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Roark broke the kiss and let go of Jesse’s cock, both hands pressing on his chest, holding him against the floor. With Roark arched above us, I had a direct line of sight to Jesse’s shocked face.

Whatever this was, between Jesse and Roark, between me and Jesse, I wouldn’t take anything without asking.

I hugged Jesse’s side, my breasts against his hip, my bent leg clenched across his abs as my pussy slid along the side of his ribs.

With a tight grip on his cock, I strained toward it, my mouth an inch from the tip, and met his wide-eyed gaze, waiting for him to move.

His body trembled beneath me, his eyes flickering with fire and pinning me in place. Even as he was restrained beneath Roark’s hands and shaking with mindless need, he still held the ability to overpower me with a look.

He lifted his hips, rocking toward me and shoving at his briefs as though he couldn’t get close enough, naked enough. “Suck me, Evie. Fucking do it.”

I yanked the last of his clothes down his legs and off. Then, angling over his cock and opening my mouth wide enough to accommodate his girth, I drew him inside.

He shouted something indiscernible, kicking his head back, as violent tremors spasmed along his legs. I sucked harder, stroking my hand along his length in time with the suction of my mouth.

His fingers stabbed through my hair, holding me to him as he drove his cock in and out of my mouth. The flared tip brushed the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex. I breathed through it, shivering at the sound of his labored breaths and choked groans.

Roark shifted at the edge of my periphery, sitting back on his heels. His hand found the juncture of my legs, his fingers slipping easily through my wet folds.

I ground against Roark’s hand, my mouth working harder, more frantically along the ridges of Jesse’s shaft. With my knee over his abs, I was spread wide open for their eyes. It would be so easy for Roark to pull his cock out, climb over me, and fuck me from behind while Jesse watched.

A gush of liquid heat saturated my cunt, soaking Roark’s fingers. I whimpered, frustrated, shaking with need.

“Jaysus, love.” Roark plunged a thumb inside me, his fingers rolling over my clit and teasing me open. “Ye like gagging on his cock, do ye?” A noise rumbled in his chest. “With me hand between your milky thighs?”

I made a wretched noise in my throat. More. Please. Please, fuck me.

Roark’s free hand gripped my thigh, wrenching it upward and opening me further as he fingered me toward another orgasm. “Look a’ her creaming all over us.” He lowered his voice, deep and gravelly, his accent thick with command. “Come in her mouth. Now.”

Jesse’s body turned to stone beneath me, and a hum ran beneath the hard surface of his muscles, vibrating, trembling. Suddenly, this fiercely-strong iron will of a man crumbled, his voice howling, his legs quaking, and his cock spurting, erupting, fucking shooting down my throat with so much force I choked on the insane amount of come he released.

I swallowed repeatedly, savoring the salty taste of him, and my heart soaring at the blissful, hooded look in his eyes. He regarded me with something like worship, and yes, love. I knew he loved me, but to see it shine so openly in his gaze snapped something in place behind my breast.

Roark’s hand tangled in my hair, but before he could drag me toward him, I spun, my hands cupping his whiskered jaw and my mouth falling over his waiting lips. I nuzzled and licked and sucked, our tongues sliding together with warmth and affection and delicious familiarity.

I trailed my fingers down his thick throat, over his wide shoulders, across the hard bricks of his pecs and the grooves of his abs.

Inching around his hips, I slipped beneath his boxers and gripped the hard muscles of his ass. “You’re a beautiful man, you know that?”

“Fecking apt.” He grinned. “Definitely more attractive than him.”

“Maybe.” Jesse lay on the floor beside us, sprawled like a lazy cat, his eyes half-mast. “But neither of us can compete with Doc’s trendy Abercrombie & Fitch boy looks.”

I snorted. It was kind of true.

Roark raised his eyebrows at me and passed Jesse a sideways look. “I can mess up his face when we find him.”

When we find him, not if. I appreciated the hopeful sentiment, at least, without the messing-up-his-face part. I also recognized the fact that I’d decided to go after Michio without consulting either of them. “You’re okay with that? Searching for Michio?”

“We go where you go,” Jesse said, his eyes feasting on my body as if he hadn’t just ejaculated enough sperm to repopulate the human race.

Roark dragged his boxers over his erection and shoved them to the floor where he knelt. He let me grip him, stroke him, and tug on his balls, the sac hot and heavy in my hand.