Chapter 25

Chapter

Twenty-Five

PATCH

A knife slid up the inside of my sweatshirt and split the fabric in two. I blinked a little stupidly at the gleaming blade then up at John's intent expression.

"You're cutting my shirt?" Granted, the answer was likely obvious, but I couldn't quite wrap my mind around it.

"I am," he said, almost agreeably. The cool steel of the blade's flat side teased a nipple before he sliced through my sports bra. The fabric peeled away almost effortlessly. I bit my lower lip as he seemed singularly focused on his task.

The air against my flushed skin made me shiver, more in anticipation than cold. The slices to the bra left it in several strips of fabric and my breasts bared. Then he dispensed with the sweatshirt similarly.

A blush spread over my skin at the smile on his lips. The possessive gleam in his honey brown eyes had me reaching for him. He didn't object to my hands on him, but he didn't abandon me for a moment. If anything, he spread his legs as he knelt over me and began to slice off my pants.

"I could just take them off," I told him, but his grunt in response made me laugh.

"I'm having fun…" He glanced up at me, then winked. "Since we bought you these clothes, I'll be more than happy to replace them. Or you can go naked, I'm not fussy."

"Oh… you're not?" I dared him. A slam of a cupboard in another part of the truck reminded me that we were hardly alone. As big a space as they'd created, it was hardly private.

Then the smooth side of the blade glided down my abdomen as he cut through my pants. "Don't worry about them," he told me, the metal seemed hot through my panties as he glided over the pubic mound to my thighs. "They don't mind." Then he pitched his voice louder. "You guys are good, right?"

My mouth fell open and I stared at him.

"Yes," Remy answered, his voice gliding through me like a caress all its own. Then he was just there glancing around the room divider. The very thin room divider. They were literally right there.

Blazing heat scorched my face and my skin. I was torn, I wanted to hide from the hunger in Remy's sweeping gaze. He didn't stare at me, but he also didn't avoid looking at me.

"Keep watch, yeah?" McQuade continued. "I'm going to be distracted for at least an hour."

Goosebumps raced over my skin.

"You can do better than that," Locke called. "Or is that your age talking?"

"I'll deal with him," Remy said before McQuade could respond, amusement tinging each word. Then he seemed to focus on me and when his gaze and mine collided, he held it for a long moment. His words from before whispered sensuously against my ear… Just know, that when you and I have sex, I really want you to enjoy that too. Maybe he heard it too because he nodded slowly. "Enjoy yourselves."

Then he was gone and my gaze riveted up to where McQuade watched me. The smile he wore softened everything about him, blurring away the harder edges. "Feel better?"

That seemed an odd description for what just happened but… "Yes," I said. "I never want to seem like…" How did I say this?

"That you're leaving them out?" McQuade suggested before he dipped his head and caught one of my nipples against his teeth. The hard suction was so sudden and unexpected, I arched my back and gasped. The sound escalated as he nibbled against the hardened tip, before stroking the cold blade over my too hot skin.

My thoughts scattered as a bolt of pure lust struck. It dragged from where his mouth connected with my breast and seemed to pull the liquid heat all the way from my core. Squeezing my thighs together, I writhed under the sensory overload of his caresses.

I didn't know what to focus on first. He abandoned the first nipple and the air was almost brutally cold. The skin pebbled even tighter and then he had the blade right there and I let out another cry as he sucked my neglected nipple into his mouth.

The cool steel was everywhere, like the heat of his mouth. He never slipped, never cut, but the stroke of it over my skin was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. He left my nipples to kiss a path to my throat and then his mouth fused with mine.

Fierce, nipping kisses, followed by a long, drugging one as his tongue dueled with mine. I could barely grasp one wave of sensation before he washed me in another. What the hell was he doing? I dragged my fingers down his denim clad thighs, trying to hold on.

His beard alternated between silky softness and rasping abrasion where he kissed me. Pleasure and pain, magnified by the way he ravaged me. Then that dangerous mouth moved down my chest, paying particular attention to my breasts, then my stomach.

When he reached my soaked panties, he killed me by rubbing his nose against them. "You smell fucking fantastic, Sugar Bear. All hot, and wet, and desperate…"

I fucking felt that way. I pushed up onto my elbows, and forced my eyes open to stare down at him. He rubbed his cheek against my abdomen and then down to my thigh before moving to the other thigh and coming back up.

There were little scrapes of red from his beard marking my skin. Everywhere he touched left me more desperate for him. My pants were gone, so were my shoes and my socks. All that was left were my panties.

When my gaze locked onto his, he began to smile and the gleam in those honey brown eyes backed all the air up in my lungs. He didn't look away as the blade slid under the fabric. The caress of steel was a sensual promise I wanted to pursue.

The slices were so clean, I didn't even hear them. Just one moment I had panties and the next they were gone. It left me bare to him. Not once did he look down, he held me captive with his eyes as he dipped his mouth.

One kiss above the pubic bone. Then another to where my thigh joined my hip, then the other side. All at once my thighs spread like a butterfly and he grinned.

"Ready?"

It was a dare and a request all at once. The earlier tears filmed my eyes all over again. He wanted me on board for every part of this.

Nowhere else I'd rather be.

I nodded slowly. "Ready."

Thought became action and he devastated me with a carnal kiss as he buried his face between my thighs. The beard was pure softness, tickling my skin. His tongue was all demand, as he lapped at me. The stroke from entrance to clit left my mind a buzz of competing emotions.

I fisted the blankets, trying to hold onto my sanity as he traced his teeth ever so lightly along the labia, then against my clit itself. It was like he pushed me for more and nothing kept me still.

The pressure was exquisite torment. A sob tore out of my throat. Then another cry. It was a battle to not pull away or grind against his face. He was ruthless in his hedonistic assault.

The tension pulled tighter and tighter. His hand clamped down on my hip, holding me in place as he sucked, nipped, and licked at me. I was twisting against the blankets when the first orgasm crashed into me.

I shuddered and sobbed through it. Part of me pleaded for him to stop and the rest of me wanted more. The pressure was unrelenting and then it spiraled me into another series of cries.

Riding those waves, I crashed to earth when he pulled back. In my blurred vision, his damp beard gleamed briefly before he reached behind him to drag off his shirt. Then his jeans were gone.

The heavy, red-veined cock thumped against his belly. It curved almost like a scimitar, the thick tip practically purple as it strained. I never thought of a dick as having personality, but the thickness and length were so perfectly him.

When I would have pushed myself upward, still shaking, McQuade shook his head. "No, Sugar Bear," he said in that low, rough growl of his. "You touch me, and I'm going to blow like some pimply faced teen confronted with his first pair of boobs."

That—image—stopped me cold and I was caught between wild laughter and the shuddering quakes still rocketing through my system. "Okay…" The word came out far more shaky than I liked.

He chuckled, low and decadent. "Just answer a couple of questions."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

"Can I flip you onto your stomach?"

Could he… well… "Yes?" It came out a question, but more because I wasn't sure why he was asking that. His grin was all teeth and feral. It had my cunt clenching in anticipation.

He didn't ask his second question before he gripped my hips in his big, callused hands and then flipped me onto my stomach. I got my hands under me as he dragged my hips back and then I got the answer to the question I hadn't really asked.

Excitement and impatience swirled through me as he teased his cock against my soaked cunt. A glide through my labia until the head bumped along my clit and then back again.

"Fuck, your ass is incredible." He palmed one cheek and gave it a hard squeeze. "I like having something to grip, Sugar Bear."

The words were utterly undoing all semblance of control I'd managed to regain after the cascade of orgasms.

"You had a second question?" Fuck, when did words get so damn hard.

"Yes," he said, then he bit my shoulder. It didn't sting so much as feel like a possession as he settled his teeth into the muscle. I closed my eyes. Like the knife earlier, and the way he'd rubbed his beard against me, he was marking me.

Would he carve something into my skin if I asked him to?

That image was heady as hell and came from the dark cavern inside of me where my memories seemed to hide. Did I want him to mark me more? Carve himself into my skin?

Even as I shied from that answer, I could hear myself sobbing and pleading earlier as he took me apart with pleasure.

Yes, I did want him. I wanted everything he would give me.

A hand landed against my ass, the slap hot and stinging. It forced a startled yelp out of me as tears sprang to my eyes, not from pain so much as surprise. He massaged the heat out and then he nipped my earlobe. His whole body curved over mine, a shelter and a shield. His cock throbbed between my legs and I was rocking against him, a slow, beckoning motion.

"You with me again, Sugar Bear?"

"Yes." Not a question this time. "Did I miss a question?"

His low, delighted chuckle would live in my head forever. "You did, but I'll ask it again."

I licked my lips, tilting my head back so I could see him from the corner of my eye. Heat radiated off of him, and I was burning up with a fever thanks to the way he traced his hands over me.

He touched me everywhere. His cock nestled between my legs. His chest against my back. His hand teased along my abdomen to my breasts. Lips teasing my ear, he stroked his free hand along my side. All caresses and kisses, and soothing motions and I moved, teasing his dick and myself.

"Ask," I said. "Please…" Because the man was driving me mad.

"Do you like to be watched?"

I heard the words, but my brain stuttered on the meaning. "What?"

"I know you watch us…" Another bite against my earlobe. "You always watch us and I love that you do."

A shudder rippled through my belly and I clenched my thighs, gripping his heavy cock as I rocked and he let out a groan of his own.

"But do you like to be watched?"

I didn't really have an answer to that. Maybe that was why my next words startled me. "If I know who is watching…"

Yes. That was true. I didn't try to overthink it or strain my mind.

"I think I would like it…if it were you or Justus or…"

"Me?" Remy asked and his accent wrapped around me like a new lover and I lifted my eyes to find him leaning against the divider. His arms were folded, but his eyes blazed with so much passion, it was like a fire racing across the room to consume me.

"Yes," I said, elongating the syllable as I sighed. "I would love to be watched by you."

John's hands firmed on my hips and then he filled me in one brutal stroke. His cock was huge, and it didn't seem to matter how soaking I was, it was an intrusion. The penetration took him deep and I forgot how to breathe.

My gaze fixed on Remy's as John hooked a hand around my throat. He wasn't strangling me, he was gripping me with one hand on my hip and the other on my neck and then he set a savage pace.

Every thrust struck deep, sending sparks through my system. It was like his mouth was on my clit all over again. Instead, he was all ferocious motion, a feral coupling that demanded everything from me. Each time he bottomed out, I whined a little more.

I didn't even recognize the sound of me. I was right on the edge when Remy abandoned the divider, and then he cupped my chin, keeping my gaze before he kissed me and swallowed my screams as John let go.

The hot jet of his release flooded inside of me. My inner walls fluttered and convulsed as I came again. What breath I had, Remy robbed me of and then he pulled back, licking his lips as he stared into me.

John still throbbed inside of me, hard and heavy. Remy looked at me like he could eat me alive. I could never have imagined this and I didn't want anything to puncture the moment.

The sweetest torment, suspended between the two of them. My body was bound to John's and my gaze to Remy's. I had no idea how long we existed in this moment, but I never wanted it to end.

Suddenly boneless, I collapsed and John moved with me and so did Remy as he knelt. My eyes were open and fixed on my beautifully dangerous assassin even as my wild and brutal mercenary held me like something so precious to him.

"Still with us?" Remy asked and I nodded slowly.

"I don't want to be anywhere else."

The trust I'd realized with Justus existed with Remy and John too. It had from the beginning, whether I'd been ready to accept it or not. Something dark and cold whispered from the back of my mind.

It wasn't all pretty. Hell had swallowed me before they'd come to find me.

But they had found me.

That was enough for me. No matter what else happened, they found me and we were together. I had no idea where this went or how this worked, but?—

"Hate to be a buzzkill," Locke said, sliding around the divider. "We've got movement."

The cold reality of what awaited us when we were done meant we had to finish the mission first. I closed my eyes, and extended a hand toward Locke. When he slid his palm over mine, and gripped my hand tight in his, I soaked up the connection with all of them.

"Okay…" I said, getting my breath control back. Interlude over, we had work to do. "Talk to me…"