Page 149 of Reckless Hearts

Then I glance down at Colt, whose mouth is glistening, eyes dark with want. “Get on the bed,” I tell him, voice still low, still firm.

He obeys, breathless, muscles tight with tension, half propped up by his bent forearms. I grab Callie by the hips and guide her to straddle his waist, back facing him, her knees on either side of his hips.

“Now, watch,” I say to them both, heat coiling deep in my gut. “Because this is mine.”

Colt’s breath stutters as I stroke his cock, slipping the head through her folds, sensitive and soaking, drawing out her gasp. She’s trembling from her orgasm, hand steadying herself on my shoulder, as I tease her entrance, circling it with his wet tip.

He lets out a needy whine, the sound gritted through clenched teeth.

“You ready for him?” I ask, voice low.

She nods, biting her lip, already sinking down inch by slow inch. The stretch draws a moan out of both of them. Her head falls back against his shoulder, his hands flying to her hips like he can’t help himself.

“Fuck,” Colt breathes. “She’s so—Jesus, Callie.”

I grab the lube, flip the cap, and pour some over my fingers. Colt’s too distracted by her to notice, until I skim them along his ass, running between his cheeks. His hips jerk, nearly lifting her off him.

“You like that?” I murmur.

He nods, dazed, jaw slack.

Callie’s still rolling her hips, riding him slow, and sweet little whimpers spill from her mouth as she leans forward, grinding down harder.

I circle a lubed finger around his rim, waiting until his breath catches again.

“Let me in,” I say. “I’ve got you.”

He doesn’t hesitate, just nods, one sharp jerk of his head. I start slowly, one finger pushing in, then two, working him openwhile Callie fucks down onto him, one hand still on my shoulder, like she can’t get enough.

“You’re doing so fucking good,” I whisper, leaning closer as I scissor him open. “I can feel how bad you want it.”

Callie’s trembling again, clawing at my chest for balance, lost in the sensation. She looks down, eyes wide as she sees my fingers moving in and out of him, the base of Colt’s cock slick and glistening.

“God,” she breathes. “Maverick…”

“I know,” I rasp. “Just wait.”

I add a third finger, and Colt moans as his hips twitch up, lifting her with him. She gasps. “Holy shit.”

I slow them both down with a firm hand on Callie’s hip. “Not yet.”

It’s not until Colt’s panting and open and begging beneath her that I pull my fingers free and slick myself up.

Because now—now, I’m going to fuck him while he’s buried inside her.

I position myself behind him, dragging his ass over the edge, pressing his knees up and wide, spreading him open. He’s panting, glazed over, and completely undone, and I haven’t even gotten inside him yet.

“Breathe for me,” I murmur, dragging the head of my cock over his hole. “You’re ready. I know you are.”

His fingers dig into Callie’s thighs. She’s still seated on him, still clenching around him, still trembling every time his hips twitch. Her eyes on me are blown wide, lips parted, awe struck across her face.

“Fuck him,” she pleads. “Maverick… give it to him.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice.

I press forward, slow and steady, every muscle in my body clenched with the effort it takes not to lose it too fast. He’s hot and tight and gripping me like he’s never letting go.

Colt groans raw and loud as I slide in, until I’m buried to the base. His head drops back, mouth open.

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