Page 60 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
"Sometimes people confess their love," I snap back, standing up off the bed and moving over to pause in front of Mace. He's huge, like four or five times my size, and I'll admit: that turns me on like crazy. I reach up and put my small hands on his chest, shivering when he wraps his big ones over them, enveloping me in heat. "That's what Hawke just did, by the way, basically admitted his love for me."
"Not even close," Hawke says, but his voice is still low, the perfect pitch for sumptuous sheets and stolen kisses and seductive things.
"Mm," Mace rumbles, smoothing some loose hair back from my face. I love how he looks at me like I'm everything he's ever wanted, even when it's obvious I've been with another man. But it's not really like that here, is it? These guys are a team, a team that I'm supposed to be a part of. "If you've broken our leader enough that he can admit his feelings instead of swallowing them, then I have to admit: I'm impressed."
"Broken?" Hawke echoes, clearly annoyed, but Mace is already walking me back toward the bed, his powerful movements making my heart thunder.
As soon as I hit the edge of the mattress with my thighs, Mace is cupping the side of my face and tilting my head up for a kiss. His mouth is hot when it finds mine, his tongue relentless. He takes me without shame, without worry about the other man in the room with us. There's a possessiveness to his touch that I like, and a broken hesitancy that makes me shake. He's been waiting for this for months, while we slept in separate rooms and trained under the same roof. I don't know how the other guys felt about holding back, but the way Mace holds me, kisses, I feel like it wasn't exactly his idea.
He lifts his head to look up at Hawke.
"He's just declared me to be his girl," I say, looking between Mace and Hawke. "But do you think he'll share?"
Hawke and Mace share a long, studying look, some primal male bullshit ritual occurring between them. Mace is the closest person in the group that Hawke has to a friend, so finally, he relents with a slight nod of his chin and Mace grins.
When he looks back at me, I can see my beautiful destruction written all over his face.
"So, Talia," he murmurs as he glances in the direction of the toy chest, "are you going to pick out any goodies for us to use? Or would you prefer to start with the basics?" Mace reaches down to unbutton his jeans, and my breath catches. There must be something on my face that Mace notices because his mouth tilts to one side in a sardonic little smile. "Hawke bought them all for you, you know."
"Mace, you're out of line," Hawke warns, but his attitude doesn't stop me from moving over to the dresser and reaching out to run my fingers across the array of items. There are some tame pieces—like a vibrating cock ring, flavored lube, and a pink dildo—but there are a few naughty bits, too. I pick up the priest robe folded on the edge of the dresser and turn, tossing it to Mace. He catches it easily in his big hands and gives me a questioning sort of look as I snatch a rosary and throw it over Hawke's neck.
"The naughty Catholic girl inside of me liked it when she thought you were priests," I murmur, and Hawke smirks. They weren't the most believable of holy men, that's for sure. I would've believed they were Satanic worshippers before I'd believe they were men of god. But that's okay. They're fucked up; so am I.
I take a leather paddle off the dresser and give Hawke a saucy look.
"You sure think highly of yourself, buying all this stuff for me without ever knowing if I'd fuck you again."
"Oh, I knew it," Hawke says, wrapping his hand around his cock again and using a bit of pre-ejac as lube. "No doubt in my fucking mind."
"Really?" I ask, slapping my own palm with the leather paddle. The feel and sound of it smacking across my skin makes me shiver. Do I want it on my ass? You bet I do. But I'm not about to bend over—metaphorically or literally—just yet. "How about this? If you bend over and let me spank you both, I'll let you do whatever you want to me."
"Fat chance of that happening," Hawke says with a haughty little laugh. I turn and smack the paddle again as Mace takes off his clothes, his huge cock pulsing with need, desperate for my tight little cunt. Too bad, it's not happening without a little reparation.
"No spanking, no sex," I say, knowing that neither of these guys is into non-con. If they were, I'd shoot them both in their sleep. "Bend the fuck over."
