But she sensed something else in him, something unspoken. Was he holding himself back for some other reason? What would that be? She told herself she was only being foolish. They were here with her. Right now. They wanted her, of that she felt certain.
Dylan kissed her, devouring her moans. He rolled off of her, and she instantly missed feeling his weight on top of her. Thankfully, Cam’s body moved over her.
As Cam kissed her, she felt the warm knot of want within her begin to unravel. As she’d done with Dylan, she wrapped her legs around him, deepening their connection. When he sent his thick, long cock into her pussy, liquid poured out of her as his thrusts came hard and fast inside her. She shifted her hips, welcoming him into her body. Every one of his plunges sent her higher and higher. She went over the edge. The explosive release of pressure washed through her like a flood of hot water, sending sizzling fast pulses in her veins.
Her pussy tightened on his cock as she screamed out his name.
“Cam!”
She looked over at Dylan, who had removed the condom and was now fisting his cock like a madman. His eyes were narrowed in lust but they never left hers. This was how they shared a woman, one taking her and one watching. She felt like an exhibitionist at the moment, which mingled with her already shooting sparks, ramping up her climax even more.
Another scream and another.
“Going to come,” Cam growled, his thrusts coming faster and faster.
“Please,” she begged, never moving her gaze from his brother. Dylan was close, too. She reached out and cupped his balls. With her other hand, she clawed at Cam’s shoulders.
“Fuck!” Dylan yelled, shooting his seed onto her arm.
Cam’s body became rigid, and she could feel his cock pulsing inside her pussy.
Erica closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing pulse. She knew no matter what happened in the future, she would never forget this moment.
Chapter Six
Dylan was up on his elbow in Erica’s bed. His cock was throbbing like mad. He’d wanted to thrust his dick into her sweet, wet pussy, but he couldn’t.
She and Cam needed each other. His plan was working. He should’ve been happy about it, but he wasn’t.
He looked at them, sleeping deeply, wrapped in each other arms.
Erica’s lips vibrated slightly with each of her unconscious breaths, adding to his temptation to kiss her.
That couldn’t be. One kiss and he wouldn’t be able to keep his head, his control, or his vow. If he dared, that would send him over the edge and he would claim her as his own. But that could never be.
He did allow himself to touch her long silky hair. He felt his gut clench. How could he say good-bye to her? To Cam? To Destiny?
He’d have to do it just like he’d done the first time when he left his hometown. No words. No tears. Just leave.
He shouldn’t have come back, but after all the blood he’d shed he’d needed to be with family again, to feel human again, to breathe the healing air of Northern Colorado again.
He’d been back for four years now. Two years at
TBK. Eric and Scott had been thrilled to bring him on. As the Knight brothers’ company had exploded exponentially, Dylan had grown too comfortable, fooling himself into a belief he might end up building a life here. But that wasn’t possible. Not for him. Not with all his baggage.
Erica’s eyes opened, and he pulled his hand back from her locks.
Dylan didn’t want her or Cam to awaken fully. “Go back to sleep, Erica,” he whispered.
“You, too,” she urged with a yawn.
He couldn’t look away from her, God forgive him. Erica was not only beautiful. She was also kind and honest. Her heart was enormous, especially for those in need, whether two-legged humans or furry four-legged creatures. He was remembering when they were in high school and she spotted a little stray puppy, picked it up, took it home, fed it, and made sure it was placed in a good home.
No wonder Cam had fallen so hard for her. Cam would never understand why he wouldn’t go down the path to making this fledgling relationship more permanent. No one would. Not his mom. Not his dads. Not a soul in Destiny.
His mind brought up images of his parents and the loving life they continued to enjoy. His dads and mom had grown up in Destiny, too. Pop Stephen, Papa Eddie, and Dad Albert were brothers and from the Strange family, one of the first to settle in Northern Colorado. Mom was a Blue, another longtime surname in Destiny. She was aunt to his cousins—Phoebe, Shane, and Corey—and twin to their mother, Alice. Like Dylan’s sisters, Jane and Alice Blue were complete opposites. Aunt Alice was always the life of the party and full of fire. Jane, his mom, was just a little more quiet and sweet.
His family expected him to join in a plural marriage. How could he tell them that was something he just couldn’t do? In the back of his mind he’d always known it, but after spending time with Erica, horizontal time, the ugly truth had crawled to the front of his consciousness. Most of his reasons were classified, so he wouldn’t be able to tell them even if he wanted to, which he definitely did not. The body count was too high. Yes, he was doing his duty. Always. But the casualty of his last operation would haunt him for the rest of his life.