“He belongs with us,” I implore her. “Just look at him. None of us can fucking think straight around you. This is the power you hold over us all.”
Emboldened by my words, Brooklyn rides my dick faster. She looks like a goddess on top of me, taking every last drop of pleasure I have to offer her. I can feel her walls tightening around me, preparing to fall apart. Swirling my thumb over her nub, she can’t hold it in any longer.
“Say my name, Brooke. Let them hear it.”
“Fuck, Kade!”
I grab her throat and continue thrusting upwards, ready to spill myself inside of her. Knowing we’re being watched and appreciated undoes my self-restraint. I want to see my come stream down her leg, knowing she’s covered in me as we enter that church.
Brooklyn slumps against my chest as our releases coincide. Every muscle in my body tenses, drowning in a powerful wave of pure sensation. My fingers run through her messy hair, needing to touch every single part of her to prove that she’s all mine.
Before she can catch her breath, she’s torn from my lap. Hudson’s already unfastened his dark-wash jeans and doesn’t waste any time spearing her on his proud length. Brooklyn gasps loudly, filled back up before she’s even had a chance to come down from her orgasm.
“My turn,” he growls. “I need you too.”
They fuck frantically in the back of the SUV, not stopping even as there’s another tap on the window. Hudson’s too busy pounding his ownership into her, ensuring Seven’s watching the entire time. He’s getting himself off, studying Brooklyn with quiet intensity.
He can’t tear his eyes away.
Like it or not, he’s already one of us.
Laying Brooklyn down across the leather seats, Hudson shoves her dress up to her waist and plunges back inside. Her legs spread wider in the space of the car to allow him full, unfettered access. We both watch the show with fascination as Hudson drives her back to the edge.
“Come, blackbird. Coat my dick in your juices,” he goads.
The cry of ecstasy she releases sends a shiver down my spine. Both finishing, Hudson’s head rests against her breastbone. It’s a brief second of panting before they break into raucous laughter. Once again, we find ourselves in another morally fucked situation.
I grab a packet of tissues from Brooklyn’s discarded coat pocket and toss it at them. “Clean up, you lunatics. Hunter will come out here and smash the window open if we keep him waiting much longer.”
“Worth it.” Brooklyn hands Seven a tissue too.
The stormy-faced man actually nods. “Agreed.”
CHAPTER 21
BROOKLYN
HURTS LIKE HELL - FLEURIE
Kade releases my hand outside of the car. Taking a deep breath and yanking my dress down, I turn my head up to the sky. Raindrops hit my tongue in a sweet explosion, and I savour each one. This is what it’s all been for; beginning to live again.
I have even more of a reason to now. For the people that aren’t here, we have to survive.
Seven hangs at the back of our group, his head downturned and defeat laying heavy on his shoulders. Letting Kade and Hudson take the lead, I slide in next to him. He lets me take his empty hand.
“Kade’s right,” I tell him. “You’re not alone.”
Releasing a deep breath, he nods. “I guess.”
“Come on. I won’t let go of you, I promise.”
Flanked by our two blank-faced agents, their suits bulging with concealed holsters, we enter the small church. It’s a beautiful, mid-century classic, carved from slabs of limestone and lit with flickering flames. Dozens of candles have been lit inside, until it looks like the constellations of a midnight sky.
Down the narrow aisle, we take the empty seats at the front. Hunter, Theo, and Enzo all stand to the right in their expensive, fitted black suits, boxed in by their own security detail. Not a single one has been able to look at us. It’s clear that while Sadie was saving our lives, they were protecting the woman they loved.
There’s no elaborate service. Scripture and sentiments mean nothing to the people left behind. One by one, the three men take their turn laying a single, long-stemmed rose on her coffin. Enzo’s cold mask doesn’t break. He stands frozen and desolate, like an abandoned mountain range.
“I love you, beautiful. Remember that.”
