He groans, his grasp tightening with the most delicious pressure around my scalp.
Everything in the room disappears and all I know is Oz and Jude. The feel of their hands on my body, the surge of light headedness as I lose my breath only to gasp and shudder around Oz’s length. The two of them command a rhythm and I’m swept along with it, the ebb and flow of lust and arousal rising from my scrunched toes to my head, held steady by Oz.
“That’s it,” Oz coaxes. “Take my cock like a good girl.”
Tears blur my eyes. I can’t see what Jude is doing but I feel the moment his tongue finds my clit. I moan and Oz must like the vibrations because he thrusts in deeper.
“Fuck. Whatever you just did, brother, do it again.”
Jude does, indeed, do it again and I explode for a second time just as Oz pulls out and shoots his load across my breasts.
Jude stays low, licking me clean as aftershocks tumble through me. He straightens my shorts and pulls me back onto the bed so my head’s not hanging off the edge. “Fuck Angel, that was beautiful.”
I’m still catching my breath when Oz leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Did you like your reward?”
I huff out a laugh and smile up at him. “Very much so.” I look down at the mess he’s made of my chest. “I think I might need new bandages though.”
Oz quirks a brow. “You mean I have to undress you again? Such a shame.”
Banging rattles the door, breaking the bubble of happiness Jude and Oz built me. “It’s been half an hour and I know you took my key, Jude,” River calls. “Out. Now.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
Eli
THIS WOMAN IS messing with our team. Not to mention she’s becoming a quite literal pain in my neck.
I push up off the stool by the kitchen island and grab the top of my head, stretching it forwards until I hear a crack.
Ever since I saw the wreckage of her motorbike crash the muscles along the left side of my neck have tensed right the fuck up. It brought back too many memories of the time River found me splayed across the road. I swore I’d never ride again and after Freya’s crash I was filled with the inexplicable urge to confiscate that bloody bike. Inexplicable because I shouldn’t give a shit. She can ride herself to an early grave for all I care because, like I said, she’s messing with our team.
Now, she swans down the fucking stairs, both Jude and Oz at her shoulders. Color me surprised.
Not.
Jude’s made it pretty clear how he feels about Freya. He thinks she’s the one. Oz was never going to be far behind. He and Jude have a connection. I’d say it’s like the one I have with River except theirs was born out of solidarity and respect whereas ours was cultivated in pain.
River and I have been by each other’s side since we were seven years old. He’d sneak away to my house whenever his parents weren’t using him as a pawn in their cons. I was his safehaven until my house became a far unhappier place than his. I know River better than anyone which is how I can tell that he’s not as unaffected by Freya as he likes to pretend. We have an agreement though. We all have to be on board when it comes to choosing a woman and I will never choose Freya.
River closes the file he’s been scouring and Oz nods at him as Jude helps Freya hop up onto one of the stools. I fight the urge to just walk the hell out.
River’s gaze lands on the little spitfire. “Was that so hard?” he asks.
Freya’s eyes flare before she puts on a sickly-sweet mask. “No, actually, it turned out to be quite...pleasurable.”
Jude coughs in a poor attempt to cover his laughter and I roll my eyes to hide the flush of anger that sweeps through me. “While you’ve been lazing around in your room all day the rest of us have been working,” I say. I slide the folder in front of me and it skids across the island. “Time to earn your keep.”
Freya stops the folder under her palm and opens it up. “What’s this?” she asks.
River looks up from the new file he’s opened. “A list of your father’s suspected associates. Names and photos. I need you to go through them and see if you recognize anyone.”
“Yes, Sir,” Freya mutters.
I sense more than see River go still beside me.
I shake my head. If she’s going to throw around phrases like that, soon it’s going to be three against one. Me being the only sane person not to fall for a murderer’s daughter.
River goes back to his paperwork and for once I can’t fault Freya. She’s taking this seriously, a slender finger running down the paper as she combs through the list, flicking back every now and again to have a second look at one photo or another.
