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Dax and I jumped to it, falling into the frantic rhythm immediately.

My focus only lasted a few minutes before the guys stripped off their jackets and overcoats and the moment they did, my brain lagged. Drenched T-shirts clung tightly to heavy muscle, outlining every contour of their chests and backs. In the cramped, humid space of the basement, bare skin collided with cold, rain-slicked hardwood as bodies slid together to pass equipment.

I could feel myself heating up despite the freezing temperature of the water. Maybe it was that lapse of stupidity that distracted me enough to catch my foot on the slick, exposed lip of the subfloor plywood. I tilted backwards, a startled yelp escaping me. I would’ve crashed hard onto the hard concrete if not for Bear’s arm that hooked my waist and violently stopped my momentum.

“Watch yourself,” he grunted against my ear. His chest was heaving, but there was genuine, raw worry in his expression.

We stared at each other for a beat, our wet bodies finding instant heat wrapped up together amidst the chaos. Suddenly, the unspoken tension snapped. Bear kissed me twice. The first was chaste, more a reflex than anything else but the second stopped the rest of the room in its tracks.

My arms twined around his neck as he deepened the kiss and the arm around my waist pulled me flush against his wet chest. When we pulled apart, we were both panting. Sy was standing nearby, watching with a longing look on his face and I immediately grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him towards me. I dragged him down by the back of the neck for another makeout session.

“What the fuck.”

I broke the kiss, breathless, and turned my head. Dax was staring at the three of us in pure, unadulterated shock, the shop vac nozzle still dripping in his hand.

“I guess I clearly missed out on something when I was in lock-up,” he muttered.

I grinned at him through my tangled, damp hair. Taking a step closer, I let my hands slide slowly up his tensed arms. I stood on tip toe and leaned into his ear, my breath brushing against his skin. “Guess this is the perfect time to make up for it.”

If he had any qualms about that, they were out the door the instant I looped my fingers in the collar of his shirt and pulled his mouth down in a passionate, territorial kiss of our own.

27

Dax

The last time I’d had sex with Lane, we didn’t kiss.

Out of all the mind-numbing pleasure, that was the one thing I remembered most of all and I avoided it on purpose. Kissing her, especially on the heels of my great screw-up earlier that night just felt too close to an apology. I didn’t think I deserved forgiveness so I didn’t bother asking for it.

But that wasn’t the case right now.

Seeing her rush to back me up after I called her last night ignited a spark in me, made me feel something other than disdain for myself. If someone like Lane was willing to give me a chance then maybe I wasn’t so far past forgiveness after all.

And for that I had to thank her properly. I tucked my thumb and forefinger under her chin, tilted her head up as I ran my tongue across her bottom lip. She opened up for me immediately and tightened the fists she had balled into the front of my shirt.

We made out until we were both breathless and then Bear’s hands slithered over her hips and pulled her back. My own chest was heaving now.

“Oh, Lane, you’re absolutely perfect when you’re greedy, you know that?” Bear muttered, biting down onto the shell of her ear. Her eyes fluttered shut and she started squirming against him. “And you’re so sexy when you just take what you want from us. But I think this time, we get to decide what to do with you. What do you say?”

Lane shivered in his arms, which was as loud an answer as any. Bear nodded at Sy and me and a wordless arrangement slotted in place between the three of us. We were going to drive Lane Whittaker out of her mind with pleasure.

Bear started kissing the back of her neck and worked his way down her body while Sy commandeered her front, kissing her throat and moving down. I took the opportunity to steal more kisses from her mouth, suddenly drunk off the taste of her. I felt like an addict, and now that I’d gotten another taste, I couldn’t stop.

My hands moved to her chest and the stiff little peaks of her tits where her nipples had pebbled through her bra. I sucked them through the material, and the sounds Lane made were intoxicating. When her body jumped, I looked down and saw that they were eating her out from both sides. Lane’s hips thrust back and forth between them and watching her chase her own pleasure like this had me bricked up in a second. I gripped her jaw and let my mouth rest just below her ear. “Do you like what they’re doing to you?” I asked sweetly.

Lane bit her lip and made an attempt to hide her moans but that wasn’t going to fly. I needed to hear them. I pinched a nipple and her mouth dropped open with a gasp and then a moan.

“It’s my turn to ask the questions now, Whittaker,” I mumbled.

She glared at me, her green eyes stormy with annoyance and arousal. I liked that she didn’t seem capable of picking just one. I tilted my head, giving a fake pout. “Are you gonna answer?”

When she still wouldn’t comply, I rolled both of her nipples between my fingers and she arched her back, her breathing deepening. She was close, I could read the signs of her body.

“Yes,” she finally gave in. “Yes, I like what they’re doing to me.”

“Now wasn’t that so easy to admit?” I teased.

“Fuck you, Miller.”