Sweet Obsession (Ruthless Games 1)

I don’t want them to.

They’re supposed to be here. Just like this. It’s always been all three of them.

When they leave, a part of me dies.

Marcus fists his dick, which is already swollen and pulsing a deep purple. When he hooks his arm under my knee and pulls me closer, lining up the fat head of his cock with my entrance, I don’t know if he’s planning to save me or ruin me.

Not that it matters.

They’re one and the same.

He thrusts roughly inside me, and I cry out, momentarily dragged out of the half-dream state that grips me, shocked back to the present by the rush of sensation. He grunts, draping his body over mine and burying his face in the crook of my neck like he’s trying to lose himself in me too.

My dazed eyes find Theo and Ryland as I cling to Marcus, and I can’t seem to look away from them. Pleasure is building inside me already, filling my body with an electric current, bringing me back from the dead. Without thinking, I reach for the two of them, needing something, needing… more.

Ryland’s body goes rigid, and while he doesn’t look away from the sight of his friend fucking me into the bed, he doesn’t move any closer.

Theo licks his lips, indecision and need warring in his features. Marcus shifts the angle of his cock a little, hitting a new spot inside me, and I whimper, my eyelids fluttering and drooping. But I won’t let them close. Forcing them to stay open, I keep my gaze locked on Theo, my hand still outstretched to him.

And suddenly, like a rubber band snapping, he strides forward and takes it.

He crawls up onto the bed beside us, gripping my wrist tightly and bringing my fingertips to his lips. He slides one finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the tip of it. A thousand hot sparks dance down my arm, lighting up my entire body. I clamp my bottom lip between my teeth as Marcus bites down on the skin of my shoulder.

I’m almost there.

So close.

So fucking close to being whole again.

My gaze drops from Theo’s face to his torso, and I realize with a sudden jolt that a patch of red stains his sleeve. The bullet that whizzed by us earlier didn’t miss us. It grazed his arm. Even in this shadowy, dimly lit room, it’s impossible to mistake the bloodstain. A few more inches to the right, and…

My stomach clenches at the thought, fear for him joining the pleasure spiraling through me. I drag my finger from his mouth and fist the front of his shirt, pulling him down toward me.

Marcus is still devouring the skin of my neck and shoulder as Theo claims my lips in a kiss.

It’s everything I remembered. It’s warmth and want and light. It’s the perfect contrast to the man driving into me, and Theo fucks my mouth with his tongue in a counterpoint to Marcus’s furious cock.

I clamor for more of his taste, for his dark cherry and oak smell, sliding my tongue against his and panting into his mouth as I thread my fingers through the thick strands of his blond hair.

At the edge of the bed, Ryland grunts, a pained and almost desperate sound as he watches his friends devour me.

And it’s that sound that hurls me over the edge.

My pussy tightens convulsively around Marcus’s driving cock, forcing his thrusts to become choppy and shallow. Theo drinks in my ragged cries, swallowing down every one of them as he kisses me over and over. Then Marcus roars out his release, slamming into me so hard the entire bed shakes.

It’s still and silent for a moment.

And in that stillness, the panic in my body finally breaks. It shatters like glass into a thousand pieces that dissipate around me, leaving my head and heart blissfully empty.

Theo releases my lips at the same moment Marcus lifts his head from my shoulder, and I watch the two men above me share a silent look. Something passes between them, heavy and full of meaning. But I can’t tell what it is. The rapid beat of my heart is slowing, and my eyelids are drooping.

With the dreams and the memories falling away, all that’s left is the present.

The exhaustion.

The fading adrenaline.

I feel almost like I did after the sharp p