Page 40 of Bleed the Shadows
Remy returned to the shower holding a small bottle, and my dick got even harder when I realized it was a bottle of lube. I shifted on the bed to relieve the pressure even though I knew nothing but burying myself balls deep in Maeve’s pussy was ever going to do that again.
Poe backed up against the shower wall, pulling Maeve with him, their lips still locked in a kiss, and a few seconds later he grabbed Maeve’s legs and lifted her off the tile.
I had a prime view of Maeve’s perfect bare ass, lush and spread as she wrapped her legs around Poe’s hips, in the moment before Remy moved in behind her.
Her dark hair was wet and her tits were smashed against Poe’s chest, her hips plush and full enough that I could imagine sinking my teeth into them, tugging at her silky flesh.
But it was her face that captivated me most. In profile I could see the delicate sweep of her cheekbones, the perfect line of her nose, her tongue darting into Poe’s mouth while Remy lubed up his cock behind her.
I freed my dick from my jeans with a sigh of relief and took my shaft in my hand.
Poe kissed his way down her neck, then lifted her ass to position her over the head of his cock. I knew the moment he drove into her by the way her eyes closed, her mouth opening in a gasp of a pleasure I could see but not hear.
Poe thrust into her again and Remy ran his dick through the crack of her ass.
My cock pulsed in my hand. I didn’t know who I envied most, Poe or Remy. Poe was buried inside her pussy, and I knew firsthand how hot and sweet that was. But Remy was pushing into her ass, tight and forbidden.
Fuck it. I would have traded my left nut to be either of them. Or both of them, because the truth was I wanted to be everywhere all at once with Maeve. I wanted to kiss her lips and eat her pussy and fuck her ass.
I wanted to consume her.
Devour her until she was part of me.
Remy gave her a minute as he sank into her ass, and Poe held still, both of them waiting for her to accommodate them atthe same time. Then they started moving, Poe thrusting into her pussy while she held on to his shoulders, Remy sliding into her ass before dragging out again.
They moved faster, Maeve bouncing on their dicks, and I knew she was close to coming. Poe bent his head to kiss her while Remy held on to her hips for leverage, and my eyes were glued to the camera feed onscreen as I stroked myself to orgasm.
I waited until Poe tipped his head back to let loose, then watched Maeve’s face as she came, her mouth open but silent on the feed.
I came with them, imagining I was Poe coming inside her, that I was Remy. Imagining that Maeve would let me touch her again. That I would have the guts to admit that I wanted something — someone — more than I’d ever wanted anything in my fucking life.
Imagining a world where I would let myself have it.
28
MAEVE
“Why can’twe just send up a drone again?”
I was sitting in the back seat next to Remy while Bram navigated the Hummer up the mountain. It was the first week of December and the landscape was beautifully bleak. The bare branches of the maples and oaks stood in contrast to the lush greenery of the evergreens, and everything was covered in a sepia tint, the last bit of color before everything was washed pale and white with winter.
“It’s harder than it looks,” Poe said from the passenger seat next to Bram. “If it’s Todd’s house, we don’t want him to spot it. Rafe, Nolan, and Jude know all about this shit.”
“How do they know about drones?” I asked.
“Former SEALs,” Remy said. “They’ve got all the gear.”
It felt natural that he was holding my hand, which shouldn’t have been a surprise given the fact that I’d fucked him and Poe in the shower a few days before. Althoughfuckedseemed like too mild a word for the way they’d taken total possession of my body.
I’d never done anal before, but I hadn’t thought twice when Remy had asked. I’d wanted them anywhere and everywhere Icould get them and the whole experience had left me feeling like a live wire with nowhere to go.
My body had come alive under their mouths and fingers. I felt like a blind person suddenly seeing in technicolor, like a deaf person able to hear for the first time while standing in the front row of a concert.
Even the stroke of Remy’s thumb on my hand was enough to set my body humming.
We’d fallen back into our old routines. I did most of the cooking in between my shifts at Lushberry while the Butchers came and went from the loft. I’d asked them what they did for work and gotten a cryptic answer about “keeping the town running.” I wanted to know more, but we were still in a weird place: not quite friends but not enemies either.
Uneasy allies, I guessed.
