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Then somebody laughs.
Havoc, obviously.
“We should move this,” he says.
I lift my head slowly. “Move what.”
He and Knox exchange a look over my shoulder.
Vale’s arm tightens around my waist.
And suddenly the floor is gone.
I yelp as someone lifts me, solid hands under my thighs, another at my back, and the last thing I see before I bury my facein wet skin and start laughing despite myself is Havoc grinning and saying, “Things. We’re moving things to the bedroom.”
Chapter 32
Vale
By the timewe make it to the bed, none of us is pretending this is about getting dry.
We lay Lena down in the middle of the mattress and just look at her for a second.
Hair damp. Skin still shining from the shower. Mouth swollen from all the kissing. Breasts flushed from our hands and mouths. Legs parting a little on instinct, like her body already knows what’s coming even if no one has said it yet.
Havoc is the first to touch her. He kneels over her and kisses her hard, one hand sliding into her wet hair, the other dragging down over her throat, her collarbone, the slope of one breast. Knox moves in beside him, slower, quieter, pressing kisses along her shoulder and down her arm while I take my place lower on the bed and put my hands on her thighs.
Lena looks from one of us to the other and then down at me, and the expression on her face is so open, so hot and ruined and wanting, that my cock jerks painfully.
“Still good?” Knox asks.
She nods.
“Use words,” Havoc murmurs against her mouth.
“Yes,” she says, breathless already. “Still good.”
That’s all any of us needs.
I push her knees farther apart and kiss the inside of one thigh. Slow at first. Then the other. Just enough to feel her twitch, to watch the gooseflesh rise over her wet skin. Knox’s mouth moves down to one breast, closing over her nipple while Havoc kisses her throat and jaw, and I’m down between her legs before she has time to get used to any one sensation.
The first lick gets a full-body shudder out of her, and I smile against her.
I eat her out slowly, not because I’m trying to be gentle, but because I want to hear every stage of her losing it. Her breathing changing first. Then the small sounds. Then the way her thighs start to tighten near my ears. Knox sucks one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers. Havoc’s hand slides down over her stomach and rests there, like he’s enjoying the way she shakes under all of us.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
Havoc laughs softly. “That’s a good start.”
I lick her deeper and she arches, one hand dropping to the back of my head. Not pushing. Just holding on. Her fingers twist in my wet hair when I get my tongue exactly where she wants it, and Knox groans around her nipple at the same time she moans.
That sound, all mixed together, nearly makes me come untouched.
Havoc slides lower then, taking Knox’s place at her breasts, mouthing one nipple, then the other, rougher than I was. He likes the marks he leaves. Likes the way she gasps when his teeth just barely scrape before his tongue soothes it.
Knox comes down beside me, catches my jaw with two fingers, and tilts my mouth away from her just long enough to kiss me.
Lena makes a broken sound at the loss.
