Page 130 of Reckless Hearts

Colt sits up behind me, his thighs bracketing mine, my back to his chest. His hands land on my hips, pulling my ass against him, hard, sure, claiming every inch.

I shiver under the weight of it.

“You know…” he murmurs near my ear, voice lower now, rough with intent. “We could make this a whole lot messier.”

The rasp of it slips under my skin and curls in my gut, a dark ripple of need growing.

I laugh, but it breaks halfway. A sound caught between a moan and a whimper.

And I don’t pull away.

Maverick’s eyes are locked on mine, pinning me in place, dark and unreadable, like storm clouds gathering.

Colt’s hands glide up my spine beneath the hem of my shirt. His knuckles brush bare skin, and I inhale sharply, the cool air against my stomach only making me more aware of how warm he is. He slides them higher, slow enough to make me tremble.

Maverick cocks his head, lips parting slightly as his eyes roam over me. Then he moves, spreading my knees to make room for himself. He takes the hem of my shirt from Colt, lifting it until the pink lace of my bra is revealed.

Colt cups me through the fabric, thumbs brushing over the peaks, and lets out a ragged exhale against my shoulder. My spine arches, a helpless sound slipping from my throat.

“Good girl,” Maverick murmurs, voice like smoke. Then he lifts the hem to my mouth.

“Bite.”

I do. My teeth sink into the fabric, and my chest heaves under their hot gazes.

Every heartbeat feels counted. Every inch exposed as the air between us crackles, hot and waiting.

Maverick leans forward, plucks a strawberry from the basket, and circles my navel, the pink juice dripping down my stomach.

Then his tongue is there, hot on my skin, licking the path he made.

He and Colt exchange a look over my shoulder, some silent command passing between them.

Then my bra’s snapping open.

Colt lifts my back from his chest to slip it off, and the new angle shifts me closer to Maverick.

He doesn’t hesitate, swirling the berry around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

He groans, low, teeth scraping gently at the tender peak before letting go with a pop.

“Sweetest thing I’ve ever had.”

Colt replaces Maverick’s mouth with rough fingers, rolling my nipple between them as Maverick continues his torment.

The barest graze skims over my other breast, cool liquid turning warm against my fevered skin.

I ache for his mouth. For more.

Maverick presses his nose into my collarbone, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

“So fucking delicious. We’re going to eat you up.”

He guides Colt’s hands until he’s cupping both of my breasts from below, long fingers bracketing my nipples. I moan when Colt pinches them.

Maverick stares at me, grin a slash across his face, hunger radiating off him in waves.

Then he runs his tongue along my nipple again, this time sucking Colt’s fingers too. The slick sound of his tongue sends shivers down my spine. Watching him take Colt into his mouth undoes something inside me.

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