Bastian’s hand slides lower. His fingers brush through the curls between my thighs, finding me soaked.
“Christ,” he breathes. “You’re dripping.”
“Told you I was impatient.”
He lightly circles my clit with a finger—just enough to make me gasp—and my hand involuntarily clenches around Kai’s cock.
Kai stirs against my front. “The fuck? Heavenly?”
“Morning, sunshine,” I manage, my voice shakier than I’d like. Bastian’s finger is still circling, circling, driving me insane.
Kai’s eyes are open now, hazy with sleep but darkening as he takes in the situation. His gaze drops to where my hand disappears into his sweatpants, then flicks to Bastian behind me.
“The fuck?” he asks again.
“She’s a needy little slut,” Bastian murmurs. “I’m helping.”
“Helping,” Kai repeats flatly.
“Would you rather I stop?”
Kai doesn’t answer. His jaw tightens, and for a moment I think he’s going to pull away—to retreat into the wounded, jealous version of himself I thought we’d left behind at The Railyard.
Then his hand comes up to cup my breast, thumb rolling over my nipple, a loud moan escaping. I clamp my lips shut, embarrassed by how fucking desperate I sound.
“Don’t stop,” he says, but he’s not talking to me. He’s looking over my shoulder at Bastian. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Bastian’s finger slides inside me.
I arch between them, trapped in the most exquisite way.
“Yes,” I gasp. “God, that feels so good.”
“Greedy little thing,” Bastian murmurs. He adds a second finger, stretching me, and I clench around him. “I’m sure you could fit Kai’s cock into this tight little pussy of yours as well. Would you like that, sweet girl? Both of us stretching you?”
“Yes.Fuck, yes.”
Kai groans, his hips thrusting into my grip. “Jesus, Haven.”
“Are you seriously complaining right now?” I tease.
“Hell no.” He pulls back just enough to shove his sweatpants down his thighs, freeing his cock. It springs up against my hand, thick and flushed and leaking. “Get over here.”
He grabs my hip and rolls me toward him, dislodging Bastian’s fingers. I whine at the loss, but Kai swallows the sound with his mouth, kissing me deep and hard while his cock slides against my slick cunt.
Behind me, Bastian makes a low sound of displeasure. “Now look who’s impatient.”
“Fuck off, Rooke,” Kai mumbles against my mouth mid-kiss. “I saw her first.”
“You don’t get to call dibs on her.” Bastian’s hand wraps around my throat from behind.
I’d laugh if I could breathe. As it is, all I can do is moan as Kai guides himself to my entrance and thrusts inside.
The stretch is perfect. He’s big—I always forget justhowbig until he’s splitting me open—but my body clenches around him greedily, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck,” Kai breathes against my mouth. “You feel so goddamn good.”
He starts to move in slow, shallow thrusts that make my entire body come alive. Bastian’s hand is still on my throat, his cock hot and heavy against my lower back. The sensation ofbeing surrounded, possessed, claimed by these two men makes me want to sob.
