She had a sudden vision of being between them. One on top and one behind her, both of her men using her body, both of her men giving theirs to her.
Wolf kissed her, his tongue surging inside as Leo groaned and finally slid in, his heavy balls caressing the cheeks of her ass. Shelley moaned at the exquisite feeling of being utterly filled with Leo’s cock.
Wolf broke off the kiss and winked down at her before letting his hand slide down her torso.
“What are you doing?” Leo asked, never letting up on the slow slide of his cock.
“Helping,” Wolf replied. “You can pick up the pace. She’ll come in less than sixty seconds. Try to find her G-spot. Twenty bucks says we can make her scream.”
“You don’t have a serious bone in your body. And of course I can find her G-spot.” Leo growled and twisted his hips, proving to Shelley that she did indeed have a spot deep inside her that felt amazing.
“Oh my god,” Shelley gasped, the sweet pressure beginning to build as Wolf’s hands reached their destination, her clit. Wolf began to rub her clit, matching Leo’s thrusts as though they had played this particular symphony a hundred times together.
“Come for me, baby. Oh, come all over my cock. I want to feel it,” Leo said.
“Clench down, sweetheart. Milk his cock. Make him give you every ounce of his cum,” Wolf cajoled as he pinched her clit.
Leo thrust up, hitting that magical spot as Wolf pressed down, and she screamed for them. She clutched at Leo’s shoulders, feeling her nails digging into his flesh. She pressed her hips up, trying to keep that cock inside. Wild pleasure thrashed through her system as they kept up the unrelenting pace. She couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t matter because she could feel. She gave up thinking about the uncertainty of the future or the sorrow of the past. She simply was. She was a ball of pleasure, giving and taking.
Leo’s whole body tightened, and he fucked into her harder and faster, not giving her a moment’s rest before the next wave hit her. He stiffened above her, growling and pressing in, grinding out his orgasm.
A sense of peace drifted over her as Leo collapsed. Wolf’s hand came out from between them, and he leaned back as though giving the moment to them.
She was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and she couldn’t tell if it was hers or his. It didn’t matter. His cock was still inside her. He hadn’t pulled away. He wrapped his arms around her and, with a lazy, satiated look in his blue eyes, took the time to kiss her. Their bodies mingled, arms and legs entangled, his chest on her breasts, his belly nestled sweetly against hers. His tongue slid around hers, but it was a long, slow slide.
Afterglow made her feel languid and happy.
Leo came up for air. He put his forehead against hers. “Thank you, baby. I waited a long time for that.”
He kissed her again and then rolled off. She looked over at him, a little of her glow fading. Was he going to just leave? He rolled to his side and got off the bed, his hand dealing with the condom, covering it in a tissue and tossing it into the trash can. She swallowed and forced herself not to beg him to stay.
Instead of walking out, he climbed back on the bed and lay down on his side, propping his head up in one hand.
“Staying to watch, brother?” Wolf asked.
She turned to see Wolf slipping a condom over his ridiculously hard cock. Her breath caught. Again? How could she possibly come again?
“I’ve been a voyeur in my time. Never with a woman I really cared about, but I’d like to see how I handle it. You’ve been pushing my boundaries all night long, Wolf. Let’s see where this one goes. Fuck her hard, brother. She feels so damn good,” Leo said, his words a delicious thrill to her.
And then Wolf was on top of her. “You’re going to be so sore tomorrow, sweetheart, but don’t worry about it. We’ll take care of you.”
Wolf worked his cock in and proved he was a man of his word.
Steve Holder took a long breath and prayed he hadn’t heard what he thought he’d heard.
“What did you say?” Holder asked, well aware that the question came out of his mouth like a cobra ready to strike. If he’d been in the same room with Mitchell Cross, he would have struck. He would have reached out and broken the imbecile’s neck in a heartbeat.
“I said we took care of it.”
Cross’s words were slightly slurred. Drunken cokehead idiot. Holder looked over at Kyle, who was sitting at his computer. Holder was pretty sure the kid slept at the computer. Kyle’s head came up.
Holder put a hand over the phone. “Check police activity on Shelley McNamara Hughes from tonight.”
Kyle’s fingers started flying across the keys. He hoped he was wrong, but he doubted it. If that dumbass had tried something, it had more than likely failed.
“Explain to me exactly what you took care of, Senator.” Holder had a bad feeling that he knew what it was, but he needed to hear it from the man’s own mouth.
There was a hesitance as though the senator finally understood Holder wasn’t thrilled with his late-night phone call. He cleared his throat, the sound jarring. “I just thought you should know that the blackmail situation has been handled. The woman won’t give us any more trouble.”
Holder felt his stomach turn. “You’re really going to have to be more specific. Did you kill the target or talk to her and decide to form a partnership?”
“She’s dead.”
Holder turned to Kyle, who looked up from his monitor. He nodded, mouthing the words, “Got a hit.”
“Hang on, Senator. Don’t you dare hang up on me.” He covered the mouthpiece and looked back at Kyle. “Give me some good news. Tell me she’s alive. If she isn’t, then we’re never going to find that fucking file, and we’re always going to be looking over our backs.”
“I can help you out there, sir. I just pulled up a police report involving your girl,” Kyle said. Holder could hear the printer starting to warm up. “It looks like she was attacked outside that club she’s working in. She’s alive. Two attackers are dead. The police are calling it an attempted mugging. You can read it for yourself.”
Rage threatened to choke Holder. Stupid man. He gripped the cell, surprised he didn’t break it. “You fucker, she’s alive. Your men, if I can even call them men, are the dead ones.”
“No. That’s not possible.” There was a shuffling sound as though he was walking around, ambling. “She was so sure. She paid the money.”
“Who the fuck is ‘she’?”
There was a little whine in his voice. “My wife. I didn’t do this. I trust you, but she doesn’t. She’s a manipulative bitch, and now she’s fucked everything up. I was told she hired two men, killers. How did that little tramp get away? How did she take them out?”
“She didn’t, you idiot. I’m sure she had an escort. The last time I saw her she was with one of the Meyer brothers. Do you have any idea what kind of a reputation those brothers have? They’re legends in the SEALs. They’re known for being able to kill without really thinking about it.”
God, this stupid fuck had placed him in an awkward position. If he was Leo Meyer and he gave a damn about Shelley McNamara Hughes, he would wonder why the fuck an old teammate had shown up just as his girl was threatened. He knew exactly what he would think. He would think that the old damn teammate had something to do with it.
Senator Mitchell Cross had fucked him.
“It wasn’t me,” Cross said, his voice low as though he didn’t want someone to hear him. “I didn’t even know about it. I didn’t plan it. My wife is a bitch. She’s a loose fucking cannon. I can’t control her. I can’t make her get into line.”
Holder didn’t give a shit about Cross’s wife. If Cross didn’t have scene control, then Cross didn’t fucking deserve to live. God, did that fucker have any idea how hard he’d just made Holder’s job? He wasn’t sure which of the Meyer brothers had been with her at the time, but it didn’t matter. Brothers were brothers, and it was worse when they were all former SEALs. That connection bled through anything Holder could throw at them.