Page 33 of Watch Your Back (Devil’s Backbone #2)

Royce asked if we were all cool with him taking Spark to meet his mom.

On the one hand, I think it’s a great idea.

Knowing what we know now, Katie’s situation seems all the more suspicious.

I think Ashley would love to meet her too.

But selfishly, I don’t want him stealing her for a whole day when I have a crapload of ass-kissing to do.

She’s big mad at me right now, but I know I can talk her down—the makeup sex will be so worth it.

Maybe I can finally fuck that sweet ass of hers…

O ne thing I very quickly learned about Royce was that he had endurance and patience.

He was more than happy—downright gleeful at some stages—to hold back his own release for the opportunity to see me fall to pieces over and over again until I genuinely suspected I wouldn’t be able to walk ever again.

“Can I tell you a secret?” he murmured, kissing my hair as I gasped for air in the wake of another intense climax. We were both sweaty and tangled up in the heart-bed sheets, but his pierced cock was still rock-hard where it was buried deep in my pussy.

Unable to form words, I just jerked a nod in response.

“The soundproofing in our apartment kinda sucks,” he informed me, lazily playing with one of my nipples as he spoke.

We were in spoon position, with one of my legs hooked up over his hip.

“And Carter’s en suite shares a wall with my room.

So sometimes, when you two are loud or I’m listening hard enough, I can hear everything you two are doing… or saying…”

My eyes snapped open, and I drew in a sharp breath.

Royce chuckled, a dark sound. “Oh yes, you know exactly what I’m talking about, don’t you? Has he done it yet?” Then he groaned. “Fuck, the way your cunt just clenched around me is unbelievable.”

I wet my lips, trying to find my voice as nervous anticipation filled me in dizzying waves. “Not yet,” I replied in a husky voice.

“Good,” he murmured, his fingers tweaking my nipple as he rocked his hips. “Can I?”

Holy shit. Royce really wanted to destroy me for anyone else, and I wasn’t even the slightest bit mad about it. Not even fully thinking through the logistics, I nodded. “Yesss…”

His whole body seemed to tense and flex at that one word, then he abruptly withdrew and climbed off the bed.

Right as I was about to protest, he shot me a sharp look over one of his perfectly toned shoulders. “Get on your knees, Squirrel. Ass in the air for me.”

Stunned and more than a little fuzzy-headed from all the orgasms, I rolled to my belly and did as I was told. My reward was a sharp gasp and moan from Royce as he returned with whatever he’d grabbed out of the minibar. Then a moment later, I understood.

“That’s a really well-equipped minibar,” I panted as he slicked lube down my crack and into my tight hole with two firm fingers. Royce wasn’t here to play, and I was all for it.

He hummed a laugh. “It’s the honeymoon suite, Squirrel.

Would you expect anything less?” He dropped the little bottle of lube onto the sheets, then the crackle of a packet hinted that he was putting on a condom.

Probably to protect his piercings, which was not a bad idea.

Then he was gripping my hips and forcing that broad tip inside without any further preamble.

A strangled scream escaped my throat at the intense stretch—so much more than Carter’s fingers—and Royce froze in place. “Don’t stop!” I exclaimed, arching my back into a deeper bend.

He hesitated only a second before his fingers dug into my flesh harder, gripping my hip bones as he worked more length into my ass with panting gasps. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he ordered in a gruff voice, still a goddamn gentleman even with his dick in my asshole.

“More,” I demanded instead. “Give me more.”

I moaned as he did as I asked, even though it hurt. It was a hurt that I could quickly become addicted to because it was so very closely linked to pleasure, and I just knew I’d be coming harder than I’d ever thought possible before we were done.

“Oh my god, Squirrel,” he gasped as he pushed deeper. “You feel fucking incredible. This ass was made to be fucked. You like the edge of pain, don’t you?”

I didn’t respond because I figured my moaning and panting sort of spoke for itself, but then he slammed in the rest of the way, and I screamed. He grabbed my hair in one hand, wrapping it around his fist and jerking my head back as my body bowed beneath him.

“I asked a question,” he growled.

Fuuuuck. “Yessss,” I hissed, my eyes nearly rolling back in my head. “I love it.”

With the most impeccable timing, the motel room door opened right then, and Heath stomped through carrying a bag of takeout boxes and a scowl on his face.

I gasped, panicked, but with Royce’s dick buried between my cheeks and my hair in his fist…

there wasn’t much chance of hiding what was going on in his absence.

“Uh, give us a minute?” Royce suggested with an edge of humor.

“Look, I gave you as long as I possibly could,” Heath snapped, depositing the food onto the table and tugging off his coat. “But it’s freezing out there, okay? You wanna try standing outside in the freezing cold with the hardest dick known to man and see how long you last?”

Royce held his grip on my hair, keeping my head tilted back at an almost uncomfortable angle as he started to rock his thick, pierced cock in my ass. “Five more minutes,” he grunted.

Heath tossed his coat onto the sofa, then turned to glare at the both of us with blazing eyes. “I gave you nearly two hours, dickhead. You want me to—” He broke off, his brows shooting up and his mouth rounding in an O. “Bro. Carter’s gonna murder you.”

Royce withdrew farther this time, then thrust back in hard enough to make me oof . Then an embarrassing little mew escaped me, and my face flamed.

“Tough shit,” Royce murmured, his free hand stroking my rear end. “He had plenty of time.”

Heath met my eyes with a considering look, and I licked my lips. Blame it on the position he’d caught us in, but at this stage, I figured there wasn’t anything to be lost by shooting my shot. “Heathcliff…are you just going to watch? Or are you going to come over here and fuck my mouth?”

Royce barked a startled laugh, his hips pumping that thick cock in a series of shallow thrusts while he chuckled. “If you don’t?—”

“I’m not an idiot,” Heath snapped back, already tossing his shirt aside and unbuckling his jeans. “You have no idea how hard it was not to stand outside jerking my cock like some kind of Peeping Tom, creepy fucker.”

He didn’t bother taking his jeans off, just tugged them down enough to free his huge cock and knelt on the heart bed close enough to reach my mouth. Slick precum already beaded on his broad tip, and I licked my lips eagerly as Royce tugged my hair harder.

Heath fisted himself and tapped my lips with the salty tip. “Open wide, beautiful girl. This won’t be gentle.”

“Good, she likes it rough. Don’t you, dirty girl?” Royce thrust hard, and I cried out just a split second before being muffled by Heath’s cock stuffing into my mouth. I relaxed my jaw, taking him in and swallowing, eager to relax my throat around his girth, and he rewarded me with a gasping curse.

It was a lot. A lot. And Heath hadn’t been lying when he said he wouldn’t be gentle.

I wasn’t sucking his cock—he was fucking my throat.

Equally as hard as Royce fucked my ass. All I could do was brace my hands on Heath’s thighs and hold on for dear life between them as they pounded into me from both ends.

Tears streamed from my eyes, and my muscles screamed with exertion from the position, but if anyone tried to stop, I probably would have lost my damn mind with frustration.

Then Royce released his grip on my hair and reached around to thrust his fingers into my pussy.

I shattered.

The noises that I made as I came, and came, and came would probably haunt me for the rest of my life, but I was no longer in control of my own body. Liquid gushed between Royce and me, and he grunted curses, body trembling as he finally allowed himself to finish.

Heath was just a split second later, shooting his hot load straight into the back of my throat as I desperately tried to swallow and not choke.

It was safe to say, I was a boneless fucking mess.

The guys had to manhandle me under the sheets, and it felt like hours before my head stopped swirling and my breathing slowed to normal.

All the while, the boys got cozy on either side of me and turned on the TV to some sports game while they ate the nachos Heath had picked up.

“So, um, Heath…” I said when I finally recovered enough to find my voice. “I take it you’re not mad about this development?”

He looked down at me, licking queso from his fingers. “Not even a little bit. As funny as it was to see Royce stuck in the friend zone so long, I also know how he feels about you. There’s something comforting to know you have other protectors…just in case.”

I swallowed hard, heaviness settling over our warm, fuzzy scene. Just in case? He meant just in case something happened to him. Or any of them. He was saying he was glad I had backup boyfriends in the event one of them died.

Talk about a morbid dampener on the mood, but at the same time he was only speaking the truth. I blew out a breath and sat up from my snuggled position between them. “I think I might take a shower.” Because I was sweaty and sticky and that was no way to sleep.

“Want company?” Royce offered with a suggestive brow waggle.

I smiled, shaking my head. “I’m pretty sure you already broke me, so no.” Because also now I was thinking about everything that’d happened so far this year with the society and hypnosis… Was it all over now that Dr. Fox was dead?

Fuck, I hoped so. Now, more than ever, I hoped it was over. The thought of losing any of my guys made my chest ache painfully, and I found tears sliding down my face as I showered.

I couldn’t afford to lose any of them. What the fuck did that say about me, that I couldn’t just be satisfied with one? Maybe Nate was right. I was a hypocritical slut after all, because I would quite legitimately commit murder myself if anyone tried to get between us now.

Even Carter…although he’d better grovel hard before getting back into my panties.