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He pulled his fingers free of my body, and I let out a bereft whimper. Craig’s chest rumbled beneath me in a silent laugh as his hands went to my hips to force me to remain still. My body instinctively tensed when I felt the tip of Leighton’s cock against my opening.

“Relax, Bunny. We’ve got you.” Craig said, moving one hand to my back to rub soothing circles. “Relax and breathe.”

Leighton slowly pressed forward, a slight pinching sensation accompanying his movements as he inched his wayinto my core alongside Craig. Craig focused on keeping me relaxed and breathing while Leighton worked to seat himself fully inside me at a torturously slow pace that allowed me time to adjust to the overwhelming and slightly uncomfortable sensation of fullness.

“Fuuuuck,” Leighton groaned, stilling completely when his hips were finally pressed against my ass.

“Holy… shit…” Craig’s moan was deep and guttural as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Those… fucking piercings…"

Leighton chuckled knowingly, and I attempted to roll my hips, wanting to pull that sound out of Craig again. He swatted my ass instead, causing me to still.

“Give us a minute,Ma Petit.”Leighton panted. “It’s a tight fit, we all need to adjust so we don’t blow too soon.”

I don’t know how long we stayed like that, me stuffed full of both of them, none of us moving, before Leightonfinallyrolled his hips experimentally. Craig and I both moaned at the same time, Craig muttering something nearly unintelligible about Leighton’s piercings again.

“Ride him,” Leighton ordered, reaching around to pull my back to his chest.

I rolled my hips without hesitation, the pressure and discomfort giving way to a depth of pleasure I’d never felt before. Leighton moved his hips so that he was thrusting in tandem with my movements on Craig’s cock, both of them making wild and feral sounds that mingled with my primal moans. When Craig started moving, my body stilled between them, unable to function with their alternating strokes. My eyes rolled back in my head before falling shut, and I was lost in pure sensation. Their hands were everywhere, and the toy was still pulsing and vibrating on my clit. One of them pinched my nipples, causing my entire soul to shatter as one long, seemingly never-ending orgasm rolled over me. I was awash in pleasure, lost to the tidesof it, and completely swept away, certain that I’d died and this was what heaven felt like. I barely felt the sting of teeth in my shoulder or heard the groans as their hips stuttered to a stop, the heat of their release only dragging out my own until it took me completely under into unconsciousness.

When I finally came too, Craig was cleaning me up with a warm washcloth, and Leighton was finishing securing a fresh sheet. My mouth fell open in shock at the implication they had knocked me out so thoroughly they could change it without disturbing me.

“Welcome back,” Leighton grinned, climbing into the bed beside me as Craig moved to do the same on the other side. “I want to ask how you’re feeling, but I have to tell you something first.”

He looked so nervous I couldn’t help but worry. “What? Oh God, did you guys rip me?”

“No, no, no,” He rushed out, reaching an arm back to rub his neck. “I, uh, I bit you hard enough to break the skin and I didn’t ask if it was okay first. Craig cleaned it up and put antibiotic ointment on it, but uh… yeah… I shouldn’t have done that.”

“L, I’m proud of you. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you being worried about it before.” Craig said, but there wasn’t any humor in his voice. It was sincere praise for his friend.

“I’m not an idiot. I always get consent. Usually in writing so they can’t sue me.” Leighton scoffed.

“I think I’d prefer to be asked in the future, but given the circumstances and the fact I was barely aware of anything at that point… I can see how it got away from you. It’s fine.” I said, reaching up to smooth the worry lines from his forehead with a small, tired smile. I could see him physically relax as he snuggledback in against me. “Besides, if this is the reward I get after being tortured by Az all morning, I gotta know when our next run is.”

Chapter Twenty Eight

Joey

Az stirred his coffee like it owed him something. The spoon clinked against the side of the mug in a rhythm that was starting to grate on my nerves. Or maybe it wasn’t the spoon. Maybe it was the fact I wasn’t sleeping for shit lately. Maybe it was just Az. Sitting there with his elbows on my mother’s worn oak table like he owned the goddamn place.

He didn’t, obviously. But Rich did. And now Rich was dead. So.

I pushed the last of my toast around the plate, not hungry anymore, not that I really had been in the first place. Mom had gone all out like she always did—eggs, bacon, fresh biscuits, everything—but it all tasted like ashes in my mouth. Resentment will do that.

Az, on the other hand, looked like he’d just walked off a magazine shoot. Fresh white button-down, hair like he’d styled it with a goddamn ruler. And the way he kept stealing glances at me over his mug? Yeah. He was watching. Clocking me. Like he thought he could catch me slipping.

“You’re taking her this morning,” he said finally, like it was just a normal Tuesday. Just a thing we do. Go shoot guns.Breathe air. Train the woman I think might’ve gotten my brother killed.

I took a slow sip of coffee to buy myself a second. It burned going down. “Yeah?”

“She’s gonna need the basics again,” he said, eyes on his cup. “Care, handling, muscle memory. All of it.”

“Already gave her the rundown.”

“How long ago was that?” he asked. “Before she was expected to maybe actually use any of it. It was just a precaution.” I didn’t say anything. Just tapped my thumb against the side of my mug. Once. Twice. Harder than necessary. Az looked at me now. Full-on. Calm, but I could see the tension under it. That thread of suspicion he was trying so hard to bury. “You good with that?”

“Sure,” I said. I even made it sound like I meant it. “She’s not gonna learn anything useful if she keeps holding the damn thing like it’s gonna bite her.”

“Exactly.” Az’s gaze lingered like he was trying to decide whether I was playing nice or playing games. Then he gave a tight nod and went back to his coffee. Right on cue, the door creaked open behind me. Soft steps on hardwood, slower than usual. I didn’t turn because I didn’t have to. I could feel her.