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She was like a delicate flower at springtime, breaking through the dark soil, its petals unfurling in the bright sunshine.
Weston’s face appeared next to his, so he released Rose, allowing the other man to take over kissing her. Marek did his own explorations, running his fingers over her flat stomach. She was too thin. He recalled her doubled over with hunger in the cellar, and the memory bothered him.
Even tonight, they’d forgotten to eat. He would have to take better care of her, of them. His motto had always been to protect those who needed help. In the past, that protection had come in the form of muscle and might. It would be much different with his two lovers. They had no problem fending for themselves in a fight, but they also put themselves at great risk as they fought these purists. What they needed was someone to protect them from themselves.
Rose’s hips jerked slightly when he drew his hand lower. He stroked her clit slowly, softly at first, but when Rose turned her face away from Weston to look at him, he understood that tonight he needed to feed a different hunger.
Weston backed away, lying on his side so that he could watch and play as well. As Marek continued to toy with her clit, Weston stroked his fingers along her wet slit.
She reached down to grasp Marek’s cock, but he shook his head.
“No, love. Not tonight. This isn’t going to be about sex. The three of us are going to get to know each other. And we’re going to take it slowly.”
“But I need—” Her request came to a gasping halt when Weston pushed three fingers deep inside her.
“We know what you need, Brown Eyes. There’s nothing I won’t give you.”
Marek pressed harder on her clit, his knuckles and Weston’s brushing against each other as Weston fucked her with his fingers.
Marek bent his head to suck her nipple into his mouth at the same time Weston cupped her cheek and drew her lips back to his for another kiss.
At first, she lay still beneath them, and Marek realized years of training wouldn’t be washed away in just one night. Rose had obviously been trained to accept her master’s bidding quietly, without moving.
Marek lifted his head at the same time Weston did.
It was apparent he’d come to the same realization when Weston asked, “Do you like this, Rose?”
His question startled her. “Yes. Of course. God. So much.”
Weston grinned and gave her a quick kiss. “You know, you don’t have to be quiet. Move around if you want, scream at us to do stuff better, make a few dirty demands.”
“Dirty demands?” Rose asked, as Marek spotted the laugh lines by her eyes for the first time.
“Oh yeah,” Weston said. “The dirtier the better. You’ve got two guys in your bed, ready to fulfill your every desire. What do you want?”
Rose glanced at Marek mischievously. “I want the two of you to fuck me, but Marek took that off the table.”
Marek winked at her as he said, “Language, Rose.”
The three of them laughed loudly, and the heaviness of the moment was washed away in unexpected, unrestrained humor. Weston rolled to his back, the mattress shaking under him as he shook with laughter. Rose had to wipe her eyes when she lost the battle to stop giggling. Marek felt the same mirth, the same joy, and it occurred to him that the two of them were far too serious.
Actually, scratch that.
The three of them were. While Marek thought he had a good sense of humor, he realized he didn’t laugh all that often. Usually because there wasn’t much to smile about in his line of work.
It took several minutes for the three of them to manage to get their laughter under control. One would start again and the other two would join in. When they finally got a grip on themselves, they were lying beside each other, Rose on her back, Weston and Marek once more on their sides, facing her and each other. Weston idly stroked her stomach, while Marek held her hand.
“I can’t remember the last time I laughed in bed,” Rose admitted. “Isn’t that sad?”
“I can’t either, Brown Eyes,” Weston confided.
A silence fell, but it wasn’t an awkward one. For Marek, it felt natural to simply lie in bed with Rose and Weston with no expectation or need for more. He was content with their company. Happy to be close to them.
Initially, he’d believed they were two broken souls, and yet, he realized now that wasn’t true. In some strange, unexplainable way, he’d begun to view them as indomitable, kindred spirits. Rose and Weston had dedicated their lives to protecting others—Tabitha, Caden, each other, and even the Trinity Masters. They’d seen a wrong and they had sacrificed everything in their attempts to stop the corruption, the evil.
They’d spent a lifetime being beaten and abused and yet they never gave up. They both thought they had, but their presence here proved that beneath all the pain, there remained a thread of hope.
It was enough.
