Page 114 of Remnants
She nods, doing exactly as directed so she’s straddling him. He watches her, completely enamored by our goddess, as she sinks over him. Aiden’s eyes shutter. Close. That’s about as much as he can handle restraining his control-freak tendencies because his eyes snap open, and he grabs her hips, driving his cock into her with unrelenting force. Raegan’s head falls back, eyes closed, and mouth open on a voiceless moan.
Grabbing the lube, I squeeze the bottle over her lower back, guidingit to her other hole and circling the entrance. I add more. And more. Then, push the excess inside.
“Oh, fuck!”
I keep working the lube into her hole, spreading it around, pushing deeper once her body accepts it until I’m two fingers deep in her ass. I scissor my fingers, stretching her hole and then pushing them in and out. “I’m taking this next time,” I breathe against the shell of her ear.
She convulses, her body stuttering out of rhythm, but Aiden holds her still as he keeps going until he drags her down his shaft one final time. Raegan collapses against him, panting for air.
I give her a short break, washing my hands before I return, bending where she’s resting her face on Aiden’s shoulder. “Can you handle one more, little one?”
She pushes herself up, nodding emphatically even as Aiden protests. “Yeah.”
Smiling, I help her on the bed.
“Wait.” Aiden fixes his sweatpants and goes to the bathroom, reappearing with lacy underwear.
I’m busy fixing the pillows and positioning her where I want her when he holds the tiny thing with more gaping holes than lace out to Raegan. “Give me your legs,” he commands. It isn’t until both feet are through and he’s tugging it up for her that I see what it is.
Crotchless, vibrating underwear.
I test it out, dragging my dick through her folds as I hold her back to my front by her throat and hips. I’m pleased to find that it doesn’t interfere, her and Aiden’s cum coating my shaft. The buzz of thevibrator travels through her, tingling my dick when I get close.
I notch at her entrance, meeting Aiden’s gaze before I take her. He grabs the back of her head and crashes his lips to hers at the same time as I push inside. He swallows her groan, locking it in her throat where I can still feel it.
My fingers twitch over her neck, tightening as I move mercilessly to purge the pent-up frustration, shame, and anger. Aiden’s still kissing her, still toying with the varying pulses of the vibrator as her body quakes, trapped between the two of us.
It’s a good look.
Her pussy quivers like a flickering of pressure to warn me she’s close. I tell Aiden as much, and he breaks their kiss to hold her chin. “Look at me when you come on his cock.”
Raegan screams, her body stiffening in an instant and choking my dick. It spurs my orgasm, ropes of cum spurting into her and leaking down my balls.
Before I can catch my breath, Aiden’s peeling Raegan from me and cradling her. “Wash off before you get any of that on my sheets.”
My laugh comes out as a huff, too tired for anything more before I follow them to the bathroom. I help him wash Raegan first, and then we take turns holding her and washing ourselves. She’s in a daze, tired and dick-drunk, and curls into my chest while Aiden finishes.
We sandwich her under the sheets, each of us with an arm or hand on her while I bury my face in her hair, kissing her shoulder and falling asleep to her intoxicating scent.
Chapter thirty-one
Raegan
Aiden’sgonebythetime I wake. The sheets and a blanket are tucked tightly around me where he’d been, and I hold them to my nose, breathing in the lingering cinnamon scent.
Jack chuckles against my hair, tracing his fingers in an intricate pattern on my thigh beneath the covers. “Miss him already?”
Humming softly, I lean further into him. “He’s always so busy. We never get moments like this.” He says nothing, so I continue, “I wish I knew how I could help. What to do so he can have a break.”
“It’ll settle after GE’s gone.”
“Unless we’re going after them tomorrow, that doesn’t help him now. What should I do?”
“Train. Stay here. Stay safe.”
Releasing a short huff, I turn in his arms and frown at the knowing smile there. Even though he knows what I’m going to say, I say it anyway. “I was hoping for something more productive than that.” He arches a brow, and I guess training with my giftisconsidered productive. “I feel like I’ve already come so far with mygift. It doesn’t…hurt like it used to.”
“You’ve stopped fighting it.”
