Christ. Beckett was now deep-throating him. Stars flashed in front of Lennox’s eyes, and his hips pistoned as he drilled Beckett’s hot mouth.
“Goddamn it, love,” he hissed at Jamie. “I don’t come until you do. Let me see it.”
Her gaze burned into him, thick with desire. She reached down and rubbed her clit, delicately at first, then faster, rubbing in tight circles as she sank down onto Beckett’s fingers.
“Len…” His name slipped out on a shaky breath. “I’m almost there.”
He cupped the back of Beckett’s head, stilling the man’s greedy pulls on his dick. The base of his spine was tingling. He was seconds away from losing control.
“Give her another finger,” Lennox ordered.
The answering male moan vibrated in Lennox’s cock, nearly sending him over the edge. He clenched his ass cheeks to stop the release, focusing instead on the hand between Jamie’s thighs. Beck’s fingers, three of them now. Slick from Jamie’s juices as they stretched her open and fucked her to an orgasm that made her shudder.
Her moan of abandon triggered Lennox’s release. He spilled into Beckett’s mouth in long, pulsing jets, while his gaze stayed locked with Jamie’s. While his heart pounded and his mind imploded, the pleasure so intense he could barely stay on his feet.
Jamie’s breathing was as shallow as his as she shook uncontrollably on Beckett’s lap. The other man groaned loudly and Lennox’s dick slid out of his mouth. “Coming,” Beckett choked out.
Lennox barely registered the man’s climax. With his own orgasm fading away, the realization of what he’d done crashed into him like a lead weight. He hastily tucked himself in his pants and zipped up, focusing his gaze anywhere but on Jamie. He sensed her watching him, though. Felt her confusion and uneasiness hanging in the air. Heard her unspoken questions.
But he had no answers for her. Just his own personal dose of agitation, and the awful suspicion that he’d screwed everything up.
Reese stopped in the middle of the sidewalk outside Beckett’s loft. “Got lots of complaints today,” she said with a frown. “My people say you’re riding them too hard.”
Neither Rylan nor Pike looked at all repentant, not that she’d expected them to be. Connor and his men were cold, ruthless pricks. Pike, in particular, but the description also extended to Rylan. The man used his killer grin and disarming southern drawl to fool everyone he met into believing he was harmless.
“Your people are weak.” Pike was curt and to the point.
“And all they do is whine,” Rylan added in annoyance. “You’d think they’ve never been knocked around before.”
“They haven’t,” she retorted. “They’re kids who’ve had their parents protecting them all their lives.”
“Lucky them.”
Rylan’s bitterness caught her off guard, because it was rare to see him lose the Mr. Charming act. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t know anything about his background except that he’d once trained army recruits. Connor wasn’t one to volunteer many details about his men.
“What about the older ones?” Pike mocked. “What’s their excuse? We had four no-shows today, and about twenty assholes crying about their sore muscles.”
She stifled a groan, but it was hard to suppress the wave of self-reproach that crested inside her. She’d been too easy on some of the newer arrivals and she knew it. When Jake was in charge, he’d been a total hard-ass, damn near tyrannical when it came to the outlaws he took under his protection. He’d trained them, pushed them, made sure they could wipe their own asses without requiring assistance.
Reese’s approach had been similar, at least at the beginning of her reign. Lately she’d been trying to ease up on her people. After a while it got tiresome knowing that everyone thought she was a raging bitch.
But damn it, she’d allowed them to get too soft.
Rylan narrowed his eyes when he noticed
“Goddamn it, love,” he hissed at Jamie. “I don’t come until you do. Let me see it.”
Her gaze burned into him, thick with desire. She reached down and rubbed her clit, delicately at first, then faster, rubbing in tight circles as she sank down onto Beckett’s fingers.
“Len…” His name slipped out on a shaky breath. “I’m almost there.”
He cupped the back of Beckett’s head, stilling the man’s greedy pulls on his dick. The base of his spine was tingling. He was seconds away from losing control.
“Give her another finger,” Lennox ordered.
The answering male moan vibrated in Lennox’s cock, nearly sending him over the edge. He clenched his ass cheeks to stop the release, focusing instead on the hand between Jamie’s thighs. Beck’s fingers, three of them now. Slick from Jamie’s juices as they stretched her open and fucked her to an orgasm that made her shudder.
Her moan of abandon triggered Lennox’s release. He spilled into Beckett’s mouth in long, pulsing jets, while his gaze stayed locked with Jamie’s. While his heart pounded and his mind imploded, the pleasure so intense he could barely stay on his feet.
Jamie’s breathing was as shallow as his as she shook uncontrollably on Beckett’s lap. The other man groaned loudly and Lennox’s dick slid out of his mouth. “Coming,” Beckett choked out.
Lennox barely registered the man’s climax. With his own orgasm fading away, the realization of what he’d done crashed into him like a lead weight. He hastily tucked himself in his pants and zipped up, focusing his gaze anywhere but on Jamie. He sensed her watching him, though. Felt her confusion and uneasiness hanging in the air. Heard her unspoken questions.
But he had no answers for her. Just his own personal dose of agitation, and the awful suspicion that he’d screwed everything up.
Reese stopped in the middle of the sidewalk outside Beckett’s loft. “Got lots of complaints today,” she said with a frown. “My people say you’re riding them too hard.”
Neither Rylan nor Pike looked at all repentant, not that she’d expected them to be. Connor and his men were cold, ruthless pricks. Pike, in particular, but the description also extended to Rylan. The man used his killer grin and disarming southern drawl to fool everyone he met into believing he was harmless.
“Your people are weak.” Pike was curt and to the point.
“And all they do is whine,” Rylan added in annoyance. “You’d think they’ve never been knocked around before.”
“They haven’t,” she retorted. “They’re kids who’ve had their parents protecting them all their lives.”
“Lucky them.”
Rylan’s bitterness caught her off guard, because it was rare to see him lose the Mr. Charming act. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn’t know anything about his background except that he’d once trained army recruits. Connor wasn’t one to volunteer many details about his men.
“What about the older ones?” Pike mocked. “What’s their excuse? We had four no-shows today, and about twenty assholes crying about their sore muscles.”
She stifled a groan, but it was hard to suppress the wave of self-reproach that crested inside her. She’d been too easy on some of the newer arrivals and she knew it. When Jake was in charge, he’d been a total hard-ass, damn near tyrannical when it came to the outlaws he took under his protection. He’d trained them, pushed them, made sure they could wipe their own asses without requiring assistance.
Reese’s approach had been similar, at least at the beginning of her reign. Lately she’d been trying to ease up on her people. After a while it got tiresome knowing that everyone thought she was a raging bitch.
But damn it, she’d allowed them to get too soft.
Rylan narrowed his eyes when he noticed
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