54
I’m Sorry
Amanda
I shower and change into pajamas. I don’t bother with shorts. Just the purple panties, to see how they look, and a tank top. In the mirror, I don’t look half bad. The large bow accentuates the curves of my ass nicely. Maybe Jake knows what he’s talking about.
I make it to the bed and slide under the covers. It feels lonely. A few days of having one of them sleep next to me and I’m already spoiled.
I toss around for a while, wishing the metal shutters weren’t there so I could at least have a view of the night sky and green grass.
The click of the door latch sends my face swinging around to see Jake in a loose pair of pajama pants.
He sees that I’m awake and gives me a bright grin.
“Look who’s joining our team, meine Seele ,” he whispers and steps aside.
Cade follows him, wearing a pair of athletic shorts without a shirt.
I blink at his defined muscles. I kind of figured he’d be more soft for some reason. Ace and Mikael are obvious with muscle. Cade is all clear-cut lines of perfection with a darker red happy trail leading down to his low-slung shorts and a lot of bruising. He has a light dusting of freckles on his shoulders that spill onto his pecs like glitter in a random pattern.
I sit up, bringing the covers with me to keep my breasts hidden. I’m sure that if Cade sees my peaked nipples, he’s going to mock me nonstop.
“What team?” I ask Jake warily.
“While Gabe and his boys are your shields, we are your weapons. They’re all around us to keep danger away. We’re right beside you pointing out vulnerable points, keeping close, and waiting to be tagged in,” Jake shrugs.
Jake is definitely a bomb waiting to go off. Cade? I haven’t seen or heard him do anything more than throw a few lazy punches and ogle women. His well-honed body has me second-guessing that, though.
Jake shuts the door with a soft click and leaves Cade standing awkwardly as he crawls onto the bed. I decided to sleep dead center on the mattress like I’m making a statement. Apparently, that statement is, "Hey Jake, press as much of you against me as you can without falling off ."
“Cadey? Grab me one of those controllers, would you?”
Without any glib remarks or cursing, Cade grabs one. He even turns on the TV and the game console for him before he returns to hand it over.
“Trained much?” I mutter with a raised brow.
Jake settles into the pillow with a sigh and starts an RPG. It loads onto a dungeon with outdated graphics.
“Do you know where you’re going?” I ask as I take in the three-way split for a direction.
“I always turn left and follow the walls in dungeons,” he replies absently.
Cade gives him an annoyed glance and crosses his arms.
“He meant that I’m no longer interested in keeping you benched.”
My brow rises further. “Oh, really. And how long is that going to last?”
“Permanently,” his eyes meet mine intently. Like he’s trying to psychically rewrite my brain programming into believing it.
After a pause, I do.
Either I’m turning into a ho, or they’ve suckered me back into trusting them. Maybe both.
I let out a disgruntled sigh and fall back on my pillow.
“Jake, turn it down so I can sleep. Cade, go for it.”
Jake reaches for the nightstand and pulls the drawer open for the remote. He pauses for a second and then turns it down.
“Gabe has a meeting scheduled with Caleb Owen tomorrow at lunch. To see the house you freaked about.”
I feel like I just got punched in the chest. My breath soughs out of me, and I have trouble getting it back. Before I can recover, he keeps going.
“Matthias has two teams in town. One that stabbed him in the back to take hits outside of the company and another to wipe them out. We think they killed Blake and the rest. That team is in the wind and Amanda? They wouldn’t get paid all the money before the hits.”
Oh shit. The account is closed. They’re going to be looking for their money, and I’m missing. A clear sign of guilt. Not that staying in the open would have been any safer.
A faint pulse of doom hits me every time he finishes a sentence. I’m hoping it’s good old-fashioned paranoia. All signs point to that’s a stupid hope.
“We’ll all be there to keep Gabe safe, my imp,” Jake mutters without taking his focus off his game.
“Which leaves you alone,” Cade looks away as he runs a hand through his hair.
That isn’t what I’m worried about.
I stare at the ceiling as a slow-moving feeling of defeat crawls from my toes to my throat and latches on.
When I said I wanted to take people with me when I died, I didn’t mean them .
“Can you cancel it?” I ask dismally.
Cade gives me a look of confusion. “Why would we do that?”
What am I supposed to say? Because my super-secret voodoo doom power says so?
When I don’t respond Jake and Cade exchange a glance.
“There’s more riding on this than we originally expected,” Cade offers hesitantly. “That’s why you’ve been so hell-bent on stopping it, right?”
I nod uselessly. I’m a victim, sure. But I’m not in a cage or in one of those bedrooms. My body shudders hard enough that I shake the mattress.
I’m willing to risk myself to help. But am I willing to risk anyone else? The ache in my heart says hell no.
“Going into this alone would spell disaster,” Jake tells me with a cold stare. “I know that’s what you’ve been planning, but that is something that will fail. You know this.”
I’ve kind of figured that out. I’m not bulletproof, and I bet there are a lot of important figures in this town that I can’t get to. If they aren’t on the golfing buddy list, I’d be shocked.
“So this is a heads up we’re going out to get killed, hope you make it speech?”
Cade gives me a disgruntled glare. “No. This is a hey, here’s what we’ve got. We aren’t lazy pieces of shit. What do you have speech.”
“I’ve got Shade had a reason to be paranoid about Matthias being in town and I can let him know. South wants me to do it myself. Tera is on a no-contact list because she’s sweet and pregnant speech,” I snap back without any heat.
“I feel good about this,” Cade says softly. As if he’s imploring me to believe in him.
“And when Cade has those feelings, they’re spot on,” Jake assures me with a smile.
“Well, I have a hey, that bus is about to hit me feeling, and it’s spot on, too,” I give him a glare.
Cade chuckles as Jake grins.
“It’s nerves, babe,” Cade adds to the reasons I currently don’t like him, hot body aside. “We’ve done this before. More than you can imagine.”
Babe ? Since fucking when did that start?
“Yours is hope and pissing in the wind,” I return balefully.
“Maybe,” he shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“Goddamn it, Cade,” I bark out, surprising him. “This isn’t a fucking joke to me!”
His good mood disappears in a blink.
“It isn’t a joke to us either!” He yells back. “We have the experience for this, and you don’t! We’re trying to minimize risk for all of us. You’re throwing that out the window. I could fucking throttle you right now!”
“There’s also the fact that we would all lose our minds if you’re harmed,” Jake adds casually, his attention back on the TV.
I scoff. “Everybody in this palace of ridiculous riches has already lost their minds.”
“Touche,” he mutters and mashes a button with a fierce frown.
Cade rubs a hand down his face in frustration. “Shut up, Jake.”
“Yes, Cade,” he replies in a sweet voice.
“I’m about to throttle you too,” Cade assures him in a grim tone that leaves little doubt that he’s being honest.
“You haven’t been sleeping. You need a nap,” Jake rebuts in his normal tone. “Lie down and get some sleep. Your side of the bed is right there.”
When he gestures to my other side, I give Jake a look of disbelief.
“Since when?” I protest.
“Since forever. Cade prefers the right. I prefer the left.”
I slap a hand over my face and mutter, “You know what? I don’t care anymore. Just do whatever.”
I roll onto my left side with a huff and try to get comfortable. Cade slowly moves around the bed, getting cursed at in German for blocking the TV, and hesitantly lifts the sheets.
A cooler breeze rolls down my back, raising goosebumps. I hear Cade suck in a breath hard enough he chokes.
“You’re welcome, Cadey,” Jake says slyly. I try to pretend neither one of them is here.
“Babe, are you sure?” Cade asks as if I’m about to spin around and stab him.
I keep my eyes shut and don’t respond.
After a slight pause, he climbs in and does his best to hover at the edge with his back to me.
With the monotonous drone of the game’s music and Jake’s presence, I finally fall asleep.
***
I wake with my arm flopped over Jake’s waist. He’s on his back, with my head resting on top of his arm instead of my pillow. One of my legs is thrown over his thigh, my foot tucked between his legs. He’s warm.
Something feels off about it, though. His cologne is different. Clove with a subtler note of jasmine. It’s nice.
His body is stiff as I find a more comfortable position for my head and let out a sigh. Sleep is hovering, waiting to take me under.
“Please don’t wake up. Let me have this at least.”
The barely heard mutter is Cade’s voice, coming from right next to me.
My brows furrow in confusion. How does Jake have Cade’s voice?
The TV is off. It leaves soft breathing happening on either side of me. Wasn’t Jake on my other side?
The body I’m practically on top of slowly relaxes.
The silence stretches with me half aware.
“Me and Jake both fell for you in that gym. Jake the first day and me the second. How sad is that? The way those women talked about you. I couldn’t stand it. I wanted you away from them. They said you were weak, but you’re so damn strong.”
What the hell?
The thought is groggy with sleep. My body doesn’t startle. Like it has been listening to Cade ramble for hours and is used to it.
“I’m sorry.”
His hushed whisper is faint in the darkness.
“So damn sorry. If I hadn’t kept pushing, you never would have been arrested. It was my fault. Mikael argued. Ace begged. But all I could see was the shattered look on their faces. I wondered if my dad would have looked that way if he knew what Sharon was doing before he died.”
He’s… confessing? Sharon must be the woman who killed his father.
“I’m the one that pushed it. I took Ace’s phone from him. I’m the one who told Jake not to try helping you. I just hurt so damn bad. I wanted you to hurt, too. But not like that.”
His hand reaches up to touch the very tips of my fingers. A barely there caress as if he’s scared to wake me.
Like Ace and Mikael, he can’t look me in the eyes to tell me he was wrong. Gabe did, but I didn’t believe him. You can’t be one hundred percent onboard for vengeance and then say you’re sorry like it was nothing.
Unless they weren’t one hundred percent on board with it.
From how things work inside this ridiculous mansion, they could have done several things to punish me. Taken my money, my apartment, my job. Forced me onto the street. Sent me home to my parents. Beat me up or kill me. Instead, they locked me up in a room with no idea what might happen. Had they planned on letting me go? Or were they taking that time to calm down?
“You were so worried about Jake, too. As if you knew he’s my weakness. It made it worse. You were just trying to see if he was alive.”
“Are you going to do it again?” I ask calmly.
He startles as if I just scared the hell out of him. How could he think I would be able to sleep through his midnight ramblings?
“Amanda?” he says in a louder voice, but not by much. I guess he’s trying to let Jake sleep. Like we should be doing.
“Are you?”
“No,” he mutters.
His hand moves over mine and interlaces our fingers. It’s such an innocent, boyish action, just like playing footsie with me. He hesitates as if he’s waiting for me to pull away. When I don’t, his fingers squeeze mine.
“You aren’t like her. Or any of the women I’ve known.”
“It’s the anger issues,” I assure him.
He lets out a soft chuckle.
“And the fact that you gave a shit today. Even after all my fuckups, you wanted to help me.”
My brows furrow as I prop my chin on his chest to see him instead of his shoulder. There isn’t much light but I can make out a few of his features. His sharp cheekbones and square jaw. The shadows over his eyes leave me with no color but a glimmer of light.
“Has no one tried to help you?” It seems unbelievable.
“Jake,” he mutters, his head shifting to see the back of his sleeping friend’s head.
No wonder they’re so close. It might have something to do with keeping Jake’s violence in check, but it’s also to keep Cade’s depression in check. A balance they’ve walked for a while.
“Does anyone else realize?” I ask in confusion.
“No,” his eyes return to me. “Not until today, at least.”
He’s a good actor, but I didn’t think he was that good. To hide himself away so well that even the people who see him all day at work and at home? It hits me that Jake does the same thing in his own way. I don’t think Jake really cares about what he looks like to other people. If he acted the way he wanted outside this mansion then no one would approach Cade .
“We all have issues and it’s hard to see each other past that. I felt seen today. Like we set down our issues and just had fun. It was so wholesome it was kind of scary.”
I shake my head and lay back on his arm.
He shifts until he’s lying on his side with his face in front of mine. It jostles my head until he moves a pillow down for us both to rest on. Jake grumbles something in German.
“He said fuck off,” Cade grins.
“I should be saying it too. You should be sleeping.”
His grin widens. “What did you say to Gabe?”
The casual question dims my mood quickly.
“Why?”
He takes in my emotional withdrawal, his smile dialing down a few notches.
“He apologized to me. To all of us.”
“For what?” I probe. To me, he has dozens of things to apologize for, but they have nothing to do with me.
“He saved us all, you know that?” He watches my expression closely. “Just because he sucks at it doesn’t mean he hasn’t put in the effort.”
“Have any of you?” I ask pointedly.
“I thought I was before. With the move here. The gym class to get to know people. Be normal when I can’t even function. And then you came, and I realized it was just more fake shit. I wasn’t trying at all. None of us were.”
He pauses, and I poke his side to get him back on track. His wandering, sad eyes quickly return to my face.
“Ace and Mik are up Gabe’s ass twenty-four seven. No breaks. They’re like fucking gargoyles at the door of the temple. Me and Jake are dangling in the wind. Yeah, we aren’t as active as before, thank God. But that comes with a cost.”
“You’re bored,” I raise an eyebrow in wonder. “Seriously? I wish I could go back to worrying about bills at this point.”
“Vigilante justice has paid my bills for the most part,” he tells me grimly.
I keep my scoff light. “Bullshit. Gabriel pays your bills.”
His brows go up in surprise. “Gabe pays for his houses. I have mine in New York. The estate in Philly. One in grand old Deutschland for Jake.”
I blink, my smile dropping. “So, you’re rich.”
“We all are,” he insists like I’m an idiot. “It just doesn’t make sense for us to be separated when there could be an emergency.”
“You’re. All. Rich.” I repeat it slowly, my frown becoming a scowl. “Every one of you.”
“That’s not the normal reaction,” Cade says warily.
I ignore him. “This is some bullshit. I get away from one money-hungry dick and fall in with five of them instead. What the fuck is wrong with me?”
“A lot of things,” Cade presses his nose to mine and narrows his eyes. “At the top of the list is comparing any of us with Blake.”
“Tit for tat, fucker,” I grit back. “I’m not a gold-digging slut either. Sucks to be accused of shit you’d never do on your worst day, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, it does,” his glare dials down, replaced by guilt.
“If I want you dead, you’re going to see me coming. I’ll be the one grinning like I just won the lottery and a baseball bat. Now stop looking sad, asshole,” I hiss and poke his side. “This is revenge time. Chin up and deal with it. I want to feel victory while you grovel, not pity.”
“You are so fucked up,” he whispers with a light chuckle.
“Really,” I deadpan with a raised brow. “Let’s start a list and compare notes. I’m pretty sure that the only person to come out of this competition unscathed would be Mikael.”
He scoffs softly. “Yeah, right.”
“Don’t tell me,” I hurry to add. “Don’t ruin his image.”
“His best friend is Ace ,” Cade reminds me.
“I’m not listening. Ace is a wonderful masseuse, and that’s where this stops.”
He starts laughing, softly at first and then louder. I put a hand over his mouth to quiet him down, but he’s shaking the mattress.
“Shut up,” I whisper harshly. “You’re going to wake Jake up.”
Cade pulls my hand away to press it against his chest and tilts his head to kiss me. It’s awkward, considering he’s still grinning. At the moment of contact, his smile drops, and he takes a shaky breath. Then he kisses me again, a true meeting of lips.
I fall into the kiss so naturally it feels as though we’ve done this a hundred times or more. One moment scolding him and the next swept up in a kiss that’s a beginning that was waiting to happen. My heart hurts when his hand presses mine into his chest hard enough to bruise. As if he wants me to feel so much more than the physical.
His heart is hammering. His breathing is quiet but unsteady. He presses several chaste kisses against my lips like he could do it all day.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he mutters and kisses me again. A little more pressure and a light tease with his tongue.
“Sex?” I try to joke, but my tone is weak.
“No. Us, meeting in the middle with nothing between us.”
My heart squeezes again. All my anger toward him. The insults. The lies. They still matter, but right now, they seem small. I can feel how much he wants this to happen. He’s being hesitant because he feels too guilty to go all in.
I never thought that Cade, of all people, would be hesitating or trying to reassure a woman that this is about feelings as well as the physical.
I can’t move my hand so I press my lips to his harder. I lap at his lip and nip him. If he needs to know that this is mutual, I’ll give it to him.
It’s as if a switch flips inside him. I gave him a green light and he’s not going to let me take it back.
He releases my hand and clamps his arm around my waist, pressing my front to his without wasting time. His kiss turns into a lush possession that has my head bending back. My knees go weak, even lying down.
With my hand free, I run it over his chest, down his abs, and dip my fingers in the waistband of his shorts.
“If you touch me, I’m going to lose it, babe,” he swallows thickly and kisses me again.
Challenge accepted.
He isn’t wearing underwear, so all I feel is hard heat, panting breaths against my lips, and silky skin. I tease his tip before circling his shaft with a tight grip.
“God,” he breathes softly, pressing his forehead to mine.
I lazily explore his length, loosening my grip to tease him.
“You know I want more than that,” he shifts until his lips are lined up by my ear to continue whispering. “Stroke my dick like it’s your favorite toy.”
My breath catches at the surprising command. Instead of falling quiet, he keeps talking.
“I have fucked my fist more since I met you than I did as a teen. Do you know how pissed I was that you wasted my lube?”
I can’t help the quiet giggle that comes out. Looks like I tortured Cade a lot more than I thought I did.
“I’ve thought about you in my bed. On the stairs. The elevator. The shower. God, eating your pussy at the table with everyone watching me make you scream. Everywhere I look is another place waiting for us.”
I can’t help thinking about it. With his hand roaming over my back, pulling at my shirt as if he wants to tear it off me. He’s memorizing my body by touch. His hand grips my ass, and he lets out a sigh.
“This ass. Fuck, it’s torture just watching you walk in front of me. Wrapped up like the perfect fucking present in my favorite color.”
The panties are for Cade’s approval? Jake really is a tricksy fuck.
Cade’s fingers begin to pull the silk down and dive inside to clutch skin. The way he fondles it speaks of obsession.
A haze of want comes over me. Every word incites more of it to rise inside. His palm is hot on my skin. His erection is hard enough it feels painful.
I bite down on his neck, leaving a slight imprint of my teeth.
“You better mark me up for everyone to see,” he groans.
I tighten my hand and slowly stroke him from base to tip as I move to suck his neck. Every time I leave a bite, he moans quietly. As if the marks mean more to him than my hand on his cock.
His hips move in rhythm with my hands. His kisses land anywhere he can reach. I feel his fingers glide over the crack of my ass and delve further to reach damp heat.
I shamelessly lift my leg to brace my knee on his thigh, giving him free access.
His fingertips press over my opening, rubbing back and forth just as slowly as my hand is moving over him. A tap over my clit has me biting hard and moaning. I want his fingers inside me.
I pant and work over his erection, hoping to entice him.
His hand comes out of my panties to grip my waist. The move crushes my hand between us, but I don’t let go.
I’m expecting him to press me into the mattress. Instead, he pulls me over him and keeps me there with both arms wrapped around me.
“Put my dick inside you,” he whispers harshly. “Slide those panties to the side and let me feel you. Come on, babe, put me out of my misery.”
His arms loosen to let me sit up a few inches, braced by my hands.
“Don’t you dare get up,” he slams his lips against mine. The kiss he starts is distracting. The way his tongue moves over mine, taunting it to enter his mouth in return.
Both his hands thread through my hair to hold me to him. I scrabble to get my panties pulled to the side. I can feel the tip of him brushing against my folds. I tease it with the tips of my fingers before positioning him.
When I sink back, he’s holding me too tightly to let me take more than a few inches.
“Slow and quiet,” he gasps and pulls my face to his neck. “I need this. You feel like heaven.”
I shift to take him inside as much as I can and slowly let him go. Almost letting him leave me entirely before I let him back in.
“Like that,” he breathes, causing chills to roll down my neck. He sounds as if he’s in agony and pleasure at the same time.
He’s so hard inside me, barely coming in. The head of his cock rasps over my soft entrance in a slow drag that’s driving me crazy. I want to ride him fully, to feel more than this slight stretch.
I gasp as he shifts his hips up, allowing me to take more of him.
“You’re so wet. I’m soaked,” he chokes out. “Mark me, babe. I need to know this is real.”
I kiss along his neck, my entire body feeling so sensitive and tight. My inner walls are clinging to him as he lifts a little more. His tip is running along my channel in a smooth glide that makes me whimper.
“Shh. Don’t wake him. This is just for us,” he pants.
“I need to move,” I beg him shamelessly.
“You’re moving, babe. So fucking perfect. You’re going to make me cum so hard. I’m going to fill you up. And then we’ll do it again and again.”
I bounce my hips over him, moving faster as he speaks.
“God, yes,” he groans.
I work over his tip, driving us both insane. His hands fall to my hips, and I don’t waste the opportunity.
I brace against his chest and sit up, taking him fully inside. I choke at the stretch when I reach his base. A distant twinge of pain, and then I’m moving over him however I want.
“Oh God,” he moans, watching me move like he wants to memorize the sight. His muscles are taut as he holds himself still. His eyes shut tight, his head tilting back until his neck is straining. I can see the marks I’ve left all over him.
“I need you to cum,” he gasps. A hand circles around to rub across my clit with insistent pressure.
His knees come up, and I lean back farther, letting him touch wherever he wants. My breasts, my waist, my sensitive clit. His hands are everywhere, worshiping me as I bounce over his lap.
“Now, babe,” he grits his teeth. The intense look he gives me has his teeth bared. The pressure on my clit turns into a grinding circle that sends me over the edge.
I lose my rhythm, a weak cry breaking out as I spasm.
“Yes, that’s it,” he groans with triumph and begins thrusting into me with heavy strokes that moves the orgasm from my clit to a spot inside that leaves me weak.
“I’m cuming, babe,” he pants, staring at the point where we meet with an agonized expression.
His hips jerk, his head straining back again as he grunts. I can feel the splash of heat inside me. His cock kicks, filling me up just like he said he would.
My body goes weak. I barely catch myself with my hands and sprawl across him. His thighs twitch and drop at the same time. We’re both panting and soaked with sweat.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he mutters, holding me to him like a lifeline.
I can’t say a word so I kiss along his neck, up to his jaw. He tilts his head until our panting mouths meet again.
“Stay with me, just like this,” he whispers.
“Ok,” I mutter, my eyes refusing to open.
We catch our breath, enjoying the feeling of being as close as we can be.
Until hard hands grip my hips and lift me off Cade’s softening length.
Cade looks behind me with the smallest smile. His arm holds my shoulders down while the other hand threads through my hair. When he looks at me, the gentleness of his expression surprises me.
“We woke him.”
I blink stupidly as Jake lifts me higher until I’m braced on my knees with my weight on Cade’s chest.
Jake tsks lightly as he lines himself up with my opening.
“You didn’t mark her back, Cadey,” he bites out, barely dipping inside me.
My eyes widen and then flutter shut as he thrusts inside without restraint. My sensitized channel sucks on his erection greedily. I gulp in a breath as Jake moves in me without mercy.
“He looks pissed off,” Cade teases me, rubbing his nose along mine.
Jake groans, lowering my hips until I’m spread wide, straddling Cade. The move allows him to hammer into me harder. I clutch Cade’s shoulder, digging my nails in. A soft whine of sound escapes me.
“That’s better,” Cade murmurs, kissing my panting lips softly. “The look on his face is perfect. He loves your pussy, holding him tight. I’ve never seen him lose it like this.”
Somehow, his words make me weak. A stroke to my frazzled emotions while my body strains toward another orgasm.
Jake begins to mutter in German, his voice broken.
“He says he loves your pussy. You’re wet and perfect. So tight. He’s barely holding his cum in.”
I can’t do anything but whimper as he pounds into me. The shock of his entrance slowly starts building inside me. His tip hits so deep with every quick strike it jolts the peak higher and higher. So high I’m almost afraid to cum.
“J-Jake,” I whimper, helpless against the pleasure.
A hand slides over my waist and delves between my cheeks to press on the rosebud there. A slick fingertip circles and barely presses inside.
“It’s ok, babe. He has you. We have you.”
Cade presses his lips to mine, delving inside with his tongue as a finger slowly enters me.
The dual sensation snaps my control. I barely feel myself as I struggle to get more. Of everything.
I’m struggling to meet Jake while Cade croons in my ear that Jake’s eyes just rolled back. That he’s holding the base of his dick so he won’t cum too soon. I dig my nails in and strain to hold on. The hard grip over my hips won’t allow much movement. One hand, Cade’s, the other Jake’s.
A slur of German comes from above me.
“He’s losing it,” Cade translates smugly. “Get ready for his cum.”
Jake’s pace falters as heat fills me again. He grits something out and slaps my ass hard. The sting does nothing but make me writhe.
Jake pulls out and pushes me back to Cade. I’m desperate to get off again, squirming over him. I can feel that he’s hard again, and I’m so thankful.
“Move,” Cade snaps over my shoulder, his knees rising to brace me.
I sense Jake withdraw a short distance and reach a hand back for him.
“Oh, meine Seele ,” he says in a weak voice. He collapses next to us, grabbing my hand to kiss the back reverently. “You take us so well.”
I gasp when Cade enters me again, holding my hips with a bruising grip as he slams inside me. He’s jolting me until my thighs begin to shake, and I’m letting out a long, continuous moan broken up by gasps.
I’m pressed so hard against him that my clit drags over his pelvis without relief. I feel sly fingers press into my ass, coated with something that makes their entry seamless. The movement on either side of the delicate membrane between has me sobbing.
My body gives out for them to take control. I feel my shirt tear away, and my chest is pressed against Cade’s sweating torso as he strains under me. Jake spreads kisses across my back, muttering so softly I can’t hear him. I can only feel his lips moving over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.
A third finger is added, and I cum. It’s a breathless, painful scream that erupts from my throat. Cade interrupts it with a hard kiss, his moan echoing inside my mouth as he cums again.
I collapse in a daze, everything inside me singing with pleasure.
“I’ll fucking destroy anyone who tries to stop this,” Cade’s voice comes hoarse and weak but so solemn.
“ Es ist ein Versprechen ," Jake kisses my cheek.
Cade’s lips move over my ear. “He says that’s a promise. From both of us.”
I’m almost passed back out when Jake mutters something in German with a choked-up voice.
“I love her too,” Cade replies softly. “We’ll be ok, Jake. No more empty rooms.”