Page 41 of The Queen's Vow (Ruthless Games 2)

TWENTY-TWO

REBECCA

Shots rang out andthe bullets flew toward me. I saw their sharp tips in slow motion. I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my mouth.

Searing hot metal hit my chest.

It burns. I can’t breathe. I can’t fucking breathe.

I jolted awake to someone screaming.

Me.

“Becca, it was a dream,” a male voice said.

I reached under my pillow for my Ruger, terrified to not find it. “No!” I struggled against the arms winding around me. “Where am I?” I struggled to break free of a strong chest, warm skin, and big hands.

“It’s me, Becca. Julian. You were having a nightmare. You’re safe.” He crushed me against his chest and whispered, “Semper Amici.”

I pushed the hair out of my face and with my brain in a fog, I found I was being held by a man with olive skin and chestnut hair. Bare chested wearing blue tartan sleep pants. “Jules,” I whispered.

“That’s right.” He held my face. “I’m right here.”

My heart pounded and blood pulsed in my ears. God, they wouldn’t stop ringing. A reaction to the close-range gunshot from... “When... How many days ago was the funeral?”

“It was just yesterday.”

“Why am I so foggy?”

“Maybe the drugs haven’t been absorbed in your system. We never ate last night.” He stroked my face, the bulge of his forearm brushing against my breast. “And you’re probably still in shock a little.”

Last night, I’d gone into the bathroom and heard him moaning my name. And then saw him shamelessly jerking off, making himself come staring at me.

I glanced down to see my tank top had shifted, my breast exposed. Oddly, I didn’t jerk my hand to cover up.

Julian’s eyes lowered, the muscle in his throat jumping. He glanced at me with liquid fire in his eyes. “You’re safe, Becca,” he whispered and then brushed his nose into the hollow of my throat. “No one will hurt you. Not with me around.”

His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me toward him. My back arched, needing the contact.

“Do you want to talk about your dream?” he asked, his voice rough with lust. “Or what you saw?”

I burrowed against him, pushing my hips into his and feeling his erection. “No. Just...hold me.”

“No problem.” His lips brushed up my neck and next they were on mine. Julian kissed me, his wet mouth consuming, his tongue sweeping with mine. “God, you taste so good.”

Something had invaded me. I’d gone from loving only one man my whole life and spending five years heartbroken over losing him, to having three men in my life. I was wide open, the idea of Julian as a lover too didn’t feel so wrong.

I couldn’t explain how he got under my skin like this. So fast. So easily. These tangled emotions engulfed me like a wildfire. I felt helpless. Right now, I just felt so safe in his arms, this was about my survival.

“I need to be kissed. Make those images in my head go away.”

“I can do that.” One hand released my lower back and stroked down the center of my chest. He gently squeezed my exposed breast. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I breathed, stretching my body, aching for a cock to fill me.

I’d fallen for my three guys from the same downfall I felt now. A man with power. Impossibly gorgeous. Looking at me like he could ravage me. Like I was every breath he needed to take.

Julian’s wet mouth closed around my nipple sending fire down my spine right to my core.

“What are you doing to me, Jules? You said we couldn’t... You’d never...”

“I was stupid. I can’t think of anything right now other than being inside you.” He pushed my top all the way up and over my head.

I laid there topless, my nipples achingly hard.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful.” He tugged at the waistband of my sleep pants. “Let me see you. All of you. It’s okay. It’s just you and me.”

“Live for the moment?”

“Yes. Undress me...” He whispered. “Show me you want me.”

I licked my lips and pushed his sleep pants down. A very long, very thick cock fell heavy into my palms.

Italian men.

Julian groaned at my touch, his cock twitching in my hand. “I’ve wanted you to touch me like this for a long time.”

“Mmmm.” I’d have thought nothing about taking one of my men’s cocks in my mouth. Power tripped both ways. I loved having them at my mercy. When we were all together, I was outnumbered. No matter what I could do to one of them, the three of them together brought me to unspeakable highs.

“I’ve waited long enough to see your pussy, Becca,” Julian whispered, sitting up with his cock sliding from my grasp.

He slid my sleep pants down and the cotton panties with it. With my knees pinned together, briefly, I caught his eyes. “Julian...”

“Yeah?”

“I want you inside me, so much. But...”

He cocked his head. “But?”

“I love all three of my guys. And they love me,” I said softly.

Julian’s cheek ticked up like I challenged him. His hands landed on my knees as I spread my legs.

“Show me what they are so willing to share.” A growl wrenched from deep in his chest, the skin around his nipples puckering at his mentioning the idea of sharing me. “Fuck,” he mumbled, his eyes glued to my pussy.

Fuck... My thoughts exactly.

A shudder traveled up my spine, spreading warmth through my chest. “So good,” I whispered as hunger unraveled me. So much that it punctuated the silence.

He parted me with two thick fingers while his thumb circled my clit. “Tell me to stop.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” I held one of my breasts and then covered my hand with his, urging him to feel me.

His fingertips stroked my clenching slit and then he filled me, pushing those two fingers inside me. “So fucking tight and wet.”

“Oh, God.” My back arched as I groaned loudly, welcoming the deep penetration and the delicious friction.

Wanting it. No, needing it. It felt right. Julian cared about me, wanted to keep me safe. Sleeping with Julian would give us what we both needed. My men wanted me safe and taken care of too. We were all...aligned. Our needs. Our wants.

“You’re killing me.” Julian pushed a third finger in me. “Are you on the pill or something? I didn’t bring a condom with me.”

“A condom.”

“I won’t lie. I thought about buying some yesterday in the store, but thought that might send the wrong signal.” The storm brewing in his eyes spiked adrenaline through me.

“And finger fucking me?”

“God, I want you so much.” He caught my leg and urged it around his waist, positioning himself to just take me. “I get huge, Becca. Can you handle me?”

His confidence turned me on. “Can you handle me? Handle that I come with three men who will fuck me on the dining room table without asking before anyone’s done eating dinner.”

He growled again. “That’s some visual.”

Next, he was kissing me again. I smoothed my hands down his back, and gripped his round, cool, firm butt cheeks. “I’m on the pill.”

“Do they come in you?”

“All of them.”

“Fuck.” Julian entered me in one hard thrust. He pulled out and rubbed the tip against my clit. “You would have to feel so fucking good. And God, you’re so wet.” He entered me again and settled into maddening drive of long, slow thrusts while rotating his hips. “Will you ride my cock, Becca?”

He felt so damn hard and the power coming off him turned up the dial as my lust for him tumbled out of control.

“Make me.”

Uttering a curse under his breath, he rolled over and took me with him. “Look at what you did to me...” He stroked himself.

I looked down at him and lost my breath. Déjà vu hit me so strong. In another life, he and I had been together, I was sure of it. We were meant to be together now and this was how we had to find each other.

Julian notched my pussy right against the tip again, the entire cock resting on his stomach. I slid my wet heat up and down the length while he held my breasts and sucked my nipples.

He sat up, holding his cock. I lifted my hips and slowly slid down the entire length of him. He filled me, and spasms vibrated in all corners of my body. One of Julian’s hands held a breast, his teeth bit a nipple while the other hand pressed into my ass controlling the rhythm of me riding his cock.

He masterfully worked my body keeping me on the edge. His nails dug into my skin, pulling my ass cheeks apart. His torso of roped stomach muscles held him in place as that hand slid down to my cleft. “Who fucks you here?”

“They all do.” I wiggled against his hand, wanting him to finger me there. “I love it.”

“Christ.” He pushed me off him and I tumbled back. “I have to taste you. Taste what I do to you.”

I tilted my hips and cried out when his tongue swirled around my clit then down the entire slit. “So fucking good.” His hands gripped my ass as he devoured my pussy.

Maybe he should have mentioned this last night instead of crappy pizza.

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