Page 65 of Altered By Lead (Undercover Sinners 2)
West smirks and saunters over to me anyway, cupping my chin in one hand and then leaning down to capture my lips with an almost infuriatingly gentle kiss. “Maybe you didn’t invite me, but Natalia … if she played her cards right, she might just get me to stay.” Big puppy dog eyes do their trick and he softens up almost instantly. When I turn those same eyes to Mace, ehh, it takes a bit of eyelash batting to get him to relax.
"We're a team, right?" I say, because we're supposed to be. I don't know much about the Blackbirch Company, but they're just the ones cutting the checks. This group, it's supposed to function like a family ... or something. "And besides, even though I know I shouldn't be, I'm invested."
"Invested, like how?" Weston asks, lifting up a single pierced brow.
My skin feels suddenly hot and achy, like I'm trapped inside it. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything at all? And yet, that feeling of possession from last night is there. Knowing that the guys were holding back to protect me, because of Portia, because she was too involved ... that changes things. Well, you know, everyone except for Arsen, but he's graded on a different rubric. You can't fix crazy.
"I ..." The word mine flickers through my brain, but how am I supposed to bring that up without sounding like a complete crazy person? Jesus, Natalia, get those ovaries in check. "Never mind. We should probably just get ready before—"
"You're kidding, right?" West says, moving close enough to the bed that his legs press up against the mattress. "No way you get to tease us with that shit and then hold back." He reaches out to ruffle up my sex-mussed hair, and I slap his hand away. Unfortunately, Mace also seems to have homed in on my half-assed statement.
"Explain," he grumbles, and one of his big hands lands on my thigh, warmth sliding up to the place that wants it most. My body shivers and I close my eyes against the sudden need. "We won't judge." I give him a look that he returns with a stony-faced stare of his own. "We murder for a living. There's no pedestal here."
Weston exhales a sharp breath and then steps back to close and lock the door. If Hawke comes up and finds his door locked, with me screwing two other dudes in his bed, I imagine I'll get another spanking or two. My ass stings as I adjust myself on his super soft mattress (seriously, what sort of dick leaves 'his' girl to fend for herself on a gross, lumpy old mattress while luxuriating on this thing?!).
"All I meant was that I feel like this team belongs to me. But, you know, in a different way than it does Hawke." I sit up on my knees and then swing my leg over Mace's muscular thighs, straddling him but just barely teasing him with the hot wetness between my legs. "You boys are, in a sense, mine. Sexually, speaking."
"We're yours?" Mace asks, a bit of a skeptical note in his voice. I quickly crush it by sliding my cunt along the thick, hard length of him. He truly has the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life, and I can't get enough of it.
"That's right. Did you know female cats claim a harem of males, and that she's called the queen of her little group? If any other females try to invade their territory, she attacks them."
"So you're a pussy expert now?" West asks, shedding his shirt and revealing the bronze perfection of his skin. There's only one lamp on right now, leaving the room with a dim golden glow and plenty of shadows. The curtains are actually open, but it's too dark outside for the windows to provide much light.
"I was born with one. And I've used it plenty. Trust me: I know far more about it than you do." I flick my hair over my shoulder, raise up on my knees, and reach between my legs for Mace's impressive erection. Our eyes meet as I guide him to my opening and then sink down, letting him fill up my aching cunt inch by inch. I'm a bit sore from last night, but I also feel like my sleeping libido was woken by Hawke and his stupid, tender first-aid on my knees.
With a groan, I sink down, putting my hands on Mace's massive shoulders, and then giving Weston a come-hither sort of a look. He doesn't waste a single moment in tearing off his shirt and climbing onto the bed.
The slither of his belt leaving his pant loops gives me serious chills, and I find myself rocking up and down on Mace's cock to satisfy the ache in my lower belly.
