I reached for it—for him—in the same moment, Locke broke away with a low, feral growl. “Fuck your woman, Nash.”
Nash was already between my legs, and he watched with wide eyes as Locke wrapped his big hand around mine, guiding Nash towards me, aligning his cock with my centre.
This, taking Nash inside me, it should’ve felt like home, but with Locke behind me, his chest hot and hard at my back, the sweet slide of Nash’s dick breaching my body was a brand-new ride.
A low cry escaped me, goosebumps pricking my skin, heat flooding already simmering blood.
“That’s it.” Locke widened my legs again, holding me open, his lips a devil at my throat. “Take it all.”
I didn’t need his help with that. Nash’s body was made for mine, and I welcomed him in, flexing my hips, goading him to fuck me.
With his bottom lip caught in his teeth, Nash obliged, bracing a palm to my chest, thrusting into me, his dick sliding deep, his base grazing my clit with every pass while Locke held me steady and murmured wicked things in my ear.
What did you know? Our stoic protector had a dirty, filthy soul, his palm splayed over Nash’s lower back, urging him on. Pushing himdown, as if Nash needed any encouragement to hit that perfect spot.
As if Nash hadn’t fucked me just right since that very first time six months ago.
I began to unravel, the pressure of Nash inside me merged with the heat of Locke at my back and was all-consuming. The orgasm Nash had denied me with his fingers returned full force, boiling me alive.
Our eyes locked, and his body became a machine, feeding my growing climax with his flawless,selflessrhythm.
Locke bit my neck, a low growl rumbling from somewhere deep inside him.
Yes.
He wanted this, to see me come. To seeNasherupt inside me—
Nash had other ideas. The brink of an obliterating orgasm hit me, but he pulled back at the last second, easing off, slowing the pump of his hips. “Orls, I want him to fuck you too.”
Hazy with pleasure, it took a second for his words to hit home. Then my reaction was visceral.Physical.The deep, primal clench of my body was impossible to hide.
Nash felt it and his eyes rolled. “You want it, don’t you? You want him.”
As ever, I wanted lots of things, but Nash coaxing his friend to fuck me was a damn good start.
If Locke wanted it.
If he wantedme.
As Nash met his gaze over my naked body, I couldn’t see his face.
Didn’t need to.
Locke answered with actions, not words, hiking my thigh higher, his thick dick sliding between my legs, colliding with the one already there as Nash withdrew. “You want me to use a condom? I can’t get you pregnant, queenie. That ship sailed years ago.”
I’d heard him joke with Decoy about getting the snip. I also knew him well enough to trust he wouldn’t entertain the idea of being bare inside me if there was the slightest chance he shouldn’t be.
He was my bodyguard.
My friend.
My lover if he wanted the job, and I needed to feel every part of him.
“No condom.”
The words were barely out of my mouth before I felt Locke replace Nash, rubbing his tip through the wetness Nash fucking me had left behind, warming me up for his wider girth as Nash looked on, jaw loose, eyes heavy.
I reached for him, tugging him down on top of me as Locke pressed in, his solid familiarity a brick wall of support.
