Devil's Pass (The Harlequin Crew #.5) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,34

he's going to kill her if he knows what she did, right? Do you get that?"

"I fucking get that," he said seriously and I was glad.

I didn't think Fox would ever side with his dad, but sometimes I wasn't sure if he knew how depraved the guy really was or if he viewed him through rose tinted glasses. I guess everyone wanted their father to be good at the core. But Luther Harlequin was rotten through and through. He may not have shown that side of himself to his son too often, but he'd sure as hell shown it to me.

"We just have to protect her," I growled.

"I know," he said, glancing over at me and suddenly offering me his hand. "I swear it, Rick."

I placed my hand in his, clasping it firmly and feeling the depth of our bond ringing between us. It didn't matter what lengths we had to go to now, me and the rest of the guys would go to them and far fucking beyond for Rogue. Whatever it damn well took.

I woke up with my head on Chase's chest and JJ pressed up close behind me, playing big spoon in our ménage à snooze and bringing a smile to my lips as I felt safer than I had any right to feel considering our situation.

"Morning, boys," I murmured, stretching like a cat as JJ tightened his grip on me, mumbling something sleepily and shifting his hips so that I felt something long and hard graze against my ass.

I gasped and tried to wriggle away but he just held me tighter in his sleep, my wriggling only seeming to draw even more of my attention to the way his dick was driving into me and my mind presenting me with some really weird questions like: Why do I kinda like the way it feels digging into me like that? I wonder if his looks like Maverick’s? Maybe he'd show me. Maybe Chase could show me his too. Would I have to trade them a boob flash in exchange for that? Two boobs had to be a fair trade for two dicks, right? What would they look like when they weren't hard? And why was I suddenly trying to imagine what it would feel like if one of them was on top of me and-

"JJ, your cock is kinda poking me," I said breathily, cursing myself for my voice going all weird.

"What?" he slurred and Chase snorted a laugh.

"Glad I'm not the only one having that issue," he muttered and I sucked in another breath as I tried to shift my weight back off of Chase but as JJ refused to budge again, I was jolted forward, my hand flying out to steady me and landing - directly on another hard dick.

"Fuck, sorry, shit." I snatched my hand back as Chase groaned in a way that made my gut knot and everything between my thighs clench with a need I wasn't really sure how to process and I wriggled harder to escape before I died of humiliation.

"The fuck are you doing?" JJ muttered, pulling back a little as he came to.

"Trying to escape the dick sandwich I've woken up in," I said, sounding a little panicked which was really more to do with the fact that there were two of them and it was a lot to be surrounded by than me having any real aversion to their...trouser snakes.

Okay, yeah, I was curious as fuck, but I was not capable of being cool about it and two at once was a bit much to handle first thing in the morning. Or ever, obviously. Shit, now I was thinking about three ways and where everything would have to go and wondering if I could deep throat like Jessica Smythe claimed she could and if not being able to would make me crap at blowjobs. Not that I wanted any of the dicks around me to end up in my mouth. Obviously.

"Shit, sorry," JJ gasped, scooting away from me like there was a fire up his ass while Chase covered his face with his hands and groaned.

"Of all the ways I imagined you touching my cock for the first time, this was not it," Chase said into his hands. "And fucking JJ was definitely not here."

I laughed a little hysterically and thankfully the door banged open at the far end of the arcade to draw our attention away from this, er, strange and unexpected development.

"Guys, we have a problem,"