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While Leo had fucked me, Dane had put on a condom, readying himself. I flipped away from Leo and onto my knees, pushing up into the position Dane wanted. A hand came down on my ass, the crack of it filling the room along with my surprised gasp that followed. It hadn’t been hard, and the sting of it morphed into heat. Especially when Dane rubbed the area with his palm. “I love seeing my handprint here.”
I imagined what I looked like. Hands and knees, breasts swaying, ass and pussy on display for Dane. Leo turned to his side, propped up on his elbow to watch.
With a growl, Dane sank into me, slowly, one thick inch at a time. I arched my back, pushing my hips back, shifting to accommodate.
“Down on your forearms, sugar,” Leo said. I turned my head to look at him, did as he said.
“Oh.” The change in position had Dane settling even deeper.
“Good girl,” Dane said, his hand tightening on my hip. He slid in and out, setting a pace that was fast, as if he couldn’t control himself. He’d been pushed too far.
I closed my eyes, my head falling so my forehead pressed into the bed. “It’s so good. Oh my god, I’m going to come again.”
“Damn right you are.” Dane’s cocky words were followed up with his palm sliding over my ass so his thumb slipped down to press against my back entrance. The dark, carnal feel of that touch had my head whipping up, my hair settling down my back. “You’ll come on my cock and thumb, Harper. Think about having both of us in you, but Leo’s cock deep in your ass.”
He continued his dirty talk—God, they were both so good at it—as he fucked me, carefully circled and pressed and worked the tip of his thumb past the tight ring of muscle.
As soon as he breached me there—the first person to ever do so—I came. The sensation of ass play was intense and incredible. I’d never known it would feel so good.
“Yes!” I cried, milking Dane’s cock with my inner walls.
A hand cupped my breast, tugged on the nipple and little aftershocks of pleasure rippled through me as Dane filled me once, twice and then came with a shout.
When he pulled out, I dropped onto the bed. Wilted, sated. Replete. Three orgasms. It was a record for me. They both went into the bathroom, I assumed to dispose of the condoms. I didn’t care.
I was smiling, content to lie naked, handprint on my ass. That was the best sex I’d ever had.
When I peeked at them as they came my way, naked and so virile, their cocks were still hard. “Oh,” I breathed, realizing the intent in their gazes. “We’re not done, are we?” I asked.
They shook their heads, wicked smiles on their faces.
“Not even close,” Leo said, just before he pounced.
Eight
DANE
The sight of Harper in my bed
made my mouth turn up into a slight smile. I could barely keep my eyes off her. It was a first for me, waking up beside a woman. Sure, I’d slept with her, but I’d also slept with her. Mind you, Leo and I had fucked Harper for hours, so a little rest was on the agenda. Tilting my head up slightly, I checked the other side of the bed. Leo wasn't there. I’d passed out right after Harper and didn’t remember him leaving for his own bed. I had a king, but all three of us sleeping together probably wouldn’t be our thing. Next time she was here, it’d be his turn for a little sleepover. And fucking, too.
I had my usual morning wood, but having Harper beside me, it throbbed to be back inside her. And my balls? Fucking blue as could be.
My mind wandered to the scary fucking reason Harper was here. If she hadn’t seen the damned dead body, she’d have been in my bed—and between us—eventually.
But no. She wasn’t here because we’d dated or even taken her to dinner. No, she was here because of fucking Shamus O’Sullivan. She was possibly in danger, and we, by extension, were also potentially persons of interest for the made man. It could be nothing, the guy dumped in the East River with a cinder block tied to his ankle by now, but we could be at the top of his hit list. Next to sleep with fucking fishes. We’d survived one night, and based on what Leo said, all we needed to do to keep breathing air was lay low and keep Harper off his radar.
Seeing the peace on her beautiful face as she slept, I was sure we’d done the right thing by bringing her here. Twenty-four hours ago, if someone said I’d be sharing a woman with Leo in my bed, waking up beside her, I’d think them fucking insane. Now? I was the insane one. For Harper. The dark fan of her wild hair on my pillow made me want to run my fingers through it. The long line of her pale neck made me want to kiss it. And the way the sheet fell to just above her breasts had my fingers itching to tug it down, to bare her to me in the daylight. I could get used to waking up beside her like this.
Yeah, fucking insane.
Sounds wafted in through my open bedroom doorway. Leo was awake? I shouldn't have been surprised. The guy was disciplined to a fault, even going on maybe two or three hours sleep. Pushing back the covers, I carefully slipped out of bed and found a pair of sweatpants from my walk-in closet. Daytime brought reality, and we needed a game plan. I wondered if any of the feelers Leo had put out last night had gotten any leads. It would be nice to know if there was a hit out on Harper or not.
And since we'd fucked Harper into a coma, it was a great time to find out.
She was sure to sleep for a few more hours, or maybe all day, if we were lucky. Her being asleep and, therefore, not panicking or in a rush to go home, well, it gave us time.
I headed out to the hallway and didn't have to guess where I'd find Leo. Coffee was brewing. He was fixing up breakfast too, from the smell of bacon filling the air.
