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“Good girl.”
“Ours.”
A flash of something appeared in my mind as yet another orgasm came crashing down on me. A vision of me with both of them, and even Jericho once he came around. All three of us, in a house like this, taking pictures like their co-workers had. All smiles and laughs as we crowded in tighter and tighter to fit within the frame.
Passion-filled nights just like this. More men than I knew what to do with, just like this. People who cared for me, protected me, were willing to lift me up and support me.
And then they sped up, and wrenched me back to reality.
Bed shaking, my body quaking, they pounded harder and harder into me, till my throat was hoarse from screaming around my gag. Their cocks seemed to grow, to lengthen and thicken and swell as they thrust deeper and deeper. Filling me, then. Cumming deep within me, they marked my flesh both inside and out as their own, and my moaning, pleasure-riddled body contracted and flexed, milking them both as they continued to thrust to the last drop.
Panting, heart racing, and sweat dripping from us all, they collapsed onto the bed with me.
Wet kisses, then, for each of them. Swirls of our tongues as we tasted one another, as we lay in a tangled pile of sweat-dappled limbs. As I lay there drifting in and out, I could feel them both slowly drifting off to sleep.
A minute or two after their low snores had begun, I eased myself up from the bed as gingerly as I could with both hands still bound behind my back. I made my way over to the window sill and unlocked my cuffs, before scrambling back into my clothes. Still only wearing socks, I returned to the nightstand and looked down at the two of them.
They were so heartbreakingly handsome, and at peace. Even Andrew, with his always-on grin, seemed to have a hint of constant troubled thoughts to him. But now, they seemed so relaxed, and almost content.
Maybe… Maybe I should just stay. I knew the whole situation was completely fucked up. Multiple lovers, and my being an assassin with a contract on her head were just the start. But, we had a connection, didn’t we? Even with Jericho, there was something there. Sure, he was hurting right now from my lies, and the accidental betrayal on my part.
But, the betrayal only hurt so much because there had been trust in the first place.
And, I knew too that all this crazy talk was probably just the sex-hormones screaming in my brain right then, but we had a connection. A real, easy, comfortable chemistry between all of us that I’d never felt with any man–let alone three.
I could stay. I could work things out.
People had made stranger setups work before, right?
Right?
No. No, that contract. Joergensen would be coming for me again and again and again, until he was stopped. And, once he was gone, there’d be another assassin, and then maybe another after that.
I had to make my way up the chain to Management. Only when they were gone would this actually end. And there was no way Andrew, Morgan, and Jericho would let me go and hunt them down. Or, even worse, Andrew and Morgan would insist on helping me. But, I couldn’t risk the lives of the people I cared about.
Cared about…
Had I actually thought that?
Before I could get anymore misty-eyed, I opened the nightstand and retrieved Morgan’s sidearm. Then, I took Andrew’s hoodie from off the floor and zipped myself up in the oversized warmth. With Morgan’s weapon tucked down the back of my tactical pants and Andrew’s scent embracing me, I went over and eased open the bedroom window. Backpack secured, and with boots tied together by their laces and slung over my shoulder, I was out the window and onto the porch roof in only my socks.
Hitting the ground and rolling, I quietly swore at the leaves and sticks poking me as I pulled on my boots. And then, the gray of predawn already filling the sky, I went into the woods and headed south till I reached a small side road.
But, what I came across on that lonesome road stopped me in my tracks.
A pearlescent Audi Q8.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Jericho
Iawoke from a dead, exhausted sleep to a silent cabin. Outside in the backyard, something scurried through the dried leaves and fallen branches as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and went to sit upright. Rubbing my eyes, I headed for the living room in boxer briefs and the T-shirt I’d pulled from my bolt bag to sleep in, and went to check on Andrew.
On my way through the kitchen, I noticed a chair was missing from the small table positioned near the backdoor. One of the guys had probably taken the piece of furniture upstairs during the night to make sure we had someone posted outside the prisoner’s door.
Good.
Outside, in the living room, the couch cushions were messed up, and the muted TV had been left on. Andrew probably slept out here for a bit before relieving Morgan. I went over to the coffee table and used the remote to turn off the flat screen. Placing the remote back on the table, I turned to look up at the balcony overlooking the room.
