“I fucking knew it,” he growls, and she simply rolls her hips, her voice displaying her grin.
“It’s hard doing it on anything besides myself, so I only play strip poker because it keeps people’s attention divided elsewhere.” She continues rocking between Lucien and me, and I count down from ten, trying to keep myself steady. “I actually lost all but one hand.” Running the fingers of her free hand through her hair to brush it out of her face, she smirks. “In all honesty, I’m terrible at poker.”
With a low growl, he breaks. Shedding his shirt, he unzips his jeans as he stalks closer, eyes narrowed. Lucien plucks at one of her nipples the same moment that Atlas strokes a hand over his cock, bringing it to Cambria’s lips.
She grips the base as he palms the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. Flicking her tongue over the tip and trying to tease him, he pushes himself into her mouth with a feral sound and she’s forced to swallow him down. The mood that had been fading away is reignited with a vengeance as she braces one hand against his thigh and the other on Lucien’s stomach.
Atlas fucks her mouth in shallow thrusts, Cambria sliding her hand from his thigh to stroke the length of him that she can’t swallow down. I drive into her harder, faster, and each slap of flesh forces her to take Atlas’ cock deeper down her throat.
With a low rumble emanating from his chest, Lucien slams into her harder twice more before stilling, head thrown back as he rides the wave of his release. Wrapping a hand around her throat, she clenches tighter around me as I buck my hips, and when I finally come, I swear, my vision blackens around the edges.
Her muffled screaming as she follows me over that edge has Atlas releasing a steady stream of curses, spilling inside of her mouth. She continues to stroke what she can’t take, swallowing down every last drop until he’s as much of a shuddering mess as the rest of us.
With languid thrusts, I eventually pull out of her, bending to kiss her shoulder. On shaky legs, I grope for a discarded shirt to start cleaning up before collapsing onto the bed. My boxers smack me in the face a moment later and I glance up at Atlas rolling his eyes.
“I’ve seen enough of your bare ass to last me a lifetime. Cover up, will ya?” Atlas finishes fastening his pants and starts heading out of the room.
“Don’t want to stay?” Cambria asks, and I don’t bother concealing the judgmental glare I send his way behind her back, her self-conscious tone not well concealed.
He hesitates. “I don’t exactly trust that someone who might break in would trip and fall into the tank with our guard fish. One of us should stay awake to keep an ear out.”
She nods, but even Atlas isn’t so stupid as to think she’s fine and agrees with him. She heads to the bathroom to clean up, and the three of us devolve into a hushed argument, immediately biting our tongues the second we hear the toilet flush and the door crack open.
“But technically,” he cautiously adds, “I could do that from here. I’m just jumpy lately.”
Even though it looks like she sees through all of it, she flops onto the bed, rolling over me as I whoosh out a breath, and settles between me and Luce. “If solitaire is that interesting, have at it. But we can push the other bed closer to make room for you if you want.” There’s a heavy beat of weighted silence where I can hear my own heartbeat, stuck in an ominous state of waiting.
“I’d like that,” he eventually whispers, and without being asked, I get up to scoot the other bed beside this one. He settles in beside me, keeping his distance, but reclining back against the headboard, settling in for the night.
“Smack me when you start to drift off, okay?”
He gives me a mock salute before folding his arms behind his head, and we all settle into a state of deceptive normalcy. Though we’ve done this countless times before, no one pretends to be unaware of the shift in the dynamic, unsure of exactly where to go from here. So instead, like the cowards we are, we all refuse to acknowledge the elephant in the room, hunkering down for the night and being grateful that for once, we might be able to actually sleep without anyone trying to slit our throats in the dead of night.
Chapter 15
Cambria
