Page 131 of Reckless Hearts

Colt groans behind me, fingers flexing, hips jerking.

The sound punches through me like a pulse, a deep ache blooming low and sharp.

Then Maverick runs that damn fruit over Colt’s fingers, lifting his hand and sliding two of them deep into his mouth, a low rumble vibrating in his throat.

Colt grinds his cock into my back, hard and desperate. I feel every inch of him, hot, insistent, and perfectly pressed against me. My pulse skips, then races.

Maverick’s mouth leaves my breast with a wet pop, and he leans back just enough to look at me, eyes blown wide, lips slick, and jaw tight with restraint.

He hooks his thumb into the waistband. “Take these off.”

His voice is deep gravel, not a request. A promise.

I nod, but Colt beats me to it. His hands slide down my sides, fingers hooking into the waistband of my shorts and tugging them down my hips. He pauses, glancing to Maverick like he’s waiting for approval.

Maverick nods once. “Nice and slow.”

The fabric drags along my thighs, cool air kissing new skin. My breath shudders. I lift my hips, letting them strip me bare.When they’re gone, Colt’s hands trail back up, palms warm, reverent, stroking over my knees, the inside of my thighs.

Maverick hands anchor me, firm and possessive, as he spreads me wider, hooking my legs on the outside of Colt’s. I feel completely exposed, but never safer.

Then his mouth is on me.

A cry bursts from my lips, high and raw, as his tongue slides through my core, purposeful and slow. He licks me like he’s tasting something he’s craved for years. Like he’s memorizing every reaction.

Colt shifts behind me, cradling my back against his chest. One hand wraps around my ribs; the other returns to my breasts, fingertips circling, teasing, pinching just enough to make my hips jolt.

“Fuck, you’re perfect like this,” he whispers, voice ragged.

Maverick groans into me. The vibration tears through my core, and I moan loud, needy, falling apart with every stroke of his tongue.

He doesn’t rush. He works me over, licking, sucking, then flicking that spot again and again until I’m trembling, my thighs closing around his head, my hands clutching at Colt’s arms for something,anythingto ground me.

Colt presses kisses to my neck, murmuring in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Let him make you feel good. Let us take care of you.”

The words melt through me like honey. My hips rock without meaning to, chasing every bit of friction.

Maverick doesn’t let up.

His mouth is devastating. He licks into me like a man possessed, slow and deep one moment, relentless and precise the next. When he slides two fingers inside, curling just right, I break.

My cry echoes through the shelter, swallowed by the rain hammering the roof. My body bows, locked tight, heat exploding through every nerve.

Colt holds me as I shake apart in his arms, his breath ragged, his hand still teasing my nipple, gently now like he’s grounding me. Worshiping me.

Maverick licks me through the aftershocks, slow and lazy, until I whimper from the sensitivity and try to pull away.

He looks up then, mouth glistening, and gives me a wicked smile.

“Told you we’d eat you up.”

Chapter 44

Colt

I’m still half outof my damn mind from watching Maverick devour her.

My head’s spinning, every nerve lit up, and I haven’t even been touched yet.

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