Page 165 of Did They Break You

As the orgasm leaves me, I collapse onto Storm’s chest, panting, and they release their hold on me, letting me breathe.

Cortland pulls my hair back from my face, over my shoulder as he kisses me and Storm is catching his breath beneath me, his hand on my hips, one running down my spine. “Good girl, Remi,” he whispers, and I inhale his leather scent, my eyes closed.

“Get on your knees,” Cortland speaks in my ear. “Get on your knees while you look up at him, and I’m gonna fuck you too.”

I press my palms to Storm’s shoulders, picking my head up. In one quick movement, he scoops me up, hands under my ass, taking us to the edge of the couch. He rests against the arm of it, his legs out, and I position my knees on either side of his hips.

“Arch your back, baby,” Cortland whispers, coming to the couch, one foot on the ground, knee against the back of the couch, his hand smoothing down my spine.

I arch my back, swallowing hard, thankful for the low light and the fact the movie ended, just dark credits rolling in the living room.

Cortland nudges my shorts aside.

My hands are planted on either side of Storm’s hips, and he cups my face in his hands, staring at me.

“You okay?” he whispers.

I nod as Cortland circles his cock around my entrance, and I whimper, Cortland’s hand still comforting on my back.

Slowly, Cort pushes into me, stretching me, and Storm’s brows pull together, his full lips tugging down to a frown.

“Poor baby,” he whispers, running his thumbs over my lips. “Being used never felt so good, huh?”

For a second, with those words, my throat closes up.

I stiffen, and Cortland pulls out, pushes back into me, groaning as he does. He leans over me, one hand still on my ass, but his chest comes to my back, stretching me further with that angle.

“Tell Storm to shut the fuck up, baby,” he says softly in my ear. “No one is using you.” He kisses my cheek, runs his lips down my jawline, and Storm turns my head, dropping one hand, so Cort’s lips touch my own. “We’re treasuring you, baby.”

My chest tightens with those words, and I relax, letting him hit deeper, harder, my body jostling over Storm’s, one of his hands still on my face, the other coming to my breast, palming me, holding me in place even as Cort thrusts hard into me. But he’s gentle enough, and Cortland keeps trailing kisses over my shoulder, the back of my neck, my name leaving his lips in soft moans.

“Goddamn, Remi, you’re so good at letting me love you.”

With that word,love, my pulse flutters, and Cortland’s fucking me harder, making it difficult to stay upright. I drop my head against Storm’s chest, and he smooths back my hair, running a palm down my shoulder.

“So, so good,” he whispers.

I can tell Cort is close, the way he thrusts deeper, faster, then he’s groaning my name, a guttural sound as he finishes inside ofme, bowing his head over my spine then dropping down on top of me, slowly pulling out as he does.

I go to my belly, sliding my legs down, and my head is in Storm’s lap, his shorts covering himself.

Cortland collapses on me, and we lay there spent, exhausted, as Storm runs his hands through my hair.

When I twist my head to look up at Cortland, I see Storm has a hand in his hair too.

CHAPTER

FORTY-FOUR

CORTLAND

Brinklin

Heard from him?

Storm

No.

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