Then she was swallowing Remy down, letting Poe spill into her ass while she trembled under my tongue.
By the time her body went limp my dick felt like it was going to explode.
I didn’t mind. Waiting was part of the fun with Maeve.
But I was done waiting.
“Take your dicks out of our girl.” I scooted up on the bed and positioned Maeve’s erotically fleshy hips over my dick. “It’s my turn to come.”
Tomorrow we’d put an end to Ethan Todd, but tonight was ours.
She cried out as I thrust into her.
55
MAEVE
I wassore when I woke up the next morning. Not that I was complaining.
I was all tangled up in the Butchers and there was no place I’d rather be.
Our fucking had gotten more intense since I’d been back from Romania, the lines between us blurred until we were basically all fucking each other. It wasn’t something I’d expected but I wasn’t mad at it.
It felt right, like it was the way it was always supposed to be.
No me and them. No Bram separate from Poe and Remy.
Just us, all of us, together.
I woke them up with my hands and mouth, savored the sensation of them stirring next to me, their dicks already hard. We fucked again, then moved into the shower together.
The invasion of Ethan Todd’s hideaway lurked in the background as we took a walk, grabbed lunch at a local restaurant, and returned to the suite. By then the sky was darkening, and the prospect of the Butchers leaving was becoming all too real.
But I didn’t have second thoughts. Any I might have had been destroyed by Ethan Todd’s attempt to contact Olivia. I’d put us — all of us — on Todd’s radar, and I had to fix it.
But I couldn’t do it alone. I knew that now.
And the truth was, I didn’t want to.
But that didn’t mean my stomach wasn’t in knots as the Butchers went through the duffels, inverting the items, deciding which to leave since Rafe had over supplied them by a lot, or according to Remy, “like we’re a fucking army.”
They fit everything they needed into three duffels, then set it all by the door to take to the car.
It was almost midnight when it was time to say goodbye.
“You better come back,” I said to Remy when he took me in his arms.
He looked dangerously beautiful, his fair hair a contrast to his black jeans and T-shirt.
“We wouldn’t have it any other way, killer.” He bent to kiss me. “Don’t worry about a thing.”
I hugged Poe, lingering as long as I could get away with, wondering how I’d ever lived without his strong steady presence in my life.
“We’ll be back before you know it,” he said, kissing the top of my head. “We can order room service again.”
I laughed. “I have a feeling it’s not the food you’re looking forward to.”
He grinned. “Why choose? We can have it all.”
