She fell forward onto the mattress, her hands splaying out to catch herself. Cam came with her, molding her back to his chest as his hips pumped relentlessly.
All of his earlier restraint was gone. He took her with a frenzy she wasn’t used to from him. Out of control. Wild and delicious. A hidden reserve that had sprung free.
His mouth brushed over her shoulder. She gasped when his teeth sank into her skin.
His legs tangled with hers, pushing outward to spread her even further.
And then she felt fingers twine with hers. On either side. The warm brush of a sensual touch. Comforting. Sawyer and Hutch.
They gripped her hands and held her as Cam arched over her body again and again. Soft words drifted through the air, but she was beyond hearing them.
She curled her fingers around theirs and held on as Cam bucked. Faster and faster. He rode her furiously, and then she felt his release. It rolled over his body like a tidal wave. Every muscle rippled and shuddered against her.
Heated spurts filled her. Hot and exotic. She tried to push her ass up higher, to take more of him, but she was completely and utterly spent. And so she lay there as his hips rocked against her ass.
Slower now. More gentle. Then he stopped, resting inside her body as though he hated the idea of pulling away. “This better damn well not be good-bye, Reggie. I won’t let you go.”
Her heart fluttered with hope. Emotion clogged her throat until breathing became hard.
“Get off her, Cam. Let her breathe.”
Sawyer’s voice, gentle and unaccusing, ended the silence.
Cam rolled away, but his hands found her, stroking and petting.
“Are you all right, love?” he murmured close to her ear.
She couldn’t speak. Hell, she couldn’t even open her eyes. She was wasted.
“Reggie, honey, you can’t lay there like you’re dead. Hutch will worry.”
There was a thread of amusement in Sawyer’s voice that almost made her grin. If she’d had the energy.
“Oh, I don’t know. She doesn’t have to be conscious for me to fuck her,” Hutch said casually.
She lifted one hand and curled down all her fingers except her middle one. Even that took more effort than it was worth.
Three sets of chuckles filled the room, and despite her fatigue, she smiled into the sheets.
“I suppose we should let her sleep,” Cam said magnanimously.
“Don’t go,” she mumbled.
“Not going anywhere, baby,” Hutch said. “We’re going to clean you up and then put you to bed.”
She nodded, although she had no desire to move.
Sawyer leaned over to brush his lips across her ear. “But when you wake up, we’re going to talk.”
CHAPTER 39
Regina woke to warm bodies surrounding her. Or maybe she was surrounding them. She was sprawled across Hutch’s chest, her arm and leg locked possessively over him. His left hand rested on her shoulder, and she angled her head to see the raw wounds around his wrists. She frowned at the reminder of how close she came to losing him.
She turned her face so that she could kiss the red skin.
A stubbly jaw pressed to the center of her back and a hairy leg was laid over the back of hers. Cam.
Which meant Sawyer was probably gone. Disappointment edged her contentment for the moment, but when she looked down, she saw him propped up on his elbow, at the end of the bed, watching her.
