Page 46 of Stockholm (Angel of Mercy #1)

I look at her, still gripping her hair and push forward so she can see Bo and Jesse clearly. She’s a visual girl, and immediately she’s biting her lip at the sight before her.

“Oh my god,” she hums, and I widen my legs which pushes hers further apart.

I nod at Bo, who’s watching as I fuck her, looking dazed as he’s filled by Jesse. “Fuck,” his voice is deep with lust.

“Does it feel good, pup? Yeah? Now be a good boy and lick your friend’s cunt,” Jesse demands, shoving Bo’s head forward so that his mouth presses against Emma’s clit.

Her head falls back, but she leans back up a moment later to watch, a constant whine leaving her as she starts to roll her hips against his mouth.

Bo sucks on her clit, eyes on her face as he does so, the desire clear.

After a moment, his tongue lowers to the place we meet, his mouth exploring her entrance as I pound into her.

I growl at the extra friction at the base of my cock, a little tease added on top of the fucking insane feeling of being inside of her. When she realizes he’s alternating between sucking on her clit and flicking his tongue around her entrance, around me, her head falls back.

“Oh my god, I can’t handle this. Bo, please. Noah, it’s too much.”

“No, it’s not,” I say in her ear, pulling her mouth to mine. “You’re gonna take whatever we give you and you’re gonna fucking love it.”

Jesse yokes his arm around Bo, pulling his head back and kissing him.

“Fuck, I can taste her on your tongue. Watching you teasing them has me about to bust. Make them fucking come now,” he says, thrusting Bo’s head back onto Emma’s pussy.

She shakes, her body damp with sweat and I watch her face in fascination as ecstasy rolls across her features.

“Bo, stop. I can’t take it.”

“He won’t,” Jesse growls. “Bo, suck on her clit.”

He does, a devious light in his eyes as he takes her clit into his mouth and sucks, rolling his tongue across it and I feel her push over the edge as it happens, her body bowing with the greatness of her orgasm, a cry building in her throat as she squeezes my cock impossibly tight.

Her vice grip triggers me to fall over the edge with her, and I fill her with sharp thrusts.

“Keep going,” Jesse says. “Fuck, fuck, this is so goddamn hot I can’t take it.” Bo’s driven forward as Jesse bottoms out inside him, emptying as he falls over his back, kissing his neck. “Fuck, I love you, Bo. I love you.”

I’m stuck on Emma, who’s quivering so hard my body shakes with it, and Bo does as he’s told, licking up her arousal.

“Emma, give Bo a thank you kiss for eating you so nicely,” I say, and she leans forward, taking his face in her hand and pressing a hesitant, sweet little kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” she says quietly, and he leans his forehead to hers, a breathless grin on his face.

“Told you I’d always take care of you, didn’t I?”

She lets out a small laugh of disbelief at what’s just occurred. “You did, didn’t you?” She peeks up at Jesse. “It’s probably not the right time, but thank you both. You know, for being so…comfortable to be with.”

Jesse kisses her forehead and she turns to me. I see them behind her, Jesse kissing Bo everywhere, removing the handcuffs, rubbing his wrists.

I focus on her.

She twists to lay her head on my shoulder, her chest on mine. Her heart is like a hummingbird inside her and she’s trying to catch her breath.

I remove the handcuffs and use my thumbs to massage the skin of her wrists, dropping occasional kisses to the top of her head.

“You did so well, angel. So well. You were perfect, baby. ”

She must be worn out, the long day, plus the orgasm and the weed making her sleepy. I gather her to me and carry her up the spiral staircase to her room.

Molly winds dangerously around my ankles as I enter and lay her on her bed. Her eyes blink up at me, heavy as if she can barely keep them open.

I head into the bathroom and come back with a cloth to clean her up, studying each part of her for signs that we were too rough, but she seems okay, just exhausted.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she says, and I pause.

“That I missed seeing you like that the last few weeks,” I say.

“Do you feel different about me when I’m kissing Bo or when Jesse touches me?” she asks, and I cut my gaze to hers, catching the hesitance on her face.

“Hey,” I say, crawling into bed next to her and turning her to me.

I rest my hand on her hip, and lay my head next to hers.

“I wouldn’t lie about that. I know it makes you feel good.

And I know they care about you.” I pull her in for a sweet, lingering kiss.

“But if anyone else touches you I’ll fucking kill them. ”

Her pupils blow out at that statement and I smile at the hint that she’s into that. But it’s not performative. I would rip the throat out of anyone who puts their hands on her.

“This has been amazing. I feel like I’m just getting to see parts of myself that must have existed this entire time. It’s…it’s like a second chance somehow. Thank you, Noah.”

She burrows into my chest, and in no time,l I hear the sounds of her breathing slow and even out.

This time, there’s no itch to run, to sneak away in the night. I just click my tongue to get Molly to come running and she curls up on the other side of Emma. Safe in this space, she sleeps like the dead, and so do I.