Page 50 of Rogue’s Mark

I shriek as my head drops back, hitting the soft pillows behind me, and I let go of my pussy lips to start rubbing my clit. I’m full, as full as I’ve ever been, with the three guys working me at different paces, giving me absolutely no break.

“Look at the window, baby,” Armen says.

The moment I open my eyes and see the people on the other side watching with approval and admiration, my orgasm hits. I arch and buck and shake for the whole club to see. The guys increase their speed and pressure like they aren’t going to let me come down.

But they do stop, and very suddenly. I open my eyes up to them flipping me to my knees, and bending me over the edge of the chaise. Again, someone behind me kicks my legs apart, and someone else parts my cheeks and places his cock against my ass.

“Dude, you need some lube?” That’s Armen’s voice.

“No,” I say in a raspy voice. “I’m wet. I’m wet enough.”

“Okay then,” Sting says. I know it’s him not only from his voice but also how hard he drives his cock in my ass.

I scream again, gripping the throw pillows my face is buried in and push back against him as if he could possibly get deeper inside me.

With an ear-shattering growl, he pumps me faster until he unloads, and I collapse in the room, leaking from both my pussy and ass.

I fucking love sex with these guys.

“You okay?” Rogue asks, watching me stare back through our window.

A couple on the other side of the glass nod and smile slightly when they catch my eye.

I take a deep breath. “I survived.”

Everything is survivable with these three in the room.

I didn't expect this. Not any of it. Not the club, not the window, not the way the guys took care of me. I came here tonight carrying my father's initials and the terror of being close to something I've wanted for years.

I'm still carrying all that shit.

But it's lighter now. That's what these guys do. They don't take the weight away. They just make it easier to hold.

28

ROGUE

The thing about bad news is that it almost never knocks. It creeps in through a side door wearing somebody or something else's face, and by the time you recognize it, it's already sitting down and helping itself to your coffee.

In this case, it comes wearing two faces, which is how I know it's serious.

Kade and Mara find me in the operations room a little after noon, and they come in together. That's the first thing I notice. Not one trailing the other. Together. Mara's got her arms crossed, and Kade's wearing the face of a man who'd rather be anywhere else. Whatever this is, they've already discussed it without me.

Terrific. Love being the last to know.

"Tell me," I say.

"The spy made contact," Kade says. "With me."

"When?"

"This morning, by the old food court. He didn't sneak up on me. He clearly wanted me to see him coming. You should have seen him, strutting through the hallway with a cheesy smile on his face. I’m surprised he didn’t pull out his dick to show me how big it was."

Mara snickers.

Kade continues. "He knew my name, Rogue. He knew I'm the one who pulled the address out of the trash can where some idiot dumped it."

Well, ain’t that a kick in the ass? But I keep my expression blank. Nobody outside our group is supposed to know about that find, which led us to the city’s north side. So either we've got a leak, or somebody's been watching us a great deal longer and closer than we know. Neither option is going to help me sleep.