round when I was freed of the fabric with three sharp tugs. My knees were pulled apart and filled by his wide shoulders.

“Nero!”

My weak gasp was splintered by the first sweep of his tongue. My hips jerked at the hot contact that ran from slit to clit. My fingers curled into the cushions under me, nails anchoring me in place. He held my gaze, relentless and without mercy as he traced and retraced my core. When he pushed inside, I swore and grabbed the back of his head with both hands, fingers closing in the satin strands.

“I guess I’ll just finish this on my own,” Davien muttered with an amused snort, already reaching for the binder he’d put aside.

I didn’t ask him to join us. Not because I didn’t want him to but because what Nero and I were sharing in that moment was ours. If Davien joined, I wouldn’t turn him away but I left that for him to decide. Instead, I focused on the man soothing my aches by creating new ones, intense ones that had my toes curling on either sides of his head. He bit my clit and I lost it. I came with a sharp hiss of his name and a hard tug of his head, urging him deeper.

I was still lost in the blissful haze of my release when he moved up my satiated body to claim my lips. I eagerly opened to his coaxing tongue, welcoming our combined flavors. My knees closed high around his ribs and I pulled him snug with the locking of my ankles at his lower back.

“Do you see how fucking addictive you taste and smell?” he murmured against my mouth, his arms snaking under me and lifting higher against the hard bulge pushing back through the worn material of his sweats.

“Show me,” I breathed back, fingers moving down his sides to hook into his bottoms.

He stopped me. “No.”

I blinked, not expecting a rejection. “Why?”

He kissed the corners of my mouth lightly. “You’re sore. I know you are,” he insisted when I opened my mouth. “Give her time to heal.”

I hated that he was right, especially when all I wanted was to feel him slide inside me, but I knew we had plenty of time for that.

He must have sensed my reluctant agreement because he gave me a grin and reached for the sheets bunched up beneath me. He twisted it around me, careful to avoid the wet spot I’d created.

“Are you hungry?” he asked.

I nodded and glanced at the windows heavily covered in weighted fabric, making it impossible to tell what time of day it was. “But I should head home. My parents will worry if supper isn’t ready when they get back.”

Nero gently nudged me onto the cushion between him and Davien, squishing me between them. “Let us finish up here and we’ll take you.”

I sat quietly and watched as they resumed their task of counting and filing away money. I didn’t bother asking where it came from or where it was going. It was obvious.

The last of the bundles was counted, twisted together in a roll and dumped into the cash box. Davien marked it in his book while Nero closed the lid and locked it.

“That’s the last of it,” Davien mumbled, shutting the binder and setting it on the table. The cash box was placed on top in a neat stack.

With their task complete, both men faced me.

“What time will your parents be home?” Davien asked, pushing a lock of hair off my cheek.

“A little after one. What time is it?”

Nero pulled his phone out of his back pocket. “Ten to seven.”

“We have a meeting at eight,” Davien muttered, looking past me to Nero. “But if you can hang on, we can grab a bite afterwards.”

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