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Back in the RV, my hoodie is quick to go right on the table by my backpack, and out of politeness, I kick off my shoes right after Kieran does the same. Before I can do anything else, however, he grabs my arm and tugs me close, eyes on mine. The door opens and closes, just as I can hear the truck engine outside revving.

“No,” he tells me, voice soft and even. “Do you hear me, Noa? You don’t want to go home? Fine. I could make you, but it feels like maybe I don’t have the support I’d need for that.” He casts a quick glance at Val, who’s come in to stick his head in the small fridge and is pointedly ignoring us.

“But if I let you stay, then you’re staying here. You’re?—”

“Do you like me?” I ask, cutting him off before my confidence fails. The question stops him, and his brows knit in bemusement at the question. “Do you?” I repeat, some of my bravado stripped away now that I have to repeat myself.

“Yes. I’d think that was abundantly clear by now,” Kieran murmurs, still looking like he’s not quite sure where this is going. “Why?”

“Okay, let me try again. Do you like me for more than just sex? More than just to chase through the woods? Do you like me in the ‘doing things together’ way? Stupid shit, fun shit, romantic shit?” God, I can’t believe I’m saying all this. Discussing feelings is so far outside of my comfort zone, I might as well be manning a solo trip to outer space. But I can’t back down, or he’ll use it to his advantage.

“I’m in love with you.” He says the words slowly, enunciating them, and they still make my stomach twist and a million doubts come to my head. “And I know you don’t believe that from the look on your face. But I’m not just in love with fucking you or chasing you, Noa.” Almost sweetly, he reaches up to tuck my hair behind my ear while his gaze holds mine. “So yes. I think it’s safe to say I like you enough to do stupid, romantic, or fun shit with you. Though I’m not sure how that applies to this moment.”

“Because if that’s the case, then you can’t just tuck me away in a closet when you don’t want me around. You can’t tell me I only get to deal with part of you instead of accepting all of you.” I take a breath, then let it out with a huff. “I know what you are, okay? In fact, I know what both of you are, and I was aware of it before I decided to ask Erika how to find you.”

Kieran’s eyebrows go up just as I realize I’ve fucked up. “Ah, wait, I didn’t mean—” I begin, but he cuts me off with a snort.

“I was wondering how you found us. Actually, I started thinking you somehow implanted a tracking device on Val when he wasn’t paying attention. Erika really told you where to find us?” He seems more amused than anything, which I’m hoping is a good sign.

“Can you pretend I didn’t say that? Please don’t be mad at her. Or tell anyone.” God, I really don’t want to get her in trouble.

Kieran rolls his shoulders in a shrug. “I have more interesting and pressing things to care about than Erika helping you find us. So go on,” he invites. “Tell me how I can’t push you into that closet over there and lock you in until I feel like letting you out.”

He’s teasing me now, and I hope that’s a good sign. With him, though, I can’t quite tell. “You can’t, because I’m trying to do this thing where I support all of you. Where I’m a part of this, with both of you, even when it’s something that terrifies me or makes me uncomfortable.”

After taking a breath, I add, “Tell me you’ve never killed someone who didn’t deserve it.” I hate how pleading it sounds, but I need them to say it. I need to hear that they aren’t just indiscriminate murderers.

“You know we don’t.” Val sounds almost hurt. “We’re not just mindless serial killers. We’re not monsters . Well…” He clucks his tongue. “Yeah, we’re monsters. But not that kind. We’ve never hurt someone that didn’t deserve it, and I don’t know why we would.”

I give him a grateful grin as he slides into the little booth with a bottle of cherry coke in his hand. He salutes me in return and ignores Kieran’s soft scoff of disapproval.

“We don’t do this for fun. Well…” He tilts his head back, then looks at me to give me an almost apologetic grin. “If I told you we don’t enjoy it, I’d be lying. But you have to live with that. Knowing we don’t enjoy it enough to take it further than taking care of people who deserve it. That I can promise you. And we never will.”

“Then that’s enough. If I’m going to stay, it has to be enough. You have to at least give me a chance to try .” I sound almost pleading, which irritates me since I want to sound like I’m the one in control right now.

“Do I?” A smile curves over his lips, lessening the gravity of the situation. Something in me relaxes, and I let out a soft sigh of relief that he isn’t angry. “Do I have to , Noa?”

“Yeah.” This time I’m the one to tangle my fingers in his shirt, and without letting myself second guess what I’m doing, I move us toward the bed at the back of the RV. “You have to. I won’t always play your victim, you know.” Even though it’s a lot of fun to be chased through the woods, pinned down, and fucked until I can’t walk.

Now that I think about it, having them fuck me until I can’t walk might end up on my bucket list.

I keep moving, until my knees hit the bed, my eyes holding his. Thunder rumbles, shaking the windows, and I take the moment to spin us around until it’s Kieran’s knees hitting the bed. He lets me shove him down, though he pulls me down on top of him. But he lets me push him down onto his back so I can straddle him and stare down into his gorgeous face and dark brown, nearly black gaze.

“Come on,” he encourages, his hands finding my hips. “Make me, Noa.” Rain starts to pelt the windows, and belatedly I notice Val has followed us back into the bedroom, though he moves to sit at the far end of the bed like he’s content to just watch.

Part of me wants to know if he’d be willing to help me, if he’d hold Kieran’s arms while I take my revenge for being called a brat and carried over his shoulder last night.

The other part of me really likes the feeling of his hands on my thighs and the strength in his grip. I lean over him, bracing myself on one hand while trailing my fingers down his jaw. Experimentally, I wrap my fingers around his throat, though when he raises a brow at me as if to question the motion, I wonder if tightening my grip would be a step too far.

But that’s okay. Because I like the feeling of him holding my throat a lot more than I want to cut off his airway. I just want to feel him under me, and I do when he swallows, his breaths coming in a deep, even rhythm.

“I’m not afraid of you. Not so much anymore.” I let my hand move to the hem of his shirt, and he sits up on his elbows to let me tug it off of him. “So you can’t scare me into submission.”

“Can’t I?” he asks with a chuckle, just as I shove him back down. “Are you really telling me I couldn’t have you shaking apart and begging me with tears running down your face if I tried? Are you telling me I couldn’t have you writhing and fighting me as I drag you through this campground by your hair?”

“Okay, but that’s not making me afraid. And if I was crying, it wouldn’t be because I was afraid you were going to kill me,” I point out dryly. My nails slide down his collarbone, skimming along the contours of his chest, before I press lightly against his sternum and prompt him to lean his head back.

“I could pretend,” he offers with a chuckle. “I always love it when you’re shaking apart with my cock in your pussy or your mouth.”

“You’re a jerk.” I reach up to comb my fingers through his hair and he leans into it, clearly enjoying the touch. I do it again, then I tangle my fingers deep, nails scraping against his scalp before leaning down to lick a line up his throat to his jaw.

I don’t expect his shudder . Nor do I expect the way his breath hitches when I tentatively graze my teeth against his throat. Heat floods my body, going right to the space between my thighs where I’d really love for him to touch. But not yet. I don’t want to give up my control.

“A little bit lower,” Val comments from the other end of the bed. “You can make him whine for you if you’re lucky.”

“Shut up, Val—” Kieran’s words are cut off with a sharp gasp when I take Val’s advice, moving lower before digging my teeth in against the junction of his neck and shoulder. He arches up against me, his body finding mine where I’m still straddling his thighs, and his hand comes up to grip the back of my neck when I bite down harder.

To my surprise, and probably his, I don’t let go. A soft growl trickles from between my lips, and I tighten my hold on his throat, then lave my tongue over the skin between my teeth and draw it into my mouth hard enough to leave a mark.

I don’t expect him to love it. But he surprises me when he starts to writhe and pant. Then, just as Val said, a soft noise leaves him that could charitably be called a whine and not just a needy moan. At least, I’m taking it for one.

“Take off your fucking pants, Noa,” he pants when I finally let go to look down at his face.

“Why? Can’t you be patient? What if I’m not done yet?” I ask, an arrogant grin on my face as I congratulate myself for turning him into the needy mess he’s quickly becoming.

But when he opens his eyes to glare at me, I realize maybe my arrogance has gone a step too far and he’s the sun that’s about to melt my wax wings.

Sure enough, his hands on my thighs tighten, and just as I start to mentally rename myself Icarus , he flips us over until I’m the one underneath him on the bed. “You’re next,” he informs Val, glaring up at him. Not that the latter seems to really mind. He chuckles, flopping down onto his back with his eyes fixed on us. “So don’t get comfortable up there.”

“Oh, I’m going to get very comfortable,” Val disagrees. “Poor Noa, though. Did we get a little cocky?”

“Shut up,” I mumble, trying to get my feet under me to regain some kind of leverage to flip the tables on Kieran. But he’s way too strong, and he easily pins me with one hand on my throat, the other already ripping off my sweatpants. They’re easier than my leggings, given that they’re pretty loose, and within seconds he has me naked from the waist down and panting with a mixture of exertion and anticipation.

“You don’t get to keep this on today. I want to see all of you,” Kieran tells me, tugging my shirt and bra off over my arms. When I’m completely naked under him, he sits back, hands on my thighs to hold me in place. “ Fuck , how I want to take my time with you,” he sighs. “But we’re on a schedule. Still…” He grips my thighs more tightly and forces them wider. His gaze makes me squirm, and I jump when Val’s fingers card through my hair and he curls closer to me.

“You don’t mind, right?” he murmurs, glancing up at Kieran with a lazy look. “You don’t mind if I kiss her for a little while?”

“I suppose.” He leans over, reaching out to run his fingers through Val’s hair. Then he yanks him up off the bed, pulling a yelp from the man’s throat before Kieran slams their lips together in a harsh, punishing kiss.

God, it’s so hot watching them like this. It hits me that I’ve never really watched them do anything, and I find I want to change that as soon as possible, if it’s an option.

“What, uh, what are the chances I get to watch you fuck him?” I ask, my voice quiet. I’m almost afraid to interrupt them, though I see the edges of Kieran’s mouth curl up in a grin just before he shoves Val back down to the bed.

“We’ll see how good you are for me.” He grabs my thigh and pulls it over his shoulder, surprising a yelp from me. As I watch, he licks his fingers, making eye contact as he gets them wet, before unceremoniously pressing two of them into me and scissoring them wide.

“You don’t need this at all, do you? Val really fucked you good, darling girl. Your greedy pussy is just begging for me to get to the fun part.” God, the way he talks could probably get me off without any help from his actions. He takes only a few minutes to work me open on his fingers, no matter the fact that I’ve got my leg hooked over his back to try to urge him to hurry the fuck up.

“So impatient,” Val chuckles, turning so he’s all I can see. Especially when he brings my face to his and cradles my cheek in his palm. “Don’t worry, princess. Sweet girl—” My gasp cuts him off when Kieran brushes his thumb over my clit, and my hips arch off the bed.

God, I feel so needy with them.

But clearly Kieran isn’t that patient either. I can’t see him, thanks to Val’s lips brushing against mine and his teeth nipping insistently at my lips, begging for entrance. But I can hear him unzipping his jeans, just as I feel him shift a little closer and smooth his hands over my hips.

“So good for us,” he purrs, his cock sliding against my wetness. He teases me like that, barely dipping further while he just fucking moves against me. “And so needy, aren’t you?”

Val swallows my groan of frustration, taking my noises greedily. He growls sweetly, and that must be some kind of signal, because without warning or any kind of sign I can see, Kieran shoves into me until he’s buried in my cunt, his hips pressed against my body.

“ Fuck ,” he sighs, as I whine into Val’s mouth. He moves to let me breathe, his eyes flicking downward, and I feel him reach with his free hand until his fingers find my stomach and stay splayed there.

“He’s not going to last long in you, princess.” Val chuckles. “So you better come quick if you want to see him fuck me.”

“Well then, tell him to move,” I pant, fidgeting on the bed and rolling my shoulders against the mattress. “Tell him?—”

Kieran growls a soft curse, pulling back as he does, and slams into me hard enough that I cry out as my hips come off the bed from the overwhelming feeling. Val chuckles as his hand slips lower; and whatever complaints or quips I might have uttered die on my lips when his fingers find my clit.

He’s not gentle.

Neither of them are.

They don’t start out soft or sweet. They don’t give me soft, romantic words or compliments. Kieran fucks me like he’s on a countdown, and Val sits up suddenly to kiss him hard. When he yanks Kieran’s head to the side, I realize he’s doing it to put on a show for me.

Bless him.

Literally, all I can think is, bless him . Especially when he adds a second finger to really work me over, his fingers making wet, lewd noises against my slit as he teases my body just over where Kieran is fucking me.

It occurs to me that I could go crazy like this. With both of them touching me, and with Kieran’s cock buried in my pussy. My eyes are glued to them, and Kieran finally lets go of one of my thighs to grip the back of Val’s throat. He forces his head back, eyes flicking to mine, before he bites down hard on his murder partner’s lower lip until Val moans a protest and tries to jerk away.

Only for Kieran to delay in actually letting him go. When he does, though, he shoves Val hard back to the bed with a growl. “Take off your fucking pants, Val. And you’d better not need me to open you up with everything I did to you yesterday. I’ll finish inside you once she comes for me.”

With that, his attention is back on me, and his hand replaces Val’s on my clit. I gasp when he gives me the same rough attention, though I’m certainly not complaining.

“Come for me, darling,” he purrs. “Come around my cock and you can watch me finish in Val. You want that, right? You want to see me pin him down and wreck his day?”

“Always,” I gasp, my breath coming in sharp, heavy pants. God, Kieran isn’t the only one who isn’t going to last long.

Especially when he growls and lunges forward to bury his teeth in my neck, right over the spot he marked last night. “Then come for me, Noa,” he growls, licking over the battered skin and making it tingle. “I know you want to, so come for me. Come on. Be a good girl, darling, and just let go.” It’s a combination of everything that has me hurtling over the edge of the proverbial cliff. I nearly scream with the force of my orgasm which he fucks me through, though even before I’ve caught my breath he pulls out and drops my leg back to the bed. “Can you sit up for me?” he asks, panting and reaching down to palm his cock.

“Sure, yeah. Let me just uncross my eyes,” I breathe, shuddering one last time as the last of my release finally fades. I sit up, moving to the head of the bed and leaning back against the cool glass of the window. I imagine I can almost feel the rain pelting down on my skin, and I tilt my head back with a sigh, my muscles happy for the break as my brain goes into full relaxation mode.

I could so go for a nap.

At least, until Val’s yelp has my eyes opening instantly, and I look up to see Kieran shove him down on his hands and knees in front of me.

“Clean her up for me while I fuck you,” he orders, barely waiting for Val to shift forward on the bed so he can grab my thighs with a hungry look before Kieran is kneeling on the bed behind him.

“You don’t have to—” I begin, but Val snorts.

“I want to,” he assures me, dragging me closer to him until my thighs are over his shoulders. “Such a pretty pussy,” he croons, reaching up to drag my hand down. He presses it to his hair, shuddering as Kieran runs his fingers down his bare spine. “Let me clean you up while he fucks me, princess,” he adds, but it’s not a request.

Not considering the way he’s looking at me.

Kieran barely gives him a few seconds to part my folds with his tongue before he’s three fingers deep in Val’s ass. The brunet whines against me, sounding just as needy as I did as his back arches off the bed and he rocks backward like he’s asking for more.

Which Kieran is all too happy to give him. He makes good on his threat of not doing much to open him up, and soon enough I’m watching him slowly sink into Val with a groan and his head tilted back. “Bet she tastes so good,” he sighs, thrusting in gently until Val moans.

The compliment sends a shiver down my spine, and my breath hitches when Val’s tongue teases my oversensitive clit. My hips jerk, making him chuckle, and when Kieran pulls back to thrust into him again, it occurs to me that this is sort of what I looked like last night.

Though I doubt I look as gorgeous as Val does right now. With the way the muscles in his back are rippling and his soft hair gripped in my fingers, he’s the perfect picture of carnal sin while he’s getting fucked and eating me out like it’s his special talent.

“Oh, fuck,” I sigh, throwing my head back against the window with a thud. “ Val ?—”

“He’s so good at it, isn’t he?” Kieran asks, fucking into Val harshly. “He was made for it, I’ve decided. When I fuck his face, he’s just as dedicated, and I swear I’ll never get tired of it.” Val groans under the praise, and Kieran runs a hand down his spine again. “Good boy,” he chuckles. “Look at you showing off for her.”

That makes Val wiggle in a way I’m all too familiar with. He rocks his hips back into Kieran’s, who curses under his breath and slams into him. His rhythm falters, and as he starts losing his steady pace, I get to watch him wrap an arm under Val’s hips to grasp his cock.

I can tell Val likes it from the loud, needy moans he starts making, audible even with his head buried between my thighs. He becomes more insistent there too, his fingers joining his tongue and thrusting into my pussy.

“Val!” I gasp, my hips jerking in his grip. “Fuck, if you don’t stop?—”

“I told you,” Kieran growls, reaching out to grip Val’s neck. “He’s so good with his mouth. Besides, you deserve to come again. Just keep your hand in his hair. Drag him to you if you want. He doesn’t mind the rough handling. But I want your eyes on me, baby girl.”

His words are like a magnet. My gaze finds his and Kieran grins wolfishly before gripping Val’s hips. As I watch, he speeds up, not bothering to maintain a steady pace as he slams into Val hard enough that I’m half sure he’s going to leave marks.

Between my thighs, Val whines and squirms, the sounds leaving him sounding a lot like begging. He sinks his fingers deeper into me, choosing to use his mouth to suck and lick at my clit.

I last just long enough to see Kieran come apart with his cock buried in Val’s ass, but that’s about it. My second orgasm hits me somehow harder than the first, and I let out a series of soft, breathy noises I’ll definitely be embarrassed about later.

Finally Val arches, whining and moaning against me, until Kieran yanks him upright and my hand falls from his hair. Still buried in him, Kieran pulls him against his chest with one hand, while the other is gripped around his flushed, leaking cock, then bites down on his shoulder.

Val comes with his eyes on mine, and his mouth open in a loud, very not-subtle howl. His release spills over Kieran’s hand as he continues to stroke him through his orgasm, until finally Val is a limp, writhing mess in his arms.

Not that Kieran seems to mind. He chuckles and kisses the brunet, and runs his nose up his jaw. “I hope neither of you expects a nap, or a repeat today,” he says, finally letting Val melt back to the bed. “Because we need to go soon. And if you’re so intent on going with us, that means you as well, Noa.”

“Yeah, no, I’m uh.” I sit up, pushing my sweaty hair back from my face. “I just need a shower and four shots of espresso and I’m ready to drive for about twenty hours straight. Probably.” Not that I’m sure what today entails.

Or if I’m really ready to handle it.