Page 19 of Trapped Truth

“You’re welcome to stay,” I purr through what I hope is a sweet smile.

“I thought you two were getting some sleep.”

“She started it,” Warner grunts.

“Of that I have no doubt. She’s a fucking devil.”

“Thanks.” I flash him a toothy grin. “Are you in, or you out?”

Nostrils flaring, Hyland fishes his wallet from his jeans pocket then peers inside. He grins while plucking a foil packet out to toss in our direction.

“You owe me. I’m not some condom delivery boy.”

“Feel free to keep her top half entertained.” Warner catches the packet. “Thanks.”

As his team leader tears open the condom, Hyland clicks the door shut to maintain a thin illusion of privacy. I have no doubt Blaine and Axel can hear everything if they’re awake. But the downright primal look on Hyland’s face erases any tiny qualms I might have about the rest of our team hearing us.

“Come here.” I trace my tongue over my lip.

Hyland grumbles a dark curse. “I suppose I asked for a challenge.”

“You did. Don’t get cold feet on me now.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

He tears off his shirt, tossing it on the floor among our discarded clothing. I watch in anticipation as he unbuckles his jeans then shoves them down, exposing the intimidating bulge in his fitted boxers.

Hands seize my ankles, pulling me farther down the bed to where Warner leans on the edge with one leg. He ignores Hyland’s approach, his entire attention fixed between my spread thighs. Fuck, I can feel myself dripping with need so acute, I might combust if he doesn’t do something about it.

“Are you going to take us both, love?” The corner of his mouth quirks.

“You seem doubtful.”

“No, just curious how far this sharing kink goes. This is new territory for us.”

“Maybe for you.” Hyland rubs a hand over his straining cock. “Watch and learn how it’s done, team leader.”

I twist my head to the side so I can see him pulling his length free. His palm locks around the generous shaft, stroking up and down then feeding it deep into my awaiting mouth.

Taking Hyland’s thickness is more of a challenge than it was with Warner. He’s a little bigger, the sheer size testing the bounds of my tolerance. I blink past the burn in my throat and relax my jaw, urging him to push past my lips at his own pace.

The sight of me sucking another man off doesn’t seem to deter Warner. I can feel his fingers dancing over my waist, warmth nestled at the apex of my thighs, an inch from salvation. If it weren’t for Hyland filling me up, I’d cry out at the sudden jerk of him entering me.

“Easy,” Hyland murmurs, resting a hand on the top of my head. “You can take us both.”

His thrusts are shallow, filling my mouth then withdrawing so I can catch my breath for a brief pause. Each time he grants me a reprieve, Warner advances, jutting into my tense core with timing far too perfect to be coincidental.

I’m caught between the two men, spread open and pinned. Utterly exposed. At the mercy of their desire to use me however they see fit. Their combined touch sets my entire body alight, flushing hot and tingling.

There’s a tickle between my breasts where Warner trails his rough fingertips, pausing to tweak each nipple in turn. My back arches, skin prickling under his attention. I can’t move my head to watch, but I can feel him tracing a path lower until he locates my swollen nub.

He bears down on my clit, rubbing firm circles with just enough force to nudge me towards a free fall. I’m already wound up and over sensitised, their dual assault sends me hurtling straight into the arms of a rapid release.

“I can feel you tightening around me,” Warner hisses through his teeth. “Let go, Em. Give it up for us.”

“Is she hugging you tight?”

“Like a fucking glove.”