"Saint," I moaned, "let me ride you."
His rhythm faltered, and his breathing spiked. I thought for a second he would refuse, but then he pulled out and moved to sit on the edge of the mattress.
Grinning my victory, I scrambled into his lap and sank down onto his slick shaft. My knees met the bed on either side of his hips, his jeans were barely even pulled down to mid-thigh, and my arms looped around his neck.
"Say it," he demanded, his fingers tangling in the back of my hair. I loved how he did that. It was one of his favorite things to do when we kissed, and it never failed to soak my panties, no matter what situation we were in.
I grinned, running my tongue over my lower lip as I clenched my pelvic floor and rocked my hips. "You first," I replied.
His dark eyes glittered at my defiance, but I knew I was getting my way. This time. His teeth scraped over my jaw, then nipped at my earlobe before he uttered some of the sweetest words on earth.
"I fucking love you, Red."
A deep shiver ran through me at the deep rumble of his confession in my ear, and I damn near came right then and there. He wasn't letting me off the hook so easily, though. Apparently, him trusting me to kill him without actually killing him meant that I wasn't allowed to gatekeep my own feelings anymore.
"Red..." he growled, his fingers releasing my hair and wrapping around my throat instead. "Anything you want to say?"
I tilted my head back, meeting his eyes as I rocked against him, feeling the sweet ache of his thickness buried deep within me. "I love you too, Saint," I whispered, then crashed my lips into his for one of those soul-deep kisses he was so damn good at giving.
It was only a couple of moments before I got restless and started fucking him properly, rising and falling with my fingers gripping his shoulders and his teeth nipping the flesh of my throat. His hand gripped my bare breast, his fingers playing rough with my aching nipple until I thought I was about to explode.
The bedroom door crashed open, and I flinched slightly in shock.
"Are you fucking serious, Dare?" Zed roared, meeting my eyes with blazing fury.
I couldn't help myself. I smirked back at him. "I'm seriously fucking, yeah."
Cass kissed the side of my neck, his choppy breath the only hint that he was all kinds of amused. "Tease," he whispered against my damp skin.
"Dare—" Zed exclaimed, but his anger was drastically undermined by the heated way his eyes ran down my naked body and the way his breath hitched.
"Zed," I replied, sarcastic as hell. "Can this conversation wait until after I come? I was right there when you interrupted."
His jaw dropped. I could only assume it was at my audacity, but what the fuck did he expect? No way in hell was I letting him bust in here and ruin my orgasm. I'd had a rough day, and I deserved to get my rocks off, dammit.
With a shrug, I dismissed him from my mind and sealed my lips back against Cass's as I started riding him once more. I wasn't joking either, I’d been within sight of my climax when Zed had busted in, and now I needed to chase it down all over again.
Surprisingly, it hadn't gone far. Zed's presence wasn't even slightly cooling the bonfire of arousal inside me. Hell, if anything, he was just stoking the flames hotter.
"Fuck this," my friend muttered, and I assumed he was leaving. So imagine my shock when he grabbed a handful of my hair and wrenched my lips away from Cass. I barely had enough time to gasp before Zed crashed his mouth against mine, his tongue sweeping into my mouth and stealing the kiss.
A small squeak of shock and protest escaped when he released my lips a moment. But then he was kissing me again, and this time I was helpless to do anything but kiss him back.
Cass gripped my hip, shifting his position and taking over the work, thrusting up into my soaking pussy as Zed kissed me dizzy with one hand in my hair and the other cupping my face.
But then Zed released my face and put that hand to much, much better use.
"Oh fuck," I gasped against his mouth when his fingers found my throbbing clit. My whole body was coiled so fucking tight I was positive I was going to snap any second. Zed was playing with me, though, circling around my clit, teasing me, and driving me wild. It wasn't until I was trembling and my breath coming in short, sharp gasps that he finally gave me what I so desperately craved.
His index and middle fingers pinched my clit, and I shattered. Zed continued kissing me, swallowing my screams, and Cass fucked me even harder as my cunt tightened and spasmed around his cock. A second later, Cass joined me in climax, his hot seed pumping into me with a few hard strokes as I shuddered and moaned, my lips still against Zed's.
He kissed me once more, then straightened up and held my gaze unblinking as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them.
"Dinner's ready," he announced in a rough voice, his cheeks flushed and his pants tight. "I think we're all overdue for an honest conversation, don't you?"
I swallowed hard, words failing me. But he didn't need my response. He just gave me a knowing look and exited the room.
What the fuck just happened?
"That..." Cass murmured, kissing my throat. "Was hotter than I’d anticipated. Looks like Zed is done with sitting on the sidelines."
I gave him a startled look, then quickly realized he was dead right. Zed was done waiting for me to come to him, and that could only spell disaster for our friendship. Groaning in frustration, I rested my forehead on Cass's shoulder. He still wore his T-shirt, it being too difficult to undress with a sling on, but I was stark naked.
"Fucking hell," I cursed, then raised my head to meet his eyes. "It was hot, though. Jesus, I'm screwed."
Cass huffed a short laugh. "Literally. I reckon Zed could wait a couple of minutes if you want help in the shower." The tiny curve to his lips was pure mischief, and I could practically see his intention painted across his ruggedly handsome face.
Rolling my eyes, I climbed off his lap and snatched my robe from the back of the door. "And I thought Lucas had stamina," I muttered, then threw him a look over my shoulder. "Coming?"
He couldn't fuck me in the shower, not with his arm incapacitated. But we were nothing if not imaginative, and Cass did love to show off his tongue skills.
5
Zed and Lucas were both waiting for us at the dining table when we eventually came downstairs, and the look Zed gave me almost made me trip. It was pure, unfiltered desire, and I needed to swallow hard to shake away the so-recent sensations of his lips against mine and his fingers between my legs.
"Shit, you look rough, grandpa," Lucas told Cass with a grin. "Aren't you supposed to be resting or some shit?"
Cass scowled over at Lucas. "You're one to fucking talk, Gumdrop. I took a bullet to the shoulder; you got stabbed in the chest, beaten, and branded. I don't recall you resting for long either."
Lucas smirked. "Touché."
"Sit the fuck down," Zed grumbled. "Food is already getting cold."
Cass took the seat beside Lucas, which left me to sit beside Zed. I took my seat gingerly, my butt cheek still burning from Cass's handprint. But if I was being totally truthful, I was also feeling all kinds of awkward. Yes, Zed had made his intentions clear and we'd kissed before, but this... this felt different. Way more intimate. Which, I guess, made sense seeing as he'd just made me come on another guy's dick.