Page 19 of Unbound
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Looking at me questioningly, Jackson cupped my mound in his palm, then slid one finger inside. “Oh man, she’s tight, Jasper. Tight and wet. You’re so fucking lucky.”
“I know it.” Jasper knew my body so well already, knew how hard to press, how fast to go. I felt myself drawing up tight, pleasure building, but he pulled his hand away before it could peak. “Treat her right, and you’ll get lucky, too.”
Strangely, I didn’t mind that they were talking to each other about me as though I wasn’t right there. They were both focused on me, and yet it made me feel like a tool that was there simply for their pleasure. Even though I didn’t know what it said about me, I liked it. Craved it.
Jackson slid a second finger inside to join the first, working them in and out the way he would soon use his cock. I spread my legs wide, arched my hips, pushed into the touch.
Behind me, Jasper sucked in a harsh breath, and I felt his erection jerk against my back, felt a small spurt of dampness. My movements were taking him up, giving him pleasure, and I reached for Jackson, wanting to share it with him.
He shook his head, batting my hand away. “None of that until you come all over my fingers. But don’t worry, you’ll get it good.”
My breath gasps as I writhed against Jasper, who resumed the pressure on my clit. As soon as he did, need coiled again, tight and fast. When Jackson scissored his fingers inside of me, one rough finger rubbing over that spot deep inside, I was gone. My back arched, sweat broke out over my skin, and my mouth opened in a wordless cry as pleasure took me over.
When I opened my eyes, Jackson was kneeling right in front of me, and a condom covered his cock. I thought that maybe I should be nervous, knowing he was about to fuck me when Jasper’s own erection was still pressing against my back, but I was too high on the moment.
“She’s pretty when she comes,” Jackson said over my shoulder to Jasper as he lined the head of his cock up with my slickness. In response, Jasper fisted his fingers in my hair, tugging until I had no choice but to look up at him. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes half-mast, yet still full of that possessive intentness.
“She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Something rippled in the air between us, and I was looking at Jasper when Jackson thrust inside of me.
“Oh fuck.” Like Jasper, he was big, and my inner walls had to stretch to accommodate him, but the sting felt so good. He kept his gaze down, watching as my body took him in, sweat beading on his brow and his arms trembling.
When he had fully seated himself inside of me, he pushed himself up on those arms, bringing his face level with my own, grinning with those sexy lips of his before stealing my own in a hot kiss. “Hey, girl.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, the sound breathless. “Hey, yourself.”
He looked over my shoulder at Jasper, and his grin increased in wattage. “Too late now, you fucker. She’s going to discover how much she likes my cock and leave your sorry ass.”
In response, Jasper dipped his head and sank his teeth into my neck. I yelped at the sharp bite of pain, though as soon as he smoothed his tongue over it, the sting melted into need. “Mine.”
Oh, I liked that. Just that one little word turned me on so hard, so hot that I bucked between both men.
“Easy.” Jackson kissed me again as Jasper threaded his arms through my own. He held me in place as Jackson began to move, pushing into my wetness again and again.
He fucked with more abandon than Jasper did, Jasper with his rigid control. Still, the combination of the two had me flying high, stretching toward another release that hovered just out of reach.
“May I come inside you?” Jackson asked me, but looked at Jasper. Behind me, I felt his body jerk, felt him thrust, his cock pushing up against me.
He liked that idea, liked the idea of Jackson losing himself inside of me, which meant there was only one answer.
“Do it.” I twisted around again to watch Jasper as Jackson’s pace increased, his thrusts coming shorter and harder. Those pale green eyes of Jasper’s locked onto mine, and it was that connection, knowing that this was turning him on, that sent me flying again, clenching around Jackson’s cock.
“Shit!” Jackson seated himself inside of me, and I felt the pulses as he lost himself—one, two, three. The smell of salt hit the air, and I pushed back against Jasper, rubbing myself against his cock.
“Cari.” He said my name as he, too, came. His face contorted as his liquid heat spilled over the small of my back, and when I felt that, I shuddered my way through a second, smaller wave, and then one more.
Through it all, I was anchored by the intensity in Jasper’s eyes. With him to hold me, I was not afraid.
…
I woke with a start, blinking at the neon numbers on the alarm clock that announced it was five a.m. My body immediately whined that it was sore, but in a delicious way. I stretched languidly, brushing against Jasper as I did.
Unlike me, he did not wake up slowly. Instantly alert, he reached for his phone, the ringing of which had woken us both. It reminded me of all that we’d come to Atlanta to forget, and I sat up, too, brushing the tangles of my hair from my face.
I listened as Jasper had a short, tense conversation with whoever was on the other end of the phone. I blinked, trying wake up fully, wondering at what point in the night Jackson had left.
Jasper hung up the phone, then pulled me to him to press a kiss to the top of my head.
“What is it?” I didn’t like the look on his face.”
“That was Margot. Someone trashed your room last night. Russ Daly was there, and now he is in the hospital. He was attacked.” Shock acted like ten cups of coffee, jolting me into alertness. “We have to leave right now. The sheriff needs to ask you some questions.”
