“Upstairs,” Ashe said, tugging me toward the hallway. “A coffee table’s fine, so is a door. Never tried a washing machine, but I do like a bed.”
“Have fun!” Sarah called out.
I glanced at Sam, whose gaze was so hot I was surprised it didn’t singe off my clothes. “Desperate times call for desperate pleasures.”
* * *
ASHE
* * *
I wanted to go in and beat the shit out of Patrick, but the line was long. After everyone else had their turn, I doubted there would be much left. With over ten witnesses of him confessing to not only killing Aiden Steele, but to attempted murder on all five women and two babies and…
I gritted my teeth, took a breath as I pulled Natalie up the stairs. Everyone was fine. Patrick was being taken care of. The other women had their men nearby. Sam and I had Natalie and we were never letting her go. Not now that she said she was staying.
God, those words. I’d have gone to Boston for her. Belize, Bangkok, wherever. But the fact that she was staying right here in Barlow because of us?
Best fucking feeling ever. There was still much to talk about. Her job, where to live, but we’d work it out. What mattered was that we’d be together.
I had so much love, so much need for her that I was out of my mind. It wasn’t just my dick that was leading the way this time. So was my heart.
I had a feeling he wasn’t getting out of jail for a long, long time. That would help me sleep at night. And having Natalie in my arms.
I’d never been on the second floor before, but I peeked in the first door we passed and saw that it was definitely Cricket’s. Women’s clothing was over the back of the chair by the window. Although, it could have been one of the guys’ rooms. Either way, I wasn’t fucking Natalie in there. I went further down the hall, past a bathroom and to a much smaller bedroom. Tucked beneath the eaves at the back of the house, the bed was made, the room neat and it appeared unused.
Perfect.
I tugged Natalie in and Sam shut the door behind us.
We were too far away to hear anything from the front of the house—thank fuck. That also meant no one downstairs would hear Natalie cry out as we made her come. Perfect.
Natalie looked at me with such need that it made me suck in a breath. And when she launched herself at me, her arms going around my neck, her legs around my waist, I oomphed. But just for a second because her lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. My dick pressed against my jeans, eager to get to her. Fuck, she was so hot and frantic.
It was heaven, fucking heaven to have her so eager. I was the one who pulled back. “Easy, tiger,” I said, grinning. “Don’t forget about Sam.”
She looked over her shoulder at Sam, reached one arm out toward him, beckoning him to join us.
“I want this to be quick,” she said, her breathing ragged. Sam took a step closer and she dropped her hands between us to my belt, undoing the buckle. Shit. “I need you. I need your cocks in me. Now.”
I turned and carried her to the bed, laid her down and followed so I hovered over her. I let her open my pants, get my dick in her tiny grip. “This isn’t going to be fast, sweetheart. Not this time.”
“You want both of us?” Sam asked, coming to stand at the end of the bed, his hands on the brass footboard.
Natalie looked up at him, bit her lip. “Yes.”
“Together?” I added.
I let that question sink in, let her take a minute to understand what we were asking. We’d played with her ass, got her used to us being there, but taking both our dicks at the same time was different. So much more.
“Yes, together. Just like you promised.”
Lifting up, I reached down, took off her boots, let them drop to the floor. Her socks followed. Then I worked her jeans down her hips, taking her panties with them. I saw a hint of yellow satin, but didn’t take the time to peek. Her sexy panties were so fucking hot, but her, naked, was so much better.
She lifted her hips, helped me and then she was bare from the waist down. I dropped to my knees at the side of the bed, hooked the back of her knees and pulled her toward me. I couldn’t miss how wet she was and my mouth watered to get that sticky sweetness on my tongue.
As I ate her out, I looked up her body, watched as Sam went to the opposite side of the bed, reached and tugged the hem of her shirt up. She raised her arms for him to pull it off. He took hold of her wrists, captured them so they were straight over her head. Captured.
Her breasts were covered in a pretty bra of yellow satin. With his free hand, Sam tugged down the cups, one after the other so her breasts were exposed, the nipples taut and pointing right at the ceiling. Sam leaned forward, took one in his mouth.