Ryder kneels beside his friend, and each takes turns filling my mouth with slow strokes. A couple of dips before the next glides over my tongue. The taste of their pre-cum makes my mouth water for more. My jaw goes slack, and I take them deeper. My chest vibrates with the raw need to pleasure my men. Give them everything they need from me. Show them the level of trust I feel when I’m with them. Looking back, I see it’s what they did with me at Club Sin. They wanted to show me I was safe with them. That I could trust them with my body. This past week, they showed me I could trust them with my heart. That they would care for me.
The light flickers and wind howls but I pay no mind. I’m safe here. I’m with my SEALs.
Somewhere a phone rings and Atlas growls. He ignores it and I reach up to roll his heavy cum-filled balls in the palm of my hand. His head falls back, and he growls so fiercely I swear the windows rattle.
Brogan is on his knees, and I feel the head of his cock tease my slick, wet slit.
I press back, letting him know I’m ready.
The phone rings again.
“God damn it.” Atlas reaches for his cell phone and presses the speaker button. He places it on the floor by my hands. “What the fuck do you want? Speak and make it fast.”
“We know who the stalker is.”
“You’re not going to believe this shit.”
“Justice? Seth? Holy shit.” I grab the phone. “Who?”
Lights flicker and suddenly I can’t see anything, and the phone goes dead.
My blood turns to ice.