Page 37 of Stockholm (Angel of Mercy #1)

The Kept

J esse’s growl reverberates through my body as he tugs Bo up and pushes down on his upper back so that his head’s dropped over the back of the wide couch, and he stands behind him, propping one knee up on the cushion.

With his other hand he brushes down Bo’s back leaving a trail of goosebumps, his abs rippling as he shifts under Jesse’s touch.

My own breath is shallow. I’m ridiculously absorbed in the sight of them. Bo and his athletic body allowing Jesse’s powerful build to push him, control him. They’re both so appealing, I can’t tear my eyes away.

Noah dips his head down to my ear, the warm breath making me feel weightless. “Eric might have hurt him, but you’re here now to help him move on, Emma.”

My breath hitches. His words mean something, but it’s hard to focus with the sight in front of me, with Noah’s large hands flexing across the front of my body.

One dipping to my shirt and pulling up on the bottom, sliding underneath it to my heated skin.

The other dipping beneath the band of my sleep shorts.

Jesse’s pressing Bo’s head to the back of the couch, his face turned to the side so that I can study his expression and the way his eyes have fallen shut.

Jesse reaches down to grip his hip tightly and flexes his hardness against him.

I watch enthralled as he licks his lips, his eyes growing darker as he moves to the front of Bo’s sweatpants, sliding his hand inside.

Bo moans, gripping the back of the sofa tight as his forehead drops between his hands, his hips rolling against Jesse’s hand, which slowly starts to pump him .

Noah’s fingers slip lower, dipping slowly along my center, leisurely exploring. “Jesus, look how fucking wet it makes you to see them together, Emma,” he says and Bo’s eyes flutter open to land on me.

Noah’s hand pulls up on my shirt and I sit straight to let him tug it over my head. If I think at all, I’ll stop him, so I stop thinking and give myself over to Noah. I’m his to move, his to control.

“That’s my good girl,” Noah murmurs against my skin, his large frame hard against my back. “Bo’s letting us take care of him. Let us do it for you, too.”

My entire body tightens at his words, and me and Bo are locked in each other’s hazy expressions when Noah glides his finger up my center once more, circling my clit and pulling his hand free.

“Want a taste?” Noah’s husky voice asks, and a beat later I realize he’s talking to Bo.

It’s Jesse who answers though, by fisting Bo’s curls, and shoving his head toward Noah’s hand, still pumping him slowly with his fist inside Bo’s pants. “You deserve a little treat, don’t you, Bo?”

Bo nods, and I gasp when I see him open his mouth and Noah slide his fingers along his tongue. “Suck,” he orders, and Bo does as he’s told, his eyes rolling up to Noah’s.

I can’t believe what I’m seeing, I can’t believe that five minutes ago we’d been discussing our futures and now he’s licking my arousal from the fingers of the man who’d kidnapped us. It feels like a dream but is so undeniably real.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jesse moans, pumping him harder. “Bo, I need you right now, you little fucking tease. You’ve got everyone in this room turned on.”

He tugs at Bo’s sweatpants and pulls them down slightly, and before I can process what’s happening my head’s jerked up and Noah’s mouth is capturing mine with another tortuously delicious kiss.

He probes my mouth, and I breathe into it, his hand finding its way back inside my shorts, teasing me. His other hand rolls my nipple between his rough fingers. I can feel him like a rock beneath me and I whimper into the kiss .

I can hear what’s happening beside me, and I peek to the side, catching a sliver of Jesse’s hands wrapped around Bo’s throat, looking down at the spot where he’s easing himself into Bo with short, controlled thrusts. Hearing the groan from Bo as he does.

“If it’s too much you can stay here in my kiss,” Noah whispers into my mouth, his fingers drawing out a breathless moan from me. “If it’s going too fast you just need to tell me, angel.”

I peek sideways again, me and Jesse both watching as he slowly sinks into Bo, my stomach flipping at the sight.

At the sight of Bo’s face, gritting somehow with both tension and pleasure at the same time.

I let my eyes drop, and he’s there. All of him.

My heart is thundering, because this is wrong.

I know it is. It’s Bo. My best friend. And even more importantly, these are the men that ripped the illusion of my life away from me when they came to the bank with guns and blindfolds.

But I don’t want to stop.

“I’m not an angel,” I murmur, and he smiles into our kiss.

“That’s a lie,” he says, biting my lip roughly. “But I’ll indulge you. Take off your shorts.”

He says the last part louder, and Bo and Jesse flick their gaze to me as I lift my hips and Noah pulls my shorts down. I’ve never been undressed like this in front of anyone.

Let alone three someones, all of whom aren’t my husband. My mouth dries, and I try to fight the urge to run. To hide.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Noah groans, pulling me back against him, my head dropping on his shoulder as he explores my skin, grazing over my heated body.

I turn my head and fight nervous butterflies to place light kisses on his neck, then grow bold and flick my tongue out, which makes him grip me harshly.

“Fuck, you’re killing me, Emma. You’re doing so well with us.” He teases my neck with his mouth, making me shiver. “Can you be a good listener?” Noah asks, watching me as I peek back over to Jesse, who’s picking up speed as he thrusts into Bo. I nod.

“I’ll be good,” I promise, looking up at him and he smiles at my words, kissing my forehead as his hands linger on the swell of my breast .

My breath hitches, and I’m just in my underwear now. He’s slowly removing my barriers, the only things I have to hide behind.

“Good,” he says, biting my ear and raising his voice so everyone can hear. “I think Bo needs a little more comfort after being so vulnerable. You love making him feel better— safer , right Emma?”

Bo turns, his eyes locked on mine, his wild waves damp and hanging over his face. Those eyes of his burn into me, and I swallow.

I nod. “Yes, I want to make him feel better.”

“He wants you too,” Noah says softly, lifting up on my hips so that I’m on my hands and knees, Noah behind me and Bo and Jesse to my front. I can see Jesse’s hot gaze on my body, biting his lip as he asks Noah something with his eyes. He then turns to Bo, who’s watching Noah explore my body.

Large hands roll up my thighs, up and over my bottom to my lower back, up and down, massaging me, getting me used to this touch, to being touched in front of everyone. I shiver at the feeling, of how good it feels whenever Noah’s hands are on me.

My voice rasps on his name, “Bo?” I need to feel he’s here with me, that we are in this together. That nothing’s changing and we’re still the same. Still anchored. That I’m not floating away from myself.

He bites his lip, taking in the sight of Noah’s hands gliding down to my underwear and dipping beneath until another moan catches in my throat.

“Come here,” Bo says, reaching out and gripping my head, pulling my mouth to crash against his. I gasp, letting him guide me until his soft kiss drags me under. Soothing my nerves. He takes the lead, comforting me, gently rolling his tongue against mine.

My underwear is tugged to the side and I squirm as Noah sinks a finger inside me, Bo swallowing my moan whole.

Every part of my body is on fire, sensitive to the slightest touch and overwhelmed by what’s happening.

Bo’s hand locks in my hair, and I can feel him being jolted into our kiss with each thrust from Jesse.

A hand grazes my chest, tugging at my nipple and I widen my eyes to see Jesse’s touching me as well. His gaze is hot on my face. “ Beautiful,” he bites out, smoothing his hand up my side. “You two look so fucking pretty together.”

I take in his words as a heated mess, absorbing them. Bo pulls away, his warm breath on my neck as Jesse picks up the pace, fucking into him and reaching back down to jerk him in time until Bo is once again clutching the back of the couch to hang on through his wild pace.

I’ve never been taken like that. I ache to be wanted so desperately that it hurts.

Noah adds another finger inside me and angles right for my g-spot until I’m pushing my hips back into him. Lowering my head to the cushion so I can absorb everything he’s doing to me.

“That’s it pretty girl, fuck yourself with my hand,” he says, and the words skitter across my skin and make me moan. “Tell me you want me to make you come.”

I squeeze my eyes shut as he picks up his pace, the fingers hitting that perfect spot inside me that has stars bursting behind my eyelids.

A sharp smack rings out and I gasp, eyes blasting open to look back at Noah, who simply smirks down at me.

“Eyes on me when I’m making you feel good,” he says quietly, and I watch him as he fucks me, as he eats up the sight of me submitting to his touch. “Now use your words.”

It’s too much, the words feel unnatural on my tongue, even in my thoughts. “I—” I swallow, and he nods at me to encourage me to keep going. “Please make me come,” I whisper and his eyes grow dark.

“How do you want me to do that, Emma?”

My cheeks flush further. “Like this.”

His head tilts. “With my fingers where?”

He’s pushing me.

I moan as he goes harder, absorbing each movement of his. “In-inside me,”

Another loud smack rings out as he spanks me, forcing a yelp. “Not good enough. Tell me where? ”

I bite my lip, a keening noise escaping me and there’s a hand bushing against my hair.

It’s Jesse. “Let us hear it, pretty girl. Let us hear your voice when you’re saying what dirty fucking things you want us to do to you.”

I watch him as he speaks, and then nod helplessly, unable to say no to such a request.