Page 160 of Release

Chapter Thirty-Eight

They grab me by the arms, lift me onto my knees, and steady me as they position me where they want. Where is soon clear, because George climbs onto the bed and sits up against the headboard.

I straddle him and, yeah, not going to lie, his cock sliding into my pussy feels damned good.

Except George doesn’t let me ride him once he’s impaled me on his erection. His fingers dig into my hips as he holds me still. “That’swhat I’m talking about,” he says, pulling me in for a kiss. “Damnedgood idea, Dec.”

“I have a few now and then,” he says.

I’m really enjoying it, too.

Until Declan moves into position behind me and I realize what he’s going to do.

I tense and pull my head away from George, breaking our kiss. “No.”

Declan’s hands stroke my upper arms, working his way down to feel my hands. “Either saywelch, or take it, Casey. No safewords.” His hands skim down my sides as he rocks his hips against me, his cock sliding along the seam of my ass as he slowly grinds on me.

I barely process the concern on George’s face as I try to turn. “I saidno.”

Declan’s fist shoots out and grabs my hair, painfully wrenching my head back. He leans in close, his face inches from mine. When he speaks, the dark and dangerous growl his voice hits sends another flood of moisture to my pussy.

“Then say you’re welching, or fucking take it,girl.”

I’m not expecting it when the tears hit. “Please, no.”

George sits up a little. “Dec, wait—”

“No, George,” he says. “Thishappensnow.” He stares me in the eyes. “Igetit,” he says to me. “But your father’s been dead the better part ofthirtyyears, and you’restillletting him control you. If you can’t let the two men who love you and who would die for you into your defenses for a fewfuckinghours, after we’ve both completely bared ourselves to you, then what thehellare wereallydoing here, Case?”

Sometimes, it feels like there’s two parts of me at war. The logical part of me, and the wounded, terrified little girl who thought she must be bad. There’s no rationalizing with her, either.

Even when it makes me do things that can hurt those I love the most.

Or myself.

His gaze narrows, calculating, his mind spinning through possibilities the same way I’ve seen him puzzle out legislative decisions or campaign tactics. “Or do youwantme to take it from you, and you can’t bring yourself ask me for it?”

George reaches around me and touches his shoulder. “Dec, I think maybe—”

Declan plants a hand in the middle of George’s chest and shoves him back, hard, nearly pushing me onto George. “She can stop it any time she wants, George, and she damn well knows it.”

I don’t recognize this man at all.

Wait, that’s…wrong.

There’s something deep inside me thatabsolutelyrecognizes him and craves him.

Something dark and needy and jagged and spiky. Something raw and unleashed.

I don’t know when I started crying, but that’s George’s kryptonite, I suppose. He uses Sir voice. “Declan. I’m thinking we need to slow down and step back a little.” His hands cup my upper arms, and I think he’s about to start untying me.

Which is absolutely what I do not want.

I don’t want Declan to stop.

And I can’t make myself admit it.

Declan’s gaze doesn’t leave mine. “No. This happensnow. Doesn’t it,girl?”