Chapter Fifty-One

Mallory

“When do you have to be back by?”

“Whenever I want. Captain knows I’ve damn well earned an extended lunch break.” A mischievous smirk pulls at the corner of Nox’s mouth as he hops down from the tailgate. He bags up all of our garbage and puts it in the cab of his truck. We left my car at the police station because Nox was the one who knew the way to this little piece of heaven. I can hear him shuffling around but I’m too entranced by this new spot to worry about what he’s doing. It’s not as far away as the place he first took me to with the dock, but it’s just as serene. A small brook trickles through the clearing in the dense wooded forest. A speckling of wild flowers cover the ground as the chirping of birds carries on the breeze. It’s beautiful and relaxing. My legs hang off the side of the truck as I lay back and close my eyes, breathing in the late summer air and basking in the warmth of the sun’s rays. The clouds have finally broken up enough to let the late afternoon light through. I wish we could stay here in our little bubble for the rest of the day. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this man. Correction, I know I won’t.

We caught up on the drive here. It wasn’t far, but long enough for me to tell him about my week and him to tell me I’m a genius for catching the detail with the initials. Pride bloomed within me at his praise, but it’s such a foreign feeling I don’t know how to accept it without downplaying it.

A clanking sound pulls me back to the present. I slowly open my eyes, not wanting to be blinded by the sun. A shadow blocks out the light as my wrists are grabbed and I’m dragged up into the box of the truck. I shriek in surprise and a dark laugh echoes around me as handcuffs click tight around my wrists. Before I can even register what’s happening, my legs are pushed apart and Nox’s lips land against mine. My thighs cradle his hips as his hard body looms over me. The kiss is aggressive and demanding and over much too soon. I chance a look behind me and see that two sets of cuffs are enclosed around a metal anchor point on the side of the truck bed. I’m at his mercy and I don’t think I’ve ever been filled with more anticipation. The only other time I was restrained was with Ghost. Would they be into sharing me while tied up like this? The thought makes my pussy drip with want. What the hell is wrong with me?

“Where did you go just now?” His voice pulls me from my filthy daydream, but there’s no way I’m spilling the details on what I was just thinking about.

“What do you mean?” I say as innocently as possible. His gaze is assessing and I feel like he can see right through me.

He unzips my sweater and takes in the shirt I’m wearing. Ghostface is staring up at him from beneath the phrase, 'What’s your favourite scary movie?' The blinding sunlight is making my eyes water, but I swear he’s trying to suppress a smile while gazing down upon me.

“I can tell when you get lost in your own thoughts, Mallory. Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“Nah,” I say. More like, absolutely fucking not.

“Fine, I have ways to persuade you to talk.”

“What?” What the hell does that mean? “Nox?” my voice wavers, betraying the fearless persona I'm trying to project. The bastard ignores me, disappearing from my field of view. I try to inch my body up closer to the cuffs for a better range of movement, but I’m yanked back down. The metal is pulled taught against my skin, the small bite of pain feeds my arousal and I know that should be concerning, but I dismiss it.

His gloved hands skim up the inside of my thighs, fingers hooking into the band of my panties and sliding them down, tossing them aside. Nox brushes his thumb over my clit and I chase the sensation. Back and forth, he sets a slow and tantalizing pace. My nipples are throbbing for attention, I need more.

“You ready to talk yet, sweetheart?” He is met with my silence as he plays my body like a fucking expert. I will remain in control. He will not get the satisfaction of making me moan and writhe for him while he tries to extort information from me with the promise of an orgasm.

“Always so defiant,” he mumbles to himself and I resist the urge to smile. His fingers effortlessly slide inside me and I have to fight not to arch into his touch. With each pump of his digits, he pushes me closer to release. My hips start to rock in time with his thrusts as my willpower begins to crumble. He plants gentle kisses up the inside of my thigh, and then, as his thrusts become harder, he sinks his teeth into my thigh. My eyes roll back from the mix of pleasure and pain. He must see it because right as I'm about to fall into bliss, he ceases to touch me completely.

I take a deep, steadying breath, trying to recentre myself when his voice meets my ears. “Were you thinking about the other guy?” he asks seductively.

I close my eyes and turn my face away from his.

“You were, weren’t you?” His voice deepens and it’s like I’ve been doused in cold water.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. The guilt threatens to fucking drown me, and right now I’d let it.

“If you want to cum, you will tell me everything , ” he growls. I don’t think this orgasm is worth losing Nox.

“Lennox, I can’t.” I'm praying he doesn't press the issue, but I know he won't give up until he gets what he wants.

I hear the clink of his belt coming undone and the fly of his work pants descending. Holy fuck, is he going to fuck the truth out of me? I will not tell him that I want him and another man while he’s balls deep inside of me.

He spreads his body out over mine and I feel the hard length of his erection slide through my wet slit.

“Oh…fuck,” I moan.

“Is this what you want, baby?” he taunts, coating his cock in my arousal. He's grinding down on my clit and teasing the crown at my entrance. I can’t think straight. I’m too focused on the feeling of him everywhere except where I ache for him.

“Please,” I whine

“Tell me what I want to know.”

I hold my breath as he notches the tip at my core but doesn’t sink inside me. This is fucking torture. He begins the same maddening sequence again, over and over until I can’t take it anymore.

“Fine,” I huff, completely exasperated. I can’t hide this forever. The shame suffocates me daily and I can’t live like that anymore. I just hope he still wants to be with me after I reveal this secret I've been keeping. He slows the movement of his hips to a glacial pace and my brain starts to function again.

Nox plants a searing kiss to my lips then rests his forehead against mine. “Tell me,” he pleads.

“I want you both,” I whisper.

I wait for the disgust to roll off him in waves but it doesn’t come. He doesn’t move an inch.

“What do you mean?”

What do you mean, what do I mean? It’s not like I’m speaking another language. He raises his head to look into my eyes and it’s comparative to gazing into my soul. Both men hold a half of my heart and I know I’ll never be whole without both of them.

“I want to date both of you.” My voice is so quiet, but I know he heard me. He stops breathing and I wait for the verbal lashing to commence. He has asked me before why he wasn’t good enough and I expect to be berated the same way, but it doesn’t come.

“Aren’t you already doing that?” he snaps.

He isn’t wrong, but hearing it is like a knife to the gut.

“At the same time,” I mumble.

“What was that?” He shifts his hips and starts to drag his erection back and forth over my clit. This can’t be happening. He cannot be happy to hear I want them both at the same time.

“I want you and him at the same time,” I say, a little more confidently this time.

He hangs his head and groans as I feel his cock get impossibly harder. Did he…like that?

“Nox, look at me,” I demand.

He raises his eyes back to mine and I don’t know who is looking back at me, but it isn’t my soft and sweet police officer. It’s that other side of him I’m feral for. My heart beats erratically in my chest, here goes nothing.

“You’re mine, Nox, just as I am yours. But, Ghost is also mine. And when I was lost in thought, I was wondering what it would be like to be at the mercy of both of you. It’s not the first time I’ve thought about it, either. I want you, but I want him too. I understand if you’re not okay with this, but maybe you could just give it a chance to see how it goes…” My voice trails off when I take in the huge grin that’s spreading across his face. “Why are you smiling? Shouldn’t you hate this?”

He slowly shakes his head. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he growls.

“Huh?”

That is the only word I get out before his lips crash into mine. This is not the reaction I expected at all, but I shouldn’t overthink it. Maybe he has always wanted a three way and I just made his wildest dreams come true?