Coyle fucks me and when the walls of my channel start to undulate around him, he looks relieved as hell. He punctuates each word with a thrust, “You. Are. Going. To. Come. Right. Now.” He pinches my clit and my body clenches before it stops functioning, I stop breathing, and I’m helpless in following his command.
I feel his cum fill me up and marvel at the warmth of it, but it also feels like it’s happening to someone who isn’t me. This orgasm is an out of body experience; one I almost hope I never come back from. I can’t tear my eyes away from Coyle, watching him lose control is sexy as fuck.
When he pulls out of me and moves to the side, Jude and Killian release me. Killian is between my legs before I know what’s happening. He has a wicked grin on his face and, even though I just came so hard I saw stars, my pussy clenches.
Killian wraps my legs around his waist and hauls me up onto his lap before he lowers me down his shaft. He sits back on his heels and holds me against him, his strong arms not letting me fall.
Killian groans and tips his head back, “Yeah, I knew feeling your leather covered calves wrapped around me would be sexy as fuck.”
When I feel someone at my back, I look back to see Jude peeking over my shoulder and looking down my body. “Damn, you two look good together,” he moans, his hard cock rubbing between my ass cheeks.
It reminds me of the way they were cuddled up together the morning I slipped from this very room. Before I can ask about it, Jude starts to lube up my ass and all thoughts leave my mind. I’m a ball of feeling and experience as he prepares my ass, Killian holding me very still while impaled on his cock.
When Jude pushes inside of me, my back arches, and my head lolls back on his shoulder. I feel boneless and languid. Their hands on my body, touching me, caressing me, using their hold to start to move me up and down their lengths, pushes my consciousness to the side.
We moan together as they work to fuck me as one. It’s sexy as hell the way they work my body over, but it’s not enough.
I gasp, “More.”
They share a look with each other and grin as Coyle comes to my side to twist and pinch my nipples. Jude and Killian tighten their hold on me and start to move me up and down faster, thrusting up to meet my body.
Faster. Harder. More. More. More.
I scream out when Coyle’s hand slides down my body and flicks my clit. I fly over the edge, even though I wasn’t sure if the tightening knot inside of me was going to be able to find a way to unfurl. I shouldn’t have doubted my men because they’ll always find a way to give me pleasure.
The harmonized groans and grunts from Jude and Killian are the only warning I get before I feel their cum filling my holes. I slump slightly, feeling wrung out, but oh so fucking good. I smile and let my eyes slide closed knowing they’ll take care of me.
I vaguely hear their sweet, murmured words and they warm me from the inside out.
No more games. No more running. No more hiding.
CHAPTER 12
COYLE
My hand runs over my woman’s body, and I feel reverence fill me as I touch her without worrying that she’s going to run. The little fucking minx. She played us. She used Killian’s own nature against him. It’s glorious.
Probably more so than she even realizes. I can see the old Killian, the one who existed before life, work and responsibility bogged him down, peeking out at me now. I have a feeling it’ll only get better as we move forward. Or worse, depending on how you look at it.
My heart clenches when I glide over the tattoos on her leg and feel scars there. I peer down and take in the way the designs swirl on her skin in ink. Her scars are hidden well, but now that I’m touching her and paying attention, instead of being caught up in a passionate inferno, they’re obvious.
I can’t imagine the trauma of her experience. Yeah, my parents died, and it was traumatic. I’m not trying to play the classic whose trauma is worse game. But, damn, she was in the fire too. She was the only one who came out of it on the other side.
Then she had to go someplace new and start a new life. If she had never come back to Chicago, if she had stayed in Arizona, we wouldn’t have found her. The thought has me teetering at the edge of a pit of sadness. I can only see a future with her in it now; nothing else would be enough.
She’s so strong. She probably doesn’t even realize it, but I see it.
When I look up and meet Jude’s eyes and then Killian’s, I know they can see it too. Maybe that’s why we’re all drawn to her. We can see her when so many people will overlook her, dismiss her, only see her short stature or the way she carries herself and see a little girl playacting as a woman.
She’s a woman who enjoys life. Enjoys getting lost in books because those worlds can have things this one doesn’t—understanding, empathy, forgiveness, a better path, and a happy ending.
None of those things are guaranteed in this life, but our girl, our Edison? She can find them, experience them, live them, breathe them. She can get lost in them instead of getting lost in her own pain, in her own past.
I’m in awe of her.
“She’s the best of us,” I mutter the words under my breath, not really meaning them to be heard.
Killian snorts, “You got that right.” He looks at me and sighs. “We don’t deserve her.”