Page 39 of Killer of Mine

“Scottish on his dad’s side. The accent comes out in the bedroom,” he says.

I glance between them, wondering how Jude knows that. “You two have done this before.”

Jude nods carefully. “On occasion. Oz likes to watch.”

My stomach sours at the idea of them with other women. I try to shift away, but Jude lowers his weight onto me, pinning me in place at the hips.

His eyes narrow. “We’re not saints, Freya, but we’re also not players. This isn’t going to be a one off, meaningless thing. Sharing you with Oz makes this more serious to me, not less.”

Oz moves to the side of the bed and settles in against the wall, crossing one leg over the other. “So, am I staying or going?”

Jude’s eyes are clear as they wait for my answer. He’s not lying, he wants this and if I’m honest, so do I. I lick my lips. “Stay.”

Jude kisses me. “Good girl.” He pushes up so I’m no longer pinned to the bed but only so his hand can dip back down to my center. He slides my pajama shorts to the side and drags his fingers through my folds.

I arch off the bed, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“How does she feel?” Oz asks from his vantage point.

“Soaked,” Jude answers.

I’m sure my cheeks flush crimson but I get the satisfaction of seeing Oz harden beneath his pants.

Jude is just as talented with his fingers as his mouth and soon I’m squirming beneath him.

“Lift her shirt up.”

Jude does as he’s told, pushing the material up to my neck until I can feel Oz’s gaze on my breasts. God, I didn’t know being watched could be this hot.

Jude slides two fingers inside of me and reaches up to play with my nipple. The sensations shoot straight to my core and I want to pull away and push closer all at once.

Jude presses a kiss to the side of my breast. Then sucks till it stings. “If you don’t stop wriggling you’ll hurt your wounds and I’ll have to get Oz to restrain you,” he warns.

I gasp as a rush of wetness floods from my core.

Jude’s fingers still. “Well, well, well.”

“What is it?” Oz asks.

Jude’s smile is nothing short of devious. “I think our girl likes the idea of being restrained.”

Oz hums. “River will be pleased.”

I’m about to ask whether that means what I think it does, but Jude chooses that moment to curl his fingers upwards and my thoughts scatter as I come apart.

“Again.”

I’m busy panting, my pussy spasming when Oz’s demand registers. “I don’t know whether I can-” I start, but Jude cuts me off.

“Shh,” he says, “Listen to Oz.” His thumb presses down on my clit and I lose the ability to speak, let alone argue.

“Turn her around,” Oz orders.

I whine as Jude’s fingers leave me but then he’s lifting me by the hips and laying me across the bed, so my head is hanging off the edge. “What – oh.”

Oz steps away from the wall and my question falls to the wayside. He stops with his legs either side of my head and I watch, enrapt as he undoes his belt and frees himself. He nods at Jude and my mouth falls open as Jude thrusts his fingers back inside of me.

Oz takes my mouth like an offering, tilting back my chin and pushing his cock inside. The world spins a little as the blood rushes to my head and I grip onto Oz’s thighs. The angle opensup my neck so he can slide all the way in, and I choke a little when he hits my throat. It takes a moment for me to adjust to his size but then I swirl my tongue around his length.