Page 46 of Brazen Defiance (Brazen Boys #4)

Clara

W alker finally strips off the last of his clothes, and I take a moment to absorb the masculine beauty surrounding me.

Our time away honed us all, and their bodies reflect that truth through the lines of muscles that cut across all of them.

Their strength is so evident when naked, but can be so easily be hidden by loose clothing.

Then Walker takes my wrist, drawing me to him, wrapping my fingers around his cock, holding my gaze captive like his hand keeps me tight around him.

His pace is slow, my hand an instrument of self-torture.

His other hand tilts my jaw where he wants it, before he dives into me, the kiss calling to my darkness, begging it to come out and play.

And it does, my heart loud in my ears, the urge to take control of his careful motions urgent, but impossible, my free hand wrapping around him, digging into his back with no other target.

He grunts, then pulls back with a grin I can’t parse on his face.

But he leans in, nipping at my bottom lip. “I like it when you mark me,” he whispers.

Before I can think of a response, he yanks off my slip and drags us into the bed, laying me over him, sliding into me without preamble, the slight burn making me hiss.

The jackass laughs, then takes my mouth again as we rock together, working him deeper, the stretch glorious after so little stimulation.

But once we’re fully joined, he stops, glancing over my shoulder.

And the slick sound of Jansen’s hand on his cock has me craning to watch, the lube in one hand, every savage ounce of him staring at me like he plans to eat me whole. But it’s me he looks to, not Walker. “Yeah?” he asks, words as hard for him right now as they are for me.

“Yeah,” I say.

Cool liquid drips down between my ass cheeks, and he works first one finger in, stretching me, Walker distracting me with slow circles of my clit, kissing across my chest, strange whimpers already falling from my lips.

A creak has me turning my head, RJ leaning forward in the chair, every muscle tense as he watches Jansen add a second finger.

Moaning, I press into the stretch, the pain and the pleasure combining in such a way that my nerves tingle from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes.

And when the blunt head of his dick presses into me, his fingers abandoning their coaxing touches, I flop down, the sensations too much to keep myself braced above Walker.

“You’re doing so good, princess,” he mutters, Jansen’s fingers digging into my hips as he rocks into me, an inch at a time.

“It’s so much,” I whimper.

Walker’s fingers move faster as he plucks at my nipples, the dual sensations competing with the never-ending stretch I’m desperate to survive.

Then, with a grunt, Jansen’s hips snap into my ass, and I’m so damn full, I can’t breathe.

The bed dips, and RJ’s there, pulling me into a desperate kiss, sloppy but so full of desire, his strong fingers digging into my hair. “Gorgeous, sugar. You take them so good.”

Walker pulls out, then pushes back in as Jansen pulls out, the two of them setting a rhythm that has me panting, tears caught in the corners of my eyes.

RJ runs his thumb along my bottom lip, and I open for him, saliva gathering as I look at his dick, needing him in me, needing to feel all of them taking from me, giving to me, making a whole from our disparate pieces.

The weight of him on my tongue has pleasure spiraling through my body, and I give myself over completely to the sensations, to being surrounded by so much pleasure, so many points of connection, becoming a vessel of sensual overwhelm.

Jansen mutters nonsense against my back, his fingers tighter on my hips every time he plunges in, more bruises I’ll gladly wear.

RJ curses every time my tongue swipes the head of his cock, his touch gentle on my jaw, his gaze so full of worship that the tears I’d been keeping at bay fall, only to be caught by his thumbs.

And Walker anchors us all, every smooth strike into me coupled with another circle of my clit, not enough to have me falling apart, but more than enough to keep me hovering right on the edge.

Then Jansen’s hips lose their rhythm, slamming into me as Walker stills himself.

And with a groan, he comes, the ripples of sensation inside me making me moan around RJ, his fingers tightening on my jaw in response, the curses louder.

Walker mutters something, then picks up his own pace, slamming his fingers down on my clit, forcing my orgasm, causing electric shocks to shoot through me, losing what little control over my body I had.

RJ locks my jaw open with his grip, and everything gets fuzzy and bright.

Walker spasms inside of me, and I clench around him, causing both him and Jansen to groan, and with brutal efficiency, RJ plunges deep into my throat—once, twice, before unloading so deep in me that for a moment fear spikes, worried I’ll suffocate.

More tears fall as my throat struggles to swallow everything he gives me, before he eases back out, leaving the heavy weight of him on my tongue as I gasp and he wipes the tears from my cheeks.

Jansen twitches once more inside me before collapsing, his lips damp on my shoulder, our skin slick between us.

RJ pulls out, scooting down beside me to take my mouth, the taste of him still fresh on my tongue as he praises me without words, instead using a kiss that gives more than it could ever take to say what can’t yet be uttered.

Walker strokes my sides, and when I look down, I find his eyes closed, face lax beneath me.

“Good?” I eke out.

His dark lashes flutter before he forces them open. “Damn good, princess. That was…”

“Like we were fucking you and each other at the same time,” Jansen says, his breath warm against my back.

A short laugh escapes Walker. “I wouldn’t have put it like that, but yeah. It was a whole hell of a lot. How are you doing? Are you okay?”

The anxious clip in his voice is unfamiliar, but I just nuzzle him, words still hard.

“Amazing.” I wiggle an arm out, and RJ comes closer, letting me hug him, keeping everyone with me, their combined touches and scents soul settling.

None of us move, the moment lingering.

I’m happy. Probably the most content I’ve ever been.

But the greedy bitch that lives under my skin aches for one more touch, one more soul to pull close, stay close, to love and be loved.

One more body, missing from this bed, missing from my side.

A crack in a perfect moment.

One I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to mend.