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His words caught, his breath caught, his world narrowed to the feel of Ash pushing inside him. It was so incredibly tight, it made Nicco wonder if he’d ever be able to take him, but that thought only excited him more, the image of Ash pushing him down, teasing his hole, stretching him and…
“So fucking tight around my fingers,” Ash murmured in Nicco’s ear. “I can feel you throbbing around me. What are you thinking about, Nic?”
“You…” Nicco confessed. It felt like a confession in the soft morning light. “How it would feel for you to stretch me with your cock…”
Ash stroked his finger in deeper, and Nicco hissed out a moan of pleasure.
“You’re never going to fit.”
“Such a good little Angel wants to try, though?” Ash growled. “Tell me, Nic, how long do you think you’ll last with your cock in Hanna’s tight, sweet pussy and me filling up your ass?”
It was impossible to think with the cloud of lust fogging over everything, because Nicco wanted that more than he was willing to admit, that intense connection between all three of them, that coming together, finding pleasure in the dark shadows that felt like home.
“As long as you told me to,” he gritted out, the answer one of instinct. He loved that feeling of being in control, of telling Hanna exactly what to do, but fuck if there wasn’t a burning need to submit right beside it, to give everything to Ash in his moments of desperate pleasure.
“So fucking good, Nic.” Ash shuddered against him. “You’re going to make me lose control just from fingering your tight hole and imagining you on your hands and knees for me.”
“Lose control,” Nicco muttered. “Please…”
“You just want me to finger fuck your hole with cum all over my fingers,” Ash groaned.
Nicco released a shaky breath. “Fuck, yeah. I do.”
Ash placed a surprisingly tender kiss on Nicco’s neck. “Later, Angel. I promise. For now, I only want you to come for me.”
He pulled Nicco back just enough to wrap his free hand around Nicco’s cock, at the same moment he pressed his second finger into Nicco’s ass. It was an explosive combination, nearly overwhelming in its intensity, and it barely took three strong strokes before Nicco barreled right toward the peak.
“So close,” he managed. “So fucking close, Ash.”
“That’s right, Angel,” Ash muttered. “So close for me. All mine.”
“All…yours.”
Nicco lost his control right at the very edge, spilling hot, thick cum all over Ash’s hand, gripping the bedsheets and swearing fast and low as the pleasure rioted through his body, stealing his breath and every thought he’d ever had.
“So fucking hot,” Ash muttered. “Next time, you’re coming down my throat, Angel.”
Next time. Like they weren’t holding their fingers over the fire hoping they wouldn’t burn, like the three of them were pretending this thing between them could survive the harsh light of day.
Nicco knew the truth. It would be a means to an end, a pathway for Ash and Hanna to finally find each other when they were ready, a story they sometimes remembered on cold winter nights.
He was a tourist in their homeland, and it would do well for him to remember it.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hanna stared out at the mountains through the enormous picture window. It had been dark when they had arrived, and even if the sun had been shining in the sky, she had been far too distracted by everything that had happened to pay attention to her surroundings.
The horror had faded in the night, not yet grief but a murky, swampy in-between thing that required her to watch herself if she didn’t want to get pulled below. She knew that the hurt, the pain of losing her home and the fear that came with knowing she was being targeted, would come.
But for the moment, she could pretend it away, focus on the grand world outside the window as the coffee water began to boil and she started the drip. The process was methodical, almost meditative. It gave Hanna a soft place to land, where all she had to worry about was returning to the bed where two naked bikers would be waiting for her.
She felt Ash’s presence at her back before she heard him. No doubt their world of surveillance and security had taught even the large, muscled men to walk light on their feet. She didn’t turn, just let him pin her in against the counter, with barely enough space to put down the kettle.
“We should probably talk,” she murmured, all too aware of the quiet morning air, the gray sky not yet warmed to blue.
Ash leaned down, pulling her hair away from her neck so he could kiss her throat. Despite herself, Hanna felt a surge of heat between her thighs. They had thoroughly fucked her the night before, waking her after she’d passed out only long enough to clean up and climb under the covers, but it seemed there just wasn’t enough where Ash and Nicco were concerned. She wanted everything they had to give, no matter how much she would have to pay in the end.
“We can talk later,” Ash whispered, the two of them in their morning bubble, safe from the world outside, if only for a little bit. “Right now, I’m hungry.”
