Page 21 of Trust in the Fallen

CHAPTERTWENTY

LEIGHTON

Ifall forward despite the two sets of strong hands holding me in place. My body is ravaged, the power of my orgasm waning until the only thing my body is capable of is breathing, and even that’s ragged and labored.

There aren’t words for the out-of-body experience I just had. I can’t even reconcile how sex can be so different depending who you’re with, because there’s no way Jason could ever elicit that kind of reaction from me, and I’m not sure he would want to even if he could.

Elias slams into me with a few final pumps, his grunts evidence of him chasing his own release while Wyatt lifts my front half and moves himself so I can rest my head on his chest. The steadythump, thump, thumpof his heart gives me something other than exhaustion to hold on to as Elias’s cock swells inside me, followed by a guttural moan that sounds almost animalistic.

I’m more spent than I can ever remember being, and yet my body feels more alive than it ever has before. Every nerve ending is firing while my heart beats so hard in my chest I think it might try to escape.

Calloused hands rub my back, while another set gently brush my hair away from my face, but I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. I never want to leave the cocoon of safety these two men give me.

Wyatt’s eyes meet mine with a mix of worry and awe. But that doesn’t make any sense. I didn’t do anything other than kneel here and let them take me.

Wait a minute.

I lift my head with great effort and throw a glance back at Elias as he hesitantly withdraws his softening cock from my aching heat. It’s deliciously sore from the pounding he gave me, and I almost allow myself to focus on that and lean back on the hard bare chest I was enjoying moments ago, until I notice he isn’t wearing a condom.

I’ve never had unprotected sex. Despite Jason’s constant whining about it, I’ve always made him wear a condom. The list of excuses has gotten longer as each year has passed, but the one that seems to work best is “what would it look like to our families if I’m pregnant before we get married?” His obsession with his own image is sometimes his biggest downfall.

“You’re not wearing a condom,” I whisper, as if I’m afraid of the words. I have an IUD, but all birth control can fail. That’s why I’ve always insisted on being double protected.

He doesn’t seem at all concerned as he looks down at the mess he’s made and runs his fingers through my sore folds without pushing them inside me. “You’re right, pretty girl. I didn’t.”

“We’re clean, angel. We get tested regularly, and our last one was just last month,” Wyatt tells me.

“What if I wasn’t protected?” I push myself up and roll away from them before they can catch me, but somewhere between all the pleasure and the blinding panic of having to tell my mother I was pregnant from a one-night stand, I forgot about my ankle. As soon as I try to use it to push myself off the bed, tears spring to my eyes, and I let out a low whine. I'm still not all together convinced I don’t need a hospital, but I’ll deal with that once I get out of here.

A strong set of tattooed arms wind around my waist and tug me against his hard body. “Careful, angel.” Wyatt presses a gentle kiss to my shoulder and settles me between his legs, forcing me to look at Elias sprawled out in front of us with an amused smirk playing on his lips. His body is a work of art. All hard lines and muscle. Intricate tattoos wind around his arms and chest as I trail my gaze downward out of instinct. I don’t know what it is about these men that makes them so damn irresistible to me. I’ve never openly gawked at a man before, but Wyatt and Elias are the exception to that rule, making them all the more dangerous.

I glare at Elias, his uncaring attitude making me seethe with annoyance. What was I thinking coming here tonight? I was hurt. I thought being with them would be my way of getting back at Jason before accepting a life as his dutiful wife. But I was an idiot to think it would be that simple.

“Our girl has a bit of fire behind those pretty brown eyes.” Elias rolls onto his knees and grasps my chin between his fingers. “It would be all the better if you weren’t protected, Leighton. Because then there would be no way you could run from us.”

My eyes widen, but I can’t form a single word let alone a response.

Wyatt chuckles behind me, the ridge of his hardening cock pressing into my ass as he presses kisses along my shoulder. “But you are protected, aren’t you baby? You wouldn’t risk that asshole ex of yours putting his micro penis inside you unless you knew you were.”

The way he talks about Jason should offend me. Despite all his faults, he’s the one I’m meant to spend my life with, but that doesn’t seem to stop the scoff that climbs up the back of my throat.

Elias presses a soft kiss to my lips, holding me in place with his grip on my chin. “Wyatt’s going to wash you up while I order us some food. You’ll need all the sustenance you can get for all the things we have planned for you tonight, dirty girl.”

I open my mouth to protest, because there’s no way my body can handle any more of what we just did, but despite how exhausted I am, I crave more. “I’ll just have a salad please.”

He gives me a sharp look before his dark eyes flick to Wyatt behind me. “I don’t think so, Leighton.”

And before I can protest, he’s gone, not bothering to pull on a stitch of clothing as he strides from the room.

What the hell have I gotten myself into with these two?

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

WYATT

Iknow why Elias volunteers me to shower with Leighton, and while the decision had very little to do with torturing me, it doesn’t make it any easier to run my soapy hands over her mouthwatering curves.

She’s propped on the tiled seat of my shower, her eyes guarded but her body open to me. At first she had her arms wrapped around herself defensively, but I shook my head, and she dropped them without me having to issue a vocal command.

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