They made her feel safe.
Galen kept his stroking her clit to the tight little circles she loved even as Theo drove into her. He growled against her skin. “When he’s done with you, it’s my turn, baby. That blowjob just got me going, and I’m going to take it out on your pussy the same way Theo is right now.” He laughed, low and mean. “He’s riledup. A couple minutes to recover and he’s going to be ready for you again. How long can you hold up before you cry for mercy?”
“I can take it,” she gasped.
“Good. Because you damn well will.” He pressed down hard on her clit.
It was too much, just like he must have known it would be. Meg came with a cry, and Galen kept up that gloriously delicious touch as Theo went wild inside her, his strokes losing their rhythm as he cursed and came. He didn’t immediately pull out, though. He kept them sealed together as he ran a hand up the center of her body to bracket her throat. “Meg.”
He said her name like he owned her.
Like maybe she owned him, too.
He lifted her off Galen and nodded at his friend. “Chairs.”
“Yeah.”
Theo tossed her over his shoulder and walked up the stairs out of the pool. Meg slapped his ass. “I’m getting tired of being hauled around like some kind of war prize.”
“No, you’re not.”
No, she really wasn’t.
By the time they made it to the chair set Theo had been on earlier, Galen was already there with three towels. He draped one around her as soon as Theo set her on her feet and passed one to Theo. They dried with quick, efficient movements, but Meg couldn’t help glancing at Galen’s hard cock. He had made her a promise, after all.
“See something you like?”
“You know I do.”
He shook his head. “Shameless.”
“You like it.”
“Children,” Theo warned. He dropped into the same chair he’d occupied earlier. “Bend over the table, princess. Legs wide.”
The table was some kind of faintly rough rock—granite, maybe—and she shivered as she obeyed. It was cold against her damp skin, rough against her sensitive nipples. She braced her hands flat on the table on either side of her head, giving herself over to whatever Galen would do. Doing something she spent so much of her life fighting tooth and nail against.
Surrendering.
Galen stepped between her spread legs, the hair on his thighs coarse against her skin. He speared a single finger into her. “You’ve filled her up, haven’t you, Theo? Left her all wet and ready for me.”
“You can thank me by sucking my cock later.”
Galen’s laugh rolled down her spine. “Believe me, I will.” He guided his broad cock into her in a single, steady thrust. She expected him to lose control the same way Theo had, but Meg should have known better. They were too well balanced to lose it at the same time, though she couldn’t help wondering what it would be like if they did.
If she’d survive it.
It would be a glorious way to go.
He leaned down, pressing himself against her back, pinning her between the cool rock and his warm body. “How you holding up, baby?”
Checking in.
Her chest felt too full, and it took her several breaths to formulate a response. “I’m good.”
“Mmmm.” He pumped slowly, letting her feel every inch of him. He touched her bandage, as if reassuring himself that it was intact. “I changed my mind. We’re going to do this a different way.” Galen pulled out of her and jerked his thumb at Theo. “Bed. Now.”
She half expected him to haul her in there, but he just took her wrist and towed her after him into the house. Galen sankonto the bed, seemed to consider and positioned himself with his head near the foot of the mattress. He pulled her on top of him and angled his cock into her. “Better.”
