Page 55 of Holiday Hostage
Didn’t matter the time, place, or reason.
All she had to do was look at me like I mattered to her, and I was sunk.
I walked her toward the bedroom, across the thick carpet, and into the luxurious bathroom with the rainforest showerhead that had a dozen different pressure settings.
Her clothes hit the floor first, thanks to some help from all four of us.
Once she was naked, she sashayed into the shower and twisted the knob, standing in the corner as cold water gushed for the first few seconds.
Goosebumps erupted on her skin, and she rubbed her palms up and down her arms.
I shed my clothes and kicked them into a pile in the corner before joining her.
Steam billowed up and around us, obscuring my vision of Mav and Tarron.
I didn’t mind.
Payton was my sole purpose.
I cupped her face and kissed her, easing her lips apart and teasing her tongue with mine.
She put her hands on my shoulders, then yanked away, her eyes wide as she eyed my bruised flesh.
Tarron had done a marvelous job, all things considered. I’d bear another scar.
This one happened to land right in the middle of my favorite tattoo of an old-fashioned Colt revolver.
I laughed when I noted the indentation. “Look, once it heals, it’ll look like the gun is firing.” The bullet hole brushed the edge of the Colt’s barrel, and I imagined showing it to my tattoo guy. He’d love it.
“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Payton asked.
I guided her hands down to my swollen cock. “Kitten, only one thing is going to stop this.”
“What’s that?”
My grin widened when her hands tightened around me and stroked downward. “You saying you don’t want to.”
She choked on a laugh and shook her head. Something wild entered her eyes, and she dropped to her knees. “In that case, let’s get everyone warmed up.”
I barely had time to brace my back against the wall when she took me into her mouth.
16
TARRON
Whatever I’d expected from this mission, it was not this.
It was not hot showers with a gorgeous woman who took her time giving each of us attention with her mouth and hands as water cascaded over her body, and her sighs and groans washed away the imminent danger that had dogged our heels since our arrival in Alaska.
Payton moved from Reed to me, then to Mav, and back to Reed.
We gave her time to play, holding to our promise from last time that she could play with us as much as she wanted tonight.
She’d begged for more from us our first time, and even though we tried to go slow and ease into all of us being inside her at the same time, Payton had not allowed us to keep things slow and easy.
She fisted both hands around my cock and brought her lips around the tip, licking me in a teasing swirl.
Reed knelt behind Payton and slid his hands between her legs. He petted and stroked her as her lapping and sucking on my cock increased.
