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And his irises were still locked on mine. He kept staring through me with those same carnal eyes, as if along with my body, he was also penetrating my soul.

I surrendered again, as I had the first time. He could have me. He could own me. And as he kept drilling away, sawing himself in and out of my body, I realized I’d let him do anything to me. Everything to me…

I don’t know how long he fucked me like that. All I know is I ended up straddling him, riding him, screwing myself downward as he thrust his hips up. The way he filled me was amazing. It left me lost in some other world, my brain reeling with pleasure, totally out of control.

Somehow in the middle of everything I slid down his legs, dragging my tongue along his broad, beautiful chest. Abruptly I wanted to taste him. All of him. From the salt of his skin to the tangy sweetness of his thick, musky manhood.

All of a sudden I wanted him in my mouth, to swallow him whole. To drain him with one pumping fist, straight down my eager throat.

Without warning, someone behind me chuckled.

“Oh, so it’s like this now, is it?”

I whirled, and Marcus’s eyes fluttered open — both at the same time. Sure enough, there was Randall. He’s been standing near the foot of the bed, watching us, for God only knew how long.

I stopped mid-stroke, my mouth still locked around the head of Marcus’s cock. My eyes shot up to meet his, and for a long moment we both froze.

Then he smiled, pushed my head down again… and resumed watching me blow him.

Okayyy…

“Early bird stuff, right?” Randall was still teasing. “I knew I should’ve stayed up! Hell, if only I’d—”

“Shhhhhh…”

I stopped going down on Marcus just long enough to shush Randall with a finger. Then I shifted a little, winked mischievously, and wriggled my ass his way.

“Yeah?” He arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

I laughed evilly before dropping my mouth back around Marcus’s saliva-slick crown.

“You talk too much,” I mumbled wetly, just as a fresh pair of warm hands closed over my ass.

Twenty-Seven

RANDALL

She was a long way from shy, I’d give her that. Hot and eager and moaning like crazy around some stranger’s cock, as I gripped her by the hips and sank into her.

God, she’s soaked…

She really was, too. I had no clue how long the two of them had been rutting like animals, but it had definitely been loud enough to wake me up. And considering how soundly I usually slept, that was no small feat.

But damn…

Watching him pin her to the bed like that, legs spread so far apart she was practically doing a split… it reminded me a lot of our nights with Donna. Of the crazy things we did together, just the three of us. And in the craziest of places, too.

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bsp; Since then a lot had happened. The incident at Belgrade. Civilian life. Kyrkos. Little by little, these things had taken important pieces out of Holden. And to a lesser extent, out of myself as well.

But nothing beat those times, when we’d fall in bed with her together. When Holden and I would pin her mercilessly between us, pushing and pulling her back and forth… the way Andrea was pinned between the two of us now.

I risked a glance at Marcus. He had his eyes closed, his hands sifting through those shimmering waves of thick, platinum hair. Maybe he’d done this before. Maybe not. But in the way she was so hungrily devouring him, I had to wonder if he was really such a stranger to her after all.

“Fuck me, you’re tight.”

It was pretty wild, how fast she’d caught on. How easily she’d fallen into the rhythm and timing of being sandwiched between us. Andrea was moaning loudly now. Rocking on her hands and knees, whimpering around Marcus’s cock as I drilled her hard from behind.