Page 83 of Captive of Outlaws

“That’s it,” mumbles Will around my skin. “God, yes, Maren.”

I buck up, arch my hips off the table, my teeth digging so hard into my lower lip I think I’ll draw blood.

“Is she holding back?” Tuck asks, glancing up, before his tongue joins his fingers and a moan claws at my throat, needing out, needing release.

I can feel Rob’s lips curve as he works my nipple. “Scream if you need to, pretty lady,” he says, tweaking me with his thumb and forefinger. “We’re deep in the woods for a reason.”

Then his hot mouth joins Will’s in enveloping my breasts, and Tuck’s ungodly fingers and tongue tease my clit harder, harder, harder.

It’s too much. Too good. I can’t—

“I’m going to—” I gasp. “I’m g-going t-to—”

“Come for us, beautiful.”

I don’t even know which of them says it. But it’s all I need to hear.

The orgasm ricochets through me, the necklace skating over my skin, and a cry, ragged and primal, surges from my lips as they shatter me into a thousand pieces.

I lie there I don’t know how long, staring up at the distant silver stars.

Then, suddenly, reality all rushes back into place: the chill of the air and the darkness of night and the firm reality of what’s just happened.

Heat floods my face. I’m so exposed, spread-eagled like this with nothing on me but what remains of my fancy bra and a ten-grand emerald necklace.

Tuck coughs. “I’d better...” He gets to his feet gingerly. “I’m gonna go...clean up.” He ducks his head and hightails it inside.

Will laughs, and Rob chuckles, but gives Will a shove.

“Oh, like you wouldn’t absolutely be doing the same thing in his situation.”

“Fair enough,” Will drawls, doing a palms up. “I can only hope to have the chance one day.”

“Not tonight,” Rob says, looking at me. “Something tells me Maren’s spent for the evening.”

I nod, dumbly, feeling tender and raw all at once. I sit up, curling into myself, and Rob hastens to grab his jacket and throw it over my shoulders.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, little vixen,” he whispers into my ear. “You’re beautiful when you come.”

No one’s ever said anything like that to me before.I nod, swallowing hard, and tug the jacket around me.

“Get her to bed, Will,” Rob says, straightening up. “Tosleep,mind you. I’ll deal with all this.” He gestures at the heap of jewels. “Make sure she’s okay,” he adds, his voice lower.

“Aye aye.” Will’s gaze on me softens, and he offers me his hand as I step down from my perch on the table.

We walk in silence back through the dark house, up the stairs, to my room, where I open the door but don’t go all the way inside.

“Everything okay?” Will’s voice comes through the dimness.

“Yes,” I answer, but even I can tell I don’t sound convinced. I rub my forehead. “Did we just...did that really just happen?”

“If the ache in my balls is anything to go by, then yes,” Will drawls. He immediately softens. “Hey, Maren. Don’t worry, okay? We all wanted to. And it seems like you enjoyed yourself.”

“Mhm.” I nod, feeling a little meek remembering how I’d screamed to the heavens.

“So, then.” I can just make out Will’s smile—not his all-knowing, superiority-complex smile, but an easier, gentler smile. “Don’t overthink it, all right?”

He presses a kiss to my forehead.

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