Page 123 of Trapped Truth

“I cleaned up in here a couple of hours ago.” Blaine absently surveys the room. “Figured it would be helpful if we’re going to stay a while.”

From the far-away look in his eyes, he’s still thinking about the last safe place he hid people in. I stride into his orbit then fling my arms around him to halt the procession of grief returning to its battlement.

Blaine staggers on his feet, balancing our weight so I can kiss him hard. I’m acutely aware of where my lips still tingle from Warner’s attention. Now Blaine’s mouth melds into mine, delivering a beat of passion that I feel all the way down to my toes.

“Stop thinking,” I demand between kisses. “Just be here with us.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

“Then take me to the bed.”

“What about your other boyfriend?” He quirks a brow.

“Trust me, he’s coming too.”

Seizing handfuls of my ass, Blaine hoists me into the air so my legs can scissor around his waist. I cling tightly to him, peppering open-mouthed pecks over his jaw and throat, all while Warner observes our tangle.

Bedsprings groan in protest where I’m peeled free and deposited on the mattress. It isn’t particularly comfortable, but right now, that doesn’t crack my list of priorities. Tearing the clothes off both men holds that honour.

Blaine stands at the edge, trailing his near-black diamonds all over me while stripping fabric over his head. I watch Warner slowly approach at his back, rubbing a hand over where his trousers have strained dramatically.

“Do we flip a coin or what?” Blaine laughs.

“Go strip her bare. I want to see all of her.”

“Since when do I take orders from you?”

Warner’s smile is downright salacious. “In the bedroom, everyone takes orders from me.”

Biting my lip, I watch Blaine’s brows reach their peak. He’s not easily surprised, but even he seems a little tentative while exposing his bulging boxers then kneeling on the bed.

“You heard the man.” He advances towards me.

“Think stripping me down is your job.”

“Only if I get to enjoy the reward after.”

Eyes rolling, I help him along by peeling off my tee to reveal the sports bra underneath. “If you want your reward, come and take it. There’s no need to be shy.”

It’s all the invitation he needs. Blaine captures my foot, tugging one shoe off at a time and attacking my leggings. For every sliver of skin revealed, he plants kisses in a downward motion, following the material until it’s torn off.

Goosebumps spread over my exposed legs and thighs. It’s not particularly warm in here, but the heat blazing from two sets of eyes is sufficient to transform my thrumming pulse into a stream of fiery lava.

Thumbs hook underneath my panties to tug them away. I’m left stark-naked and shivering. From the way Warner’s pupils dilate and Blaine swallows hard, they can see how soaked I am from their promises.

“Beautiful,” Blaine hums. “Play with yourself, Ember.”

“Isn’t that your job?”

“I’m admiring the view.”

I want to argue with him for the hell of it, but seeing their reactions as I glide my fingertips over raised skin to trace the apex of my thighs is a thrill in itself. Warner actually groans as I spread my dripping pussy lips open for their benefit, swirling the moisture with a single stroke.

“Perfect, sweetheart. Show us that pretty pussy, all wet and ready to be filled.”

“Blaine…”

“Do it now. He’s watching.”