They’d be the death of each other as much as me.
Locke took a second to compose himself. I rubbed his thick thigh, revelling in the corded muscle I found there, my gaze drifting to Nash as he waited, still lying between my legs.
Stillhard.
Locke raised his head, easing his cock from inside me. “How do you want him to come, queenie?”
In answer, I tugged Nash towards me, drawing him in with my leg hooked over his hip as I shared a look with Locke. He’d just fucked me senseless, but I was far from done, and this lesson for Nash?
It wasn’t over.
Teach him while he fucks me.
Nash slid home, curving over me as Locke manoeuvred his tall frame from behind me, rising on his knees, giving me his back.
Hisscarredback. His marked thighs.
Shock ricocheted through me. Grief that was tempered by the heady pace Nash set as he settled into fucking me a second time. Locke’s words now made sense.Inside or out...but there was no time to contemplate the pain that had gifted him that wisdom. The evil that had branded his skin. Nash was too hot and hard inside me, stoking a rhythm that seized my muscles, eviscerating my nerves.
He fucked me like he loved me.
Like he owned me, a raw curse ripping from his soul as Locke moved closer.
Despite filling me just moments ago, he was still hard too. Still huge and imposing. He bent to kiss Nash, then, slowly, brought his cock to Nash’s waiting mouth, teasing his lips with it, holding his jaw like it was made of glass.
It was the hottest fucking thing, the way the flex of Nash’s hips faltered. The way his dick thrummed inside me with a new heat that was all about the cock inching between his lips, sliding down his throat. He began to fuck me in time with Lockeslowlyfucking his mouth, his thrusts growing harder with every clench of Locke’s solid body. Every rumbling groan Locke let fly.
I knew Nash’s come face. It was heavy-eyed and slack-jawed. It was ecstasy. It wasclose, and I felt another climax of my own bear down on me.
Nash began to fall apart, and my gaze flitted between the sharp, tense angles of his face and the strained silhouette of Locke’s scarred body. They were both so beautiful.
Then Locke reached for Nash’s hand and my heart just about exploded, my body giving into a second orgasm, my eyes fluttering shut—
No. I forced them open, and with a grinding drive of his pelvis, Nash came, drawing it out with deep, faltering thrusts, his vulnerable groan cut off by Locke releasing into his mouth.
I wasn’t sure what happened next. Dizzy with pleasure, spent by release, I let the bed swallow me whole, and I returned to earth to Nash slumped on top of me, broad shoulders trembling as he fought for breath.
Locke was gone, but he came back before I could wonder if he’d been nothing but a dream. He cleaned up, then stretched out beside me, rubbing Nash’s back, his rugged face loose with fatigue.
I made a clumsy grab for him. Found his wrist. “If you’re thinking of passing out anywhere but right here, stop.”
Locke grinned a little, though it seemed dazed. “I’m not thinking anything. You fuckers melted my brain.”
Rich, coming from him, but for once in my life, I was too wrecked to argue.
Nash rolled off me.
I took a quick bathroom break, then returned to crawl into bed between them, curling into Nash’s chest while Locke guarded my back.
Nash fell asleep. As ever, he was restless, the stress he kept to himself for the sake of everyone else seeping out of him when he wasn’t awake to stop it.
He muttered my name, shaking his head. I held him close, trying to calm him, but nothing worked. It never did.
Not until Locke stretched his long arm over me and dropped his hand on Nash’s head.
Like magic, Nash stilled, a slow, deep breath easing through him, his body settling into whatever tranquillity Locke held in the palm of his hand.
He found rest.
