Page 82 of Captive of Outlaws

“Yeah,” Tuck pants. “I’m just...I’m so fuckinghard—”

Will turns and smirks to me, skating a thumb over my nipple. “This what you want, gorgeous?”

“Mhm,” I choke out, leaning into Rob as he sucks on my neck.

“And you want Tuck to pull those panties down?”

God, do I.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”

Will’s eyes gleam. “You heard the woman.”

Tuck barely needs another second. His massive, warm hands palm my ass, kneading the flesh with a moan as he yanks at the thin line of fabric spanning it.

“She’s wet for us, isn’t she?”

Tuck looks up at me, dazed, and trails his fingers between my legs.

“Oh God,” he growls, a mixture of surprise and delight. “Yeah—she really is.”

I cry out again, a wordless sound, as the tips of his fingers find my clit, stroke it. Tuck’s touch is gentle, feather-light, and yet each dip of his finger makes me feel like I’m about to gush all over his hand.

“The table,” Rob grunts. “Lay her back.”

In two steps I’m maneuvered backward, the bare skin of my ass brushing the metal edge of the picnic table. It’s cold, and I jump a little.

“She’s cold,” Will says. “Get a—”

“Here.” Tuck grabs his suit jacket and spreads it out behind me, brushing my ass lightly as he pulls back.

“But...” I can already feel my arousal starting to slick on my thighs. “Your jacket...I’m...”

“I know,” Tuck says throatily, “and I want it that way.”

“Wait.” Rob withdraws, steps over to the sparkling pile of our take, and I want to cry out in anguish, get him back here, on me, now now now, but before I can really object he’s back, a glimmering strand of jewels dripping from his fingers.

“Put this on her.”

It’s a stunning necklace, six fat emeralds strung together on pale yellow gold, and it’s got to be worth a fortune.

“What? Why? I can’t...” I protest even as Will takes the necklace and fastens it around my throat.

“It suits her,” he says, grinning wickedly.

“It does,” Rob agrees.

“Makes her eyes shine,” Tuck says.

I finger the jewels, their chill warming on my skin, andlook from one of them to the next. The weight alone is impressive, and I can only imagine what it looks like.

Not that I need to know, specifically. Because their reactions are more than enough.

I purse my lips, then smile. “Fine. But why, though?”

Rob crouches in low, so that our eyes are level. “Because I want to watch them sparkle when we make you come.”

He moves ruthlessly, hard and fast, pinning my right arm down to fasten his lips around my nipple. Will follows suit, cupping the other breast and sucking, sucking, sucking it to a peak, and Tuck kneels again by the table’s edge, pressing his lips against my thigh until his fingers find the deep, hot center of me

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