Page 38 of Stockholm (Angel of Mercy #1)

“Now try again,” Noah says. “Say ‘Please make me come with your fingers in my pussy, Noah.’” He’s smirking again and it should make me upset that I’m being taunted but instead it’s sending a fresh roll of ecstasy up my spine.

“Please, please make me come,” I whimper as Jesse tugs on my hair so I’m looking at him, as his hand pushes me back to Bo’s mouth. “With your fingers in my—” I moan into Bo’s mouth, the word stalling in my throat. “In my pussy,” I finish quietly, self-consciousness rolling in.

Bo’s tongue softens the embarrassment. Noah’s fingers crash into me, holding me in place as his other hand dips below my underwear to roll my clit.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he groans.

“I’ll give you whatever you want if you ask me in that sweet little voice of yours,” and he does. Manipulating my body until I’m shaking.

Bo’s breath comes in sharp pants as Jesse fucks him relentlessly. “I’m going to come, Bo, and you’re going to come with me,” he says, jerking him harder and Bo’s eyes fall close.

They're both on the edge when Noah grips my hair, tugging back so that I’m in his lap again, legs spread wide and his hand wrapped up and around my throat.

“You’re fucking perfect, Emma. I can’t stop thinking about the noises you make, the look on your face when I’m making you feel good.

I could spend all day playing with this sweet pussy,” he whispers in my ear, still fucking me with his fingers.

“I want to watch as you come all over my hand, got it?”

I nod, the feeling rising inside me so quickly at his words, so strong I almost can’t control it.

“Say please, angel. ”

“Please,” I almost shout, the electricity singing up my spine.

“Please can I come, Noah? Please, please,” the words fall from me deliriously, and Jesse and Bo watch as I fall to pieces, Noah driving me to a place I’ve never been before as I arch in his lap, trying to survive the wrenching feeling that tightens my body.

“Fuck,” Bo groans, as he bites the back the couch, his own orgasm triggering Jesse as he slams into him one last time, and grips him by the shoulders to bottom out inside him.

I watch through the pleasure wracking me as Bo’s come paints Jesse’s hand, his fingers dripping with it as he grips him through til the end.

I’m a shaking mess by the time it winds down, quivering in Noah’s lap as my flushed skin starts to cool and I shiver.

This emotion is indescribable. I’ve opened myself up and shown them a part of me that I wasn’t even aware existed.

The ecstasy starts to recede, and there’s a rawness left behind that pricks at my skin, at my heart. I pull my knees toward my chest, wrapping my arms around them, my throat closing.

Jesse’s kissing Bo’s shoulder, using his shirt to wipe his come from his hands, helping clean him up, and I look down. Would Bo regret that kiss? Have I ruined our friendship in a fleeting stupid cloud of lust?

But then Noah’s hand grips my chin, turning my head so that his whiskey colored eyes are all I see. There’s a softness in them that I latch onto.

“You did so good, baby,” he says, and the term undoes me, a tear escaping that I don’t understand.

It felt so good, I’d felt so connected, and yet immediately self-consciousness flooded me when the moment was over.

“Come here,” he says, turning me so that I’m straddling his lap.

“You’re okay.” He pulls me tighter, one hand gripping the back of my neck and tucking my face to his shoulder.

I hide out there for a moment, my body starting to shiver.

“We’ll be right back. Jesse, can you grab some blankets? Why don’t we all sleep out here tonight. ”

I let him carry me. It’s hard to explain how his hands soothe the doubt that’s gnawing at me. I don’t have the energy to think right now, it’s like my brain evaporated with my orgasm.

“I’ve got you,” Noah says, setting me on the bathroom counter. He starts the water, then returns to me and helps me hop down and leads me under the warm water. I watch as he removes his clothes and gets under the stream with me.

He’s hard, and I look up at him. “Are you mad that I didn’t…touch you?”

He shakes his head. “Nobody’s mad at you, Emma.”

I sit with that for a moment. “But you’re the only one who didn’t get to…you know.”

A small smile quirks up. “I knew this was going to be really big for you. You let your guard down with us, and that’s not easy. I assume it’s your first time watching someone else have sex.”

He squirts soap in his hand and washes me, and I let him. “It was. I haven’t…done a lot of this.” I swallow. “But I liked it.”

He nods, rubbing soap along my back. “I wanted to focus on you this time, just to help you navigate in case you changed your mind. In case it was too much, too fast.”

I think about that. “That’s really sweet.”

He cocks his head to the side. “I don’t know about that.

Maybe it’s self-serving. Maybe I want you to like this so you want to do it again.

” His eyes burn into mine as he cleans my body, then leans close to my ear, brushing my hair back.

“ Maybe next time you’ll be the one with your face pressed down while you’re getting fucked by me. ”

I choke on my gasp and he smiles. It’s beautiful and I can’t tear my eyes away as he goes back to rinsing me off, my head torn in a million directions.

He’s such a conundrum. Inspiring fear at times, then butterflies the next. I wonder what he thinks of me, if I’m still just a mission. If there’s anything else . But I don’t have the courage to open my mouth, to ruin the sunset glow of what we just did .

We towel off and stop by my room to get me into a new, clean pajama set. He grabs a pair of sweatpants that have my mouth watering and then we head back down the spiral stairs.

“How many pillows could we need?” Jesse asks, scratching his messy green hair while Bo throws down another armful of them.

“There’s four of us, and I want it to be comfortable for everyone.”

“Okay but who’s getting the floor? Why’s our stuff down there?”

“Obviously we are. We’re not gonna stick Emma on the ground after what we just did.”

I blush at the reminder, and Noah turns to me, taking my hand as I step off the stairs. Suddenly I’m feeling intensely shy, after just baring myself to this group of men like I’d done it a hundred times before.

For gods sake, Noah had pulled his fingers from inside me and stuffed them into Bo’s mouth.

My best friend, Bo. My eyes drop to the ground.

What had come over me? It was like a red haze had stolen away my every inhibition and now it’s all rolling back in, ingrained previous beliefs of how I should be seen, or judged.

Mom had always told me that acting like I just had would ruin me forever. That men would like it for a moment, but think of me as easy, undesirable. It’s why I’d been so virtue-obsessed my entire life.

“Emma,” Bo says, walking over and taking my hand. “I can hear your brain churning and you need to stop. Look,” he says, leading me back over to the sitting area. “I made it comfy.”

He had, my favorite quilt and pillows covered the giant couch, and a separate pile of blankets and pillows scattered on the floor by it. It’s touching and oddly innocent after the events that just took place here.My head drops to his shoulder as I pull him to me for a side hug.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

A few minutes pass and I’m under my quilt with Noah at my back, his hand wrapped possessively around my waist.

Jesse’s already snoring on the floor, Bo laying with his head on his chest, facing me.

“Goodnight,” he says, as Noah reaches up to turn off the lamp on the side table.

“Goodnight,” I say, suddenly exhausted. The feel of Noah’s strong body at my back has me feeling safe and calm, so much so that sleep already tugs at my thoughts.

A brush on my hand alerts me, and I see Bo’s reaching out for mine, interlacing our fingers.

I squeeze him, grateful he’s here with me. Grateful we’re in this together.

To the rumble of Jesse’s snores, and the touch of Noah and Bo, I fall fast asleep.