The hue of murky water that veils the monsters lurking just below the surface.
I’ve never seen them so dark.
Colten’s broad shoulders are ridged, his body as unyielding as a stone statue displayed in a museum. His jaw is hardened, his gaze boiling with red-hot anger meant to incinerate anything in its path.
And currently, that’s Cameron, Brennan, and me as they devour me in the living room. However, unlike the twins, I’m not oblivious to the brooding man who has sucked all the air out of the room.
The unforeseen sight of him has a magnitude of pleasure flooding between my thighs, where Brennan continues pleasuring me with his mouth and fingers. Cameron nips my bottom lip, one of his hands lifting to fondle my breasts.
Shit.
I reach the apex, my leg trembling and my breath quickening as the surge of pleasure knocks into me like a rampant wave smashing against a pier out at sea.
I whimper against Cameron’s lips as he pulls his mouth from mine, examining my expression as I come.
But not once through the crest of my orgasm do my eyes stray from Colten’s.
THIRTY-FIVE | TARYN
“Damn, she just came all over my fingers and tongue,” Brennan grunts.
I inhale an unstable breath. “Colten.” I intended for his name to serve as a warning for Cameron and Brennan, but it escapes my lips as a desperate plea.
Cameron turns to brace an arm on the back of the couch, slouching into the cushions beside my head. “Fuck.Did Colten watching you make you come?”
I nod apprehensively, my eyes steady on Colten. He crosses one arm over the other, his biceps straining against his gray T-shirt.
Still bent over like a whore with a leg propped up, I mutter, “Yes.”
The column of his throat works. “You two are supposed to be on lunch break,” Colten grits out with clenched fists now at his sides.
He’s mad. Colten’s irritation is so hot that the light sheen of sweat glazing his skin glistens from the sun peeking through the windows. I’m afraid he’ll start melting and drip onto the floor like acid. I’m sure he wishes it would swallow him whole,considering he nearly walked into a fuckfest between his two brothers and me.
Brennan stands up behind me, his jeans rubbing against my ass. “We are having lunch.”
Colten exhales, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. He places his hands on his hips, shaking his head as his jaw flexes.
“You see that, Taryn?” Cameron quips. “That’s Colten’s I’m-going-to-fucking-kill-someone face.” I peer at Colten, his gaze bouncing between the three of us. My focus lands on the growing bulge behind his zipper. “There’s no need to look like that, Colt. You’ve always known Brennan and I are great at sharing.”
“Not a fucking chance.”
Brennan’s wicked laugh seeps through my pores, tensing every muscle in my body. “So, you want to watch then?” he taunts. “We are far from being done with her, so it’s either you watch her take our cocks like the good little slut we all know she is, or you leave.”
“Come here, Taryn,” Cameron orders.
Swallowing hesitantly, I rise off the back of the couch and make my way around it like a newborn calf learning to walk for the first time. My legs feel like jelly after being in that position for so long.
Brennan rips off his shirt, discarding it onto the floor. The grating of Cameron’s zipper and Colten’s heavy breathing only thickens the nearly suffocating tension hanging in the room.
Standing up, Cameron shoves his pants to his ankles and kicks them off. I come to stand in front of him, his thick erection springing free and jutting straight toward me.
He plops down on the couch, wrapping a fist around his dick as he slowly pumps himself from base to tip. “On your hands and knees. I want you to show Colten how talented you are at sucking cock.”
Colten’s sharp tone cuts through the air, “I already know how good she is.”
I lower myself to my knees as Brennan discards his pants and moves around to sit on the far end of the couch from Cameron and me, so he has a perfect view of my positioning between his brother’s legs.
Cameron threads his fingers through my hair, tightening his grip at the nape of my neck. I inhale sharply, the sting pulling a hiss through my teeth. “Do you? Or do you need the reminder?”
