Page 120 of New Nebraska Heat

Mark me another way,I told him.

His answering groan had a smile threaded through it as he slid out slowly and shot jets of hot liquid across my ass and back, staking his claim on my skin.

We both collapsed onto the bed, laughing as he pulled me into his arms.

“Was that good?” Light sweat layered his forehead as he took off his glasses, rubbing the lenses with a pillow corner to clear their thick film of steam.

“Good? That was perfect.” I kissed him hard on the lips.

I gazed up at Dagger, who was still stroking himself, dark gaze hooded, the rise and fall of his chest intensifying.

Exhausted, breathing hard, I beckoned for him to swap with Seb.

Dagger surprised me. “Not tonight, Cowgirl. Don’t want to make you too sore. Don’t worry about me.” He winked. “This is perfect.”

“You’re sure?” I asked licking my lips as I ran my eyes over him. The head of his cock was a dark red, and his fist gripped tight as it slid up and down his shaft. “I want to make you feel good too.”

Walking to the edge of the bed, he took my hand and wrapped it round his throbbing cock. “There’s no rush, my mate. Seb’s venom’s gonna be wearing off soon anyway. Just stroke me, I’m nearly there.”

Seb nodded. “I could muster up more if you give me time, but Dagger’s right. Don’t push it too far.”

“Then what about this?” I lifted my eyes up to Dagger’s face as I dropped my head lower and licked a long stripe from the base of his cock to the tip then wrapped my lips around the head. I slid my palm back and forth, as I swirled my tongue around the base ofhis head, and sucked with a gentle pressure, loving the grimace of pleasure on his face.

“Fuck. That’s my good girl. Oh, fuck…”

Subtle salt wetness exploded across my tongue, and I swallowed with a sigh. His breathing became rapid, and he clasped my hair. “It’ll be a lot. You can take your mouth off, gorgeous.”

His dick still in my mouth, I shook my head, pushing my lips down his cock just a little, only taking an inch or two in.

He groaned and exploded. The sticky, hot liquid surged fast and furious. Way more than I’d expected. I swallowed twice but ended up drawing away, unable to keep pace with his flow.

My tongue and chin were coated, trickling warm trails down my neck, dripping on my breast as I laid back on the bed, trying to catch it in my fingers and enjoy it before it fell to the carpet.

Dagger lay down, and they cuddled me from either side. Their arms lay draped across me, our skin sticking together.

We’d have to get up to clean up in a bit, but I nestled down between them, letting my fingers memorize the hills and planes of their bodies, kissing the hollows of their throats as our collective breathing became slow and rhythmic.

I shut my eyes to store away every detail. Here, in the safe and loving space we’d made together. I just hoped Bryce would come in for a goodnight kiss and Hunter would be in soon too.

Bryce

Iwas flipping pancakes, humming along to Strauss’sOn the Beautiful Blue Danubewhen Hunter emerged from Seb’s room—the room that had once been Serenity’s—hair and sleepwear disheveled, eyeing the bacon sizzling on the backburner.

Although, he didn’t look eager to eat.

He grunted by way of good morning, snatched yesterday’s paper off the coffee table, and shambled over to the breakfast bar. He crinkled its pages clumsily and smacked the first article he flipped to.

“Whole city is going nuts,” he grumbled. “They shut down the high school early yesterday. Three kids overdosed on campus before lunch.”

I turned a frown his way. “Really? That’s awful. I need to call Dagger’s chief, see what kind of donation they’d need to get more manpower on the D.A.R.E. squad.”

Hunter grunted again, jerking his head in a half-nod. As I finished up breakfast and tented tinfoil around everything to keep it warm, he sighed through his nostrils every few minutes.

Both of us shot glances at the closed bedroom door half-visible inside the hall, but I suspected we each did so for slightly different reasons. I just wanted to see Serenity’s face light up when she saw her favorite applewood bacon. Every time I thought I heard a creak or shuffle, my heart quickened, eager to kiss her good morning.

After years of loneliness, I had someone to wake up to. Someone I could greet without the slightest wince of trepidation, and I treasured these early morning moments. Even if I wasn’t the one waking up right next to her this morning.

I got the impression Hunter didn’t exactly share the sentiment.