Page 56 of Born to Scar

He kisses across my shoulders. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

My sweet, polite boy. What a treasure he is. “Pretty boy,” I croon, “do it.” I push back against him. He groans, fingering my ass with one, then a second finger. He presses in behind me. I tense but still push back.

“Baby girl, relax.” I do, forcing my body into submission. “Yes, just like that. Good girl.” He pushes in, and I press back. I keep going until I feel his hips on my ass. Jay stops moving under me.

“You good?”

I moan, rolling my hips, forcing them to fuck me. They chuckle, and just like that, I’m theirs to control. Theirs to use. They find their rhythm sharing thrusts. My orgasm mounts so high that when Cam’s finger glides over my clit, I catapult over the edge again.

“Fuck, fuck,” Cam whispers, falling over the edge with me. “Indy, you did so good,” he groans, pumping his cum into me, kissing across my shoulders.

“Fuck,” Jay whimpers. He only whimpers when he is really turned on. “Your fat dick…I can feel it in her. Fuck.” Jay comes with a drawn-out groan. “Is that what you always feel, Cam? Fuck me.”

Cam nods in the crook of my neck, sucking my skin.

As we catch our breath, I ask, “So…did you get what you were looking for?”

They groan, and I chuckle.

CHAPTER 24

JARED

“Cam?” I sigh, “is that a good idea?”

“Look, I need to do something. He can help. At the very least, we get some background on him.”

I nod. What else can I do? I can’t stop him, and I know he feels like there’s something he can do about Indy’s father. But he needs to be careful. As much as I want the motherfucker dead, if he leaves her alone, it’s a non-issue. I only feel this way because he’s a cop and shit can go sideways quickly. The question is, will he?

Cam won’t let it go. It’s not in him to let something like this fly. He’s a fixer, and every fiber in his soul is urging him to fix this.

“Be careful.”

“Always.” He jerks my head by the nape of my neck, pressing his lips into mine before leaving. We share my office at home when he’s here, but it’s becoming an issue now that he’s trying to work from here more.

I’m a fully remote employee, and I need this space for myself. We need a bigger place for the four of us. Three bedrooms are just not enough anymore. Not to mention the garage space. Shaking my head, I return to my work. Indy and Mik are still asleep. She has to work tonight, so she’ll sleep later into the morning.

I have my headphones on when I feel her gaze on the back of my head. I can always tell when she’s watching me. She likes watching us, even doing the most boring things, like working. She’ll sit and watch. My desk faces the wall with my back to the door, but I know she’s there. I pull the headphone off my ear.

“I can feel you, sweet girl.” I swivel my chair around, and my eyes find hers. She’s smiling from the entryway. I nod for her to come.

She stands in front of me and runs her finger over my jaw. My eyes flutter shut as I lean into her touch. Pulling her into my lap, I lean in, so my lips find hers. I miss her. I love Cam, but we get a lot of time together. Indy and I don’t get as much, and they get virtually no alone time together.

“I miss you, sweet girl,” I murmur on her lips.

“I know. I miss you, too,” she whispers. She pushes off to stand, but I lock her in. She never stays long when she visits. “I just came to say hi,” she says, trying to wiggle out of my hold.

She stops when she feels me stiff under my jeans, quirking her eyebrow. “I really miss you,” I groan, pushing her down on my lap.

“You’re working, Jay.”

“And when I’m done, you’ll be working.” I press my hips up again. “Please.”

“How can I say no to such a polite, good boy?” she croons, grinding down on me.

Then my Teams rings. The awful, makes me want to pull a trigger sound blares through my headphones. I drop my head back with a growl, turning to my screens to see who it is. “Fuck, I have to take this.” She tries to leave again, but I push her back down. “Stay quiet,” I whisper in her ear before answering the call, leaving my camera off.

She’s not a quiet girl, so I’m taking a chance here. I slide my hands up her thighs, and she gives me a look of warning, squeezing her thighs together. I answer a question about the current work I’m doing, sliding my fingers further up. Forcing my hand between her locked legs, my fingers glide over her panties.