Page 40 of Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

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L evi going all caveman and picking Violet up and carrying her to his room shouldn’t have been as hot as it was.

But fuck, it was.

I tried really freaking hard not to notice the flex of his biceps or the way the muscles across his back and shoulders rippled as he carried her down the hallway.

My fingers were still wet from Violet’s pussy, and I could barely think about the way he’d slid his fingers inside her, joining them with mine, until we’d sent her into an orgasm. Both two fingers deep in her sweetness.

My dick was so hard.

Bliss caught my eye from the other side of the pool table, her men still all over her but a soft smile on her face for me. She jerked her head toward the hallway Levi and Violet had disappeared down. “Go!” she mouthed.

I grabbed another beer from the ice bucket on the bar and headed down the hallway after them, ignoring the offered high fives from some of the younger club guys who played poker at the table.

I moved past the closed bedroom doors, mentally kicking myself for getting distracted watching Levi walk away and not following instantly, because now I had no idea which one was his room.

If I had to knock on all of them to find them, I would, but that would be awkward.

I doubted the bikers who had taken women to their rooms already would appreciate me asking for fucking directions to my threesome.

But I stopped dead in an open doorway.

Realizing Levi had left it open for me.

He already had her laid out on the bed beneath him, her thick thighs wrapped around his middle.

They were both fully clothed but grinding against each other slowly, their kisses deep and so erotic I just leaned against the door and cracked the top on my beer, taking slow swallows while I watched them.

“You in, or you out?” Levi growled after a moment, seemingly pissed off that he had to lift his mouth from Violet’s to even ask me.

I stepped in, kicking the door closed behind me as my answer.

But I couldn’t stop watching them together. He hadn’t pulled back the sheets, he’d just laid her straight down on the comforter. The bed wasn’t big, and it was old enough that it creaked beneath their weight, the sound as rhythmic as the rocking of their bodies.

I dragged out the desk chair and straddled it backward so my elbows had somewhere to rest. I sipped my beer again, enjoying the buzz of alcohol not nearly as much as the two of them making out.

Levi reared back on his knees, yanking his shirt off.

I bit back a groan at the ridiculously chiseled body he had beneath.

I was sure I’d look like that too, if I’d spent six years with nothing better to do than work out.

But fucking hell, there was no denying how cut he was.

How big. How the muscles across his abs were impossible to deny, and the V lines running either side of his hips were like flashing neon signs, leading the way to the good stuff beneath his pants.

My heart stopped at the sight of the tattoo over his heart.

A tattoo he’d clearly gotten for her.

The rush of something came over me. Maybe shock, because until that moment, I wasn’t sure I’d actually truly comprehended the depth of how much he cared for her.

Maybe disappointment, because yet again, this felt like the Levi and Violet show.

That they were what was meant to be, and I was just getting in the way.

As much as I wanted them, it was clear they wanted each other.

“Whip,” Violet moaned, reaching a hand for me. She dragged her mouth away from Levi’s, and her gaze connected with me.

Something passed between us.

Something I couldn’t walk away from.

So when she whispered, “Please,” even though I knew it was going to burn when she chose him over me, I went.

As long as she wanted me, I would always keep going.

The realization hit me hard. There was only one other woman I had ever felt like this for.

And when she’d died, it had nearly fucking killed me.

Yet, I couldn’t ignore the damn magnetic force that drew me toward that bed, the connection I felt with Violet so strong it eclipsed any rational thought.

I set my nearly finished beer down on the bedside table and pulled off my shirt.

I yanked at the laces on my boots, loosening them until I could toe them off along with my socks.

Levi pushed Violet’s shirt up, exposing her belly and bra.

With greedy hands, he lifted the shirt over her head and drew the bra straps down her shoulders.

He didn’t even bother sitting her up so he could undo the clasps, just flipped the cups down and lowered his mouth to her nipple, sucking one into his mouth, squeezing the other between his forefinger and thumb.

He worked her tits, but it was me she reached for, wanting more.

Her fingers undid the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper.

I shoved them down my legs and sucked in a breath when her fingers found the edge of my underwear and removed them as well, freeing my cock.

I didn’t miss Levi’s gaze straying from Violet’s tits to watch me kneel on the mattress near her head.

We both watched her stroke me, her velvet-soft hands wandering over the hardened length of my erection. I was already so ready for her, but it was a torturous sort of pleasure, having her touch me slow, having her test the way her hands could make me move.

Until she drew me in, dick first, so she licked the tip of me.

I braced myself on the wall, leaning over her so she could take my dick in her mouth.

Levi gave us room, moving down between her legs, taking off the skirt and panties I’d wanted to rip off her earlier.

I wanted to watch him go down on her. Wanted to see his tongue flick on her clit and then drive into her channel, but all I could concentrate on was the wet warmth of her mouth around my cock.

She stared up at me, the tip of me bobbing in and out, but the angle had my dick pressing against her cheek instead of the back of her throat so she could only take shallow thrusts.

And I wanted so much more than just the tip of me inside her.

I straddled her chest, pinning her arms beneath my shins. She lifted her head so I could put a pillow beneath it, and settled back, all her beautiful light-colored hair spreading around her like a goddamn halo.

How she had ever thought she wasn’t beautiful was beyond me. Her eyelashes were so dark and long, framing the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen. Her cheeks were full, her face rounded. The pink blush that was so often present on her cheeks was now flush across every inch of her skin.

I braced myself on the headboard, and this time when I thrust into her mouth, she could take so much more of me.

“Good girl,” I murmured, staring down at her, watching inches of my dick disappear into her mouth, only to come out wet and shiny from being pressed to her tongue. “You’re taking it so well.”

She moaned around me, the vibrations so sweet my balls clenched.

I allowed myself to go a little faster, a little harder, thrusting into her mouth until the leash I kept myself on was ready to snap.

Her moans of encouragement didn’t help.

Though maybe the noises she was making were more courtesy of what Levi was doing between her legs.

Fuck. I didn’t want to come in her mouth. I wanted to feel that perfect pussy clench and pulse around me.

I pulled out before I could come, breathing hard, giving myself a break to get my shit under control. I got behind her, lifting her so she was sitting.

Levi raised his head from between her thighs, his lips glistening with her arousal. He kissed her hard, grabbing the back of her neck and slamming his mouth down on hers, making her taste herself on his tongue.

She didn’t seem to mind. She crawled forward onto her knees, and he mirrored, the two of them now kneeling on the bed, his arms wrapped around her while they kissed, hers dragging down his pants to free his erection.

I leaned on the headboard and picked up my beer from the bedside table, taking a long swallow while I watched them, because if I so much as even thought about my own dick right now, I knew I would come.

I didn’t want to. Not yet. I wasn’t done playing with her.

Or done watching him.

He grabbed two handfuls of her ass, fingers kneading and molding her cheeks, dragging her closer to him, until he settled on his ass.

She instantly spread her legs, straddling him, and sank down on his cock.

They both shouted at the fast engulfing of his dick.

Jealousy surged inside me, but I knew if that had been me, I would have come instantly and then this would have been over.

I didn’t want it to be over. I didn’t want them to realize she was just as in love with him as he was with her. I didn’t want Levi to storm off again and pretend there wasn’t some sort of fucking chemistry between us that had me wanting his body as much as I wanted hers.

I’d walked away from hundreds of naked, warm, willing bodies over the years and never thought anything of it.

But walking away from the two of them didn’t feel possible.

So I sat there, watching them move together, watching them kiss, watching them fuck, and drank my beer.

God, they looked good together. Levi’s tattooed arms a stark, dark contrast to Violet’s unmarked skin.

He dragged his hands up and down her back, pushing them up into her hair, and pulling it, tilting her head back to give him better access to her throat.

He licked and kissed his way across it while she rode him, her rounded ass rising and falling as she impaled herself on him over and over.

It wasn’t long before he was demanding her lips again though, and together they fell back on the mattress, kissing wildly, her chest pressed against his.

It gave me the best fucking view of her ass, and every time she rose off him, I caught a glimpse of his thick, glistening cock, her pussy stretched around it.

She trailed her lips off his mouth and buried her face in his neck.

His gaze skated down her back and straight onto me.