Page 77 of Gilded Locks

He could feel the slight pulsing against his tongue as the blood returned to the tips. Stone reached between her thighs, rubbing her clit. Her hips undulated and her toes pointed as muscles in her toned thighs jumped and bounced.

“See, two men is better than one.” Ash moved from her breast to her mouth, kissing her deep enough to taste the lingering flavor of his release. “Did you like having Stone’s cock stretch your tight pussy?” he whispered against her mouth. “You sucked me off so good. And now look at you, ready for more.”

Stone rubbed her into orgasm and her cries of pleasure ricocheted from the walls. By now, Hunter had to know what they were up to. No way he couldn’t hear them. But thankfully, he sat this one out. While Marigold seemed to have found her courage, she still wasn’t ready for Hunter.

As if following his train of thought, Stone teased, “I think it’s time we call our brother in.” He withdrew his hand from her trembling thighs. “She’s drenched enough that he won’t split her in two.”

Ash dragged a finger over her swollen lower lip, unable to resist teasing her. “You want Hunter’s big dick in you?”

Her chin trembled. She didn’t say no because she was stubborn and determined to prove herself, but she was still uneasy around Hunter, which was smart. He’d give her a few more days to mentally prepare for?—

“He’s on his way.”

“What?” Ash’s gaze jumped to Stone.

Stone tossed his phone aside. “I texted him.”

Ash looked back at Marigold. There was no going back now. Joke was on him. He’d only been teasing her, but now Hunter was?—

The door opened and Marigold stilled.

“We got her all ready for you,” Stone said, slapping her lightly across the pussy.

She jumped, and Hunter’s gaze leapt to her face, then her swollen nipples. He glared at them both, then looked down at Marigold. “Are you in any pain?”

Her head shook ever so slightly. He tugged the binds and snapped, “You two, out.”

Marigold’s gaze flashed to Ash and he registered her panic. He wasn’t in the mood for another fight, but he couldn’t leave her like this with him. “Uh, Hunter, we invited you?—”

“I said out.”

He inwardly cursed, but climbed off the bed.

“Ash,” she called to him, voice tight with panic.

He bent to kiss her softly and whispered low enough so only she would hear. “He won’t hurt you. Be brave, printsessa.”

“No.” She jerked at the binds. “Don’t leave me here! Don’t you fucking leave me like this!”

Snatching his clothes off the floor, he snapped, “Come on, Stone.”

Marigold wrenched upward, confined by her binds as she shouted promised to never forgive him for abandoning her. “You swore you would protect me!”

And he would keep that promise, hanging outside, watching the surveillance on his phone until Hunter was through. But he still felt like he was leaving her to the bears. In a sense, he was.

As soon as they were alone in the hall, he shoved Stone. “What the hell’s the matter with you?”

“What?”

“I was teasing about Hunter. She’s freaking out.”

“She was fine.”

“Idiot! She was not fine.”

“Well, she was going to have to face him eventually.”

“She’s terrified. I promised to protect her.”