Page 137 of Reckless Hearts

And still, I want more.

“Colt…” Her voice is barely a breath, but she says my name, and it sounds like a plea, and it lands straight in my chest.

“I need?—”

“I know.” My voice cracks with it.

Maverick lifts his eyes to mine over her shoulder. There’s fire there. Possession. Hunger.

But there’s something softer too. A flicker that says this matters. That he’s not just doing this for her.

He’s doing it for all of us.

He drags his mouth along the line of her spine as he reaches between us. His fingers wrap around my slick and pulsing cock and line me up beneath her.

“Ready?” he rasps, voice thick.

I nod. Or moan. I’m not sure. My whole body’s buzzing, strung tight with need.

“Then let’s give her everything.”

And then he’s guiding her down.

Her body sinks around me, hot, tight, impossibly wet. Every inch of her stretches as she takes me, slow and aching, until I’m fully seated inside her and she’s gasping, nails digging into my chest like she’s trying to hold on to something real.

Above us, Maverick groans, hips flexing as her body clenches around us both.

Holy fuck.

She’s full, breathless and unraveling, caught between the two of us, and so am I.

Every breath is a battle now.

Because nothing—nothing—has ever felt like this.

Maverick moves first, a slow pull of his hips, barely more than an inch, but it ripples through her. The drag of him inside her tightens everything around my cock, and I swear I see stars.

Callie moans, clenching down, and my head thumps back against the blanket, breath torn straight from my lungs.

Then he thrusts again, deeper this time. Controlled. Deliberate.

The friction is unreal, shared and all-consuming. His cock presses against mine through the thin wall of her body, like he’s fucking me too.

Callie whimpers, mouth brushing over my jaw as her body rocks between us. “God… I?—”

“You’re doing so good, baby,” Maverick murmurs, voice ragged, reverent. “Taking both of us like you were made for it.”

He thrusts again, and the sound she makes splits me open.

Her hips move on instinct now, down onto me, then back against him, trapped in a rhythm of want.

I match her, hips rising to meet every stroke, and fuck…

Maverick’s hand slides around her ribs, hauling her back against his chest as he drives into her harder. Each thrust pushes her deeper onto me.

His voice drops to a growl. “You love this, don’t you? Being ours. Being full.”

Callie can’t speak. She just nods, whimpers, body shaking as she reaches behind her for him.

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