Her Double Mountain Outlaws

But with three of us? Yeah, it was downright intimate. Kennedy looked embarrassed. But me? Well, the idea of having to spend the whole night with her squeezed tight between us just to avoid falling out of bed wasn’t exactly a negative mental image. Turning to Caleb and seeing the hungry grin on his face told me he was thinking the same thing.

“I can call Lucy and see if she’s got an air mattress or something tucked away in her closet—”

“Angel,” I said quietly, stepping into her bedroom and pulling her into my arms. “Do you seriously think either of us is put off by the idea of having to cram into a tiny bed with you all night?”

She bit her lip, pink flushing through her cheeks as her eyes danced over mine.

“Okay, when you put it that way…” she grinned. “It really does seem like a bigger bed normally.”

“We’re big guys,” Caleb purred, moving behind her and sliding his hand over her hips as his lips found her neck.

“Lucky me,” she gasped quietly, panting as my lips found the other side of her neck. She sagged between us, murmuring softly, her hands sliding over both of us as we rocked her between us.

And it was perfect. It’d been a long fucking twenty-four hours. After the meeting with Axe, Ryker, Stone, and that FBI guy Rowan, we’d gone back to the shop to assess how bad it was. Luckily—as weird as it is to say luckily in this instance—the assholes had been aiming for us, which means most of their bullets had been aiming for the second floor. The shop’s front windows on the first floor were shattered out, and a few wild shots had made some mayhem of the back shelves. But for the most part, the parlor was okay.

Caleb and I had patched up the windows with plywood and then headed up to our place. The upstairs was a fucking shitshow though. We’d paused in the middle of the floor, both of us just fucking silent as we’d taken it all in. Hell, I wasn’t even sure how any of us had made it out of there alive.

Kennedy had stayed with Larkin, Addison, and her sister Jackie back at the garage while we boarded up our place and packed some of our shit. Afterwards, we’d sat down with Rowan, who had some contacts back at the Bureau who were going to help him find Harry Shaunessy, off the record. But still, even with his resources and our knowledge of Blackthorn, it was going to take some time to figure out where the hell Harry was holed up.

Some of the other guys from the mountain—Vlad, Braun, and the Texas twins—were going to do some recon too, but for now, it was going to be a waiting game. And when you’re out for blood after someone tries to hurt what you love, the waiting game fucking sucks.

Eventually, after some takeout from the diner downtown, Kennedy had told us to just come crash at her place until we could fix up our apartment.

“Besides,” she’d shrugged. “Lucy’s gone for a few nights.”

I’d chuckled. “Embarrassed about us, angel?”

“No,” she’d shaken her head, her lip catching between her teeth as her eyes blazed fire. “Lucy’s a light sleeper.”

Caleb and I had both grinned hungrily.

So, that’s where we were—at Kennedy’s small house, in her small bedroom, looking at her small bed.

And damn, was it perfect.

My lips trailed over her skin, my hands tightening on her as they slid over her body. I tried not to think about it, but the fact that we could have lost her the night before had a rage burning inside of me. One errant bullet. One step in the wrong direction on her part. A tea kettle on the stove that might’ve ricocheted a bullet.

Fuck, there were a hundred different nightmare scenarios of the previous night having turned horrible. Because the thought of losing her, or of her getting hurt was horrible. But I pushed that aside as I tasted her skin. We were here, we were safe, and we were whole. That’s all that mattered.

Kennedy moaned as my kisses became more insistent, my lips sucking harder at her skin as my hands moved to find the edges of her clothes. I tugged at her shirt, and she shivered as I pushed it up over her belly, bunching it higher towards her breasts. Behind her, Caleb groaned, helping to tug the shirt over her chest and head, slipping her hair free of it before tossing it away.

A dull heat thundered inside of me—the scent of her, and the feel of her soft skin, and the sound of her moans taking the embrace from soothing to wanting in seconds. I could feel my blood roaring through my veins, my cock thickening quickly between my thighs as my balls tingled and filled with cum.