Page 7 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
It’s impossible to miss the bandages on his body, the tubes in his arm. I swallow hard, but push aside the fear. He’s alive, he’s here, and we have a red-blooded woman who’s more than willing to satisfy us both.
“I don’t mind the clothes,” she purrs, leaning forward to kiss the side of Colt’s neck. “Easy access.”
Colt puts his hands on her hips, pushing her torn, white nursing uniform up and over the generous curve of her ass.
“Easy access is right,” he says as I approach the bed, wondering how strong this damn thing is, and if it can hold my weight, too. I want a repeat of that moment in the church, me and Colt and Natalia.
I liked that.
Natalia kisses his throat, sucking and leaving lipstick-red hickeys in her wake.
“I’m checking his pulse, doctor,” she whispers, glancing back at me from behind a sea of chestnut brown hair. “What should I do next?”
My breath leaves in a rush, and I reach down to rub my cock through my pants.
“Maybe you should check his temperature?” I ask, cocking a brow. “If you put his cock inside of you, that should give you a good read on his heat.”
“You think so?” Natalia teases, lifting her ass up and pushing her wet lips—not the ones on her face—against Colt’s shaft. She rubs back and forth as his head falls back into the pillows, lips parted in a low, desperate groan.
I step forward and grab her hips, slowing her movements.
“I’m the doctor; you should damn well do what I say,” I growl out, struggling to control myself. I want nothing more than to climb on this bed and double team this girl with my friend. At the same time, I feel like I need to savor the moment. Could be awhile before we get another chance to be together.
But at least she’s on the team.
She’s on the team, and that gives me time to sort through whatever weird feelings I’m having.
“Right here.” I push her hips down, the tip of Colt’s cock teasing her soaking wet opening. The muscles in my arms tense, and I push down hard, spearing Natalia on my best friend’s dick. They both moan in unison, their mouths finding one another, smearing Colt’s face with red.
The bright red color is an awful reminder of the blood that covered his body after the Hummer rolled.
I unbutton my pants and shove them down my hips, climbing onto the bed and wrapping Natalia’s hair around my fist, yanking her head to the side. My own lips find her neck, tasting the rapid throbbing of her pulse. She groans, her hips moving up and down on Colt’s shaft, her nails digging into the fabric of his hospital gown.
My own hands slide up her sides, taking in her curves with greedy, desperate need. When I cup her breasts, she tosses her hair back in a sweet-smelling wave.
“Doctor, I don’t think I’m reading his temperature right,” she whispers, voice rough with her own need. “Do you think you could help me?”
“Do you think you can handle it?” I growl out, stroking my hand down my cock. “I’d have to put my dick in the same hole for it to work.”
“We wouldn’t want anything to happen to Colt because we didn’t take good care of him,” she pants, looking back at me with big, brown eyes.
That’s what really does me in, not the nursing uniform, or the perfume, but those eyes. Those goddamn eyes.
I spit on my hand, stroking the moisture across my cock, and then using the bit of pre-cum at the tip for some extra lubricant. When I push the tip of my dick against her opening, she whimpers and wiggles back against me for more. It’s a tight fit, so I go slow, keeping one of my hands on Natalia’s hips to keep her still while I try to fit myself in beside Colt.
It’s such a tight fucking fit, but it feels so damn good. Based on the way she’s moaning and writhing, on the way Colt’s eyes are shut tight, I’m guessing they share the same sentiment.
With a grunt, I push myself in the rest of the way, the three of us locked together in a dirty dance. It’s up to me to determine the pace, the rhythm. It’s slow-going, but the pleasure is exquisite, spiraling through me like a storm.
I’m not going to last long.
“I’m gonna come,” Colt moans, reaching up to tear the rest of the buttons on Natalia’s borrowed dress. He palms her heavy breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She whimpers and pushes back against me as I reach around for her clit, finding the small, pink nub swollen and stiff. Using Natalia’s own juices as lube, I rub her in lazy circles, my hips bucking against her ass.
