He grabbed her face between his hands and held her gaze.
“Never forget me. Never forget what we have. It can’t be broken.” He kissed her deeply and stroked upward as Fenton thrust into her ass.
India pulled from Grey’s mouth and screamed her release, the sound of her cream lubricating her pussy and ass followed.
“Fuck I love this ass. I’ll never get enough of it. Of having you. Of taking you in every hole,” Fenton told her as he continued to thrust even faster.
She cried out another orgasm and both men began a series of fast, hard thrusts. Grey knew he wouldn’t last. He wanted to mark her heart, her soul, and of course the inside of her body so no other men would compare to him and the team. He called out her name and ejaculated deep into her womb, his thoughts suddenly somber as the dream of her bearing their children diminished.
Behind her Fenton came next, cupping her breast, stroking a few more times, then lying over her, kissing her skin and inhaling her scent.
“You’ll always be our sleeping beauty.”
Chapter 9
India awoke early with only Ford in bed beside her.
She glanced at the clock and saw it was five a.m. She thought instantly about Flynn, knowing he would head out early to take some photos and she had missed every time he wanted her to go with him.
Not today. Today she was going to make it out in time and see exactly how he caught such sensational pictures.
She eased slowly out of bed as to not wake Ford. But before she could get completely out, an arm reached over and snagged her back against his side.
“Where are you going?”
She chuckled and felt that giddy warm feeling inside. She was going to miss that about Ford.
“I wanted to watch Flynn take pictures. I’ve missed it every morning, but today I got up in time.”
“Okay. Make sure he brings his gun and you carry something, too.”
His words were firm and she nodded and went to leave but he pulled her back.
“Forgetting something?”
She chuckled then leaned down and kissed him. He let her go then snuggled back into the pillow as she quickly got dressed.
India headed downstairs to find the coffee on but no sign of Flynn. The dogs weren’t there to greet her either. Flynn must have taken them with him.
She pulled on the thick coat, noting how cold it was this morning, and headed out the door. By the back porch steps there was a thick, clublike thing and India remembered Fenton carrying it with him when he walked the perimeter.
She grabbed a hold of it and looked toward the darkness, the sun just barely beginning to rise.
She knew which direction to go in. It wasn’t a thick set of woods and to the right was a large hill of woods then a lookout area where Flynn took those amazing pictures.
She didn’t want any regrets before she left. She wanted great memories to hold onto and remember. Like last night and how deeply they all made love.
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India headed toward the woods, the club in hand, using it like a walking stick. The moment she started up toward the steep hill she heard the crackling of branches and turned to look.
A low growl in the distance alerted her to what was to the right of her.
Four large animals, like vicious looking dogs, were tearing apart the flesh of something else.
She gasped and then heard the howl of wolves from the other way.
India screamed then held the stick in front of her.