I broke away from Cam and my eyes descended down Alexei’s body, fastening to every perfect facet of him. Lube found its way to my hand and to my dick. My fingers inside him, testing his tight heat.
And fuck, it was tight.
Cam claimed Alexei’s mouth again, gripping his hips, holding him down.
I slid my fingers from Alexei and aligned my waist with his, pushing inside him, slow and steady.
Pressure engulfed me, wrapping around me like a vice. My thighs trembled, my stare latched with Alexei’s, and a low noise broke free. From him. From me.Fuck.
I rubbed his strong thighs.All right?
He wrapped his legs around me and nodded, reaching for Cam.
For his goddamn hand.
I drew a soft breath, something inside me transcending. Altering me forever. We would never come back from this. Never be the same. Me and Cam weren’t, since the afternoon in my van. Was Alexei ready for that? Did he want it? My heart said yes, and my brain had checked out for the day.
Gritting down, I gave him my full length and another involuntary sound flew from my lips. Alexei gasped and it nearly killed me stone dead. I wasn’t gonna survive this. Shoot me, stab me, and I’d come back swinging, but this was going to incinerate me.
Being inside him was a drug. I couldn’t get enough. I rocked against him in slow, hungered thrusts, building and building. Edging. Because I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t want it to end.
I fucked him, drawing out every heavy second. Every scorching beat. Limbs trembling, skin tingling, abdomen tight with pleasure. For untold time, Alexei fought me, clenching his teeth, sweat beading his skin, but he wouldn’t win.
Cam whispered in his ear.
Alexei moaned and I soaked it up, pumping my hips a fraction faster, raising the tempo, beat by beat, until he exploded, eyes rolling, cock erupting with whole body shudders and a tight clench that sent me to another fucking planet and back.
The pressure around my dick ripped away my control. I came, jaw unhinged and groaning, falling forward, trusting Cam to catch me before I smothered Alexei.
He did. He caught us both and a burgeoning feeling pricked my eyes. Alexei needed this. He neededus, and so did I.
23
Cam
Saint was many things, but he didn’t have a magic dick. No one did. And sex was never gonna fix the damage some other cunt had done to Alexei.
But fuck, if it didn’t calm us all down.
Alexeifell asleep. In my arms, lolled against me while Saint curved around him from behind.
My brain was on overdrive, hooked on the men in my bed but packed with the frenetic back and forth of what was to come.
Rubi was arriving at nightfall for church, armed with the intelligence he’d gathered under Alexei’s guidance. His last text to me had chucked a grenade in my brain.
Rubi:buckle up. it’s gonna be messy.
Old news. My life was messy, but some shit just made sense.
Like Saint’s hand resting on top of my head right now. He was drowsing, not asleep, not awake. His palm on my scalp was lazy. Clumsy almost. It was everything I needed while I counted down the hours till dusk.
Bikes roused me sometime later. Despite my racing mind, I’d fallen asleep.
Saint and Alexei were still beside me, awake and watching.
I scrutinised Alexei. He was back in the room, gaze sharp and laser focused, a faint apology lingering in his slate-grey orbs.
Nope.Not having it. We were all a little crazy. Maybe it was just as well there were three of us.