“Fuck, you taste good,” he groaned before pushing his tongue inside her.
Ava gripped his hair, pulling him toward her as he continued to torment her with gentle licks and light flicks against her clit.
“You’re a tease,” she whimpered.
“Maybe he needs a little incentive,” Trey mentioned, stepping around behind him.
When he did, Ava released his hair, propping herself up with her hands behind her.
Magnus maintained his focus, lapping at her sweetness, even when Trey went to his knees behind him. He didn’t falter when Trey’s arms came around him, his fingers deftly releasing the button and lowering the zipper on his shorts. But the moment Trey’s hand curled around his cock, Magnus’s resolve dissolved completely.
“Oh, fuck.”
He could feel Trey’s breath on his ear when he said, “Make her come, and I’ll make you come.”
“If you keep doin’ that…”
“I’m not stoppin’,” Trey noted. “But don’t you dare come first.”
That was a tall order considering Trey wasn’t pulling his punches, stroking him with a firm grip.
Magnus peered up to see Ava biting her lower lip.
He drove two fingers inside her as he drew her clit between his lips and flicked it with his tongue. He matched the pace of Trey’s strokes as he fingered her. Her soft moans were the only thing he could hear as the pleasure intensified. He closed his eyes, unable to focus as he worked to get her off before Trey made him explode.
“Magnus … oh … right there…”
He lashed her clit with his tongue, fingering her faster. The moment he added a third finger, she cried out, her pussy spasming. He let her ride it out as he sucked in air, trying to hold off long enough to bring her back down. As soon as she relaxed, Magnus fell back against Trey, gripping his free hand as he pumped his hips, meeting Trey’s strokes until he couldn’t take it anymore.
“Come for us,” Ava demanded.
That was all she wrote.
Magnus came in Trey’s fist, roaring as the release barreled through him.
Half an hour later, after he’d showered, dressed, and finished their reheated breakfast, Magnus started for the door, ready to get back to work.
“Magnus, wait,” Ava called. “I … uh … need to tell you something.”
Her tone made him wary, but he turned around, noticing that they were both trying to avert their gazes. A chill danced down his spine, and he wondered if this was the other shoe getting ready to drop. He’d battled a foreign sense of foreboding for a few weeks now, never quite allowing himself to get too comfortable with how things were going.
“Tell me what?” he prompted when Ava began wiping the condensation off her juice glass.
Her gaze lifted slowly. “It’s nothing bad, I promise.”
Trey cleared his throat.
Ava huffed. “Fine.” She met Magnus’s gaze. “A few weeks ago, when Trey took me to one of my appointments, we ran into JJ. The woman he—”
“I know who JJ is,” Magnus stated, still on edge.
“Anyway, she mentioned that during her research when y’all were looking for me … she found out Harrison had … well, shesuspected… and she’s right.”
“Ava,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Okay, I’ve been working with JJ to see if we can figure out whether or not Harrison’s father covered up the disappearance of the first girl he … you know.”
Magnus stopped breathing. At least, that was what it felt like as he stared at Ava. “Youwhat?”
