fingers soft and caressing against her head, while Jace continued his relentless assault on her senses.
Jace powered into her, picking up speed, his hips slamming against her ass. She closed her eyes and lay there, limp, utterly sated, delighting in the aftershocks of her orgasm as Jace continued to thrust.
And then he went rigid against her ass, burying himself deep and holding himself while his body jerked and spasmed. His body came down over hers, blanketing her back with his warmth. He pressed a tender kiss to her shoulder. It was . . . nice. So very gentle. Loving.
“Did not intend for that to happen so fast,” Jace murmured against her skin. “But fuck, baby, you’re so goddamn sweet.”
His words hit her, warming her more than their touch, her orgasm. Settling into her heart, spreading feelings she’d be better off not examining. Sex was not a new experience for her. Meaningless sex was definitely something she’d become adept at in her days of mindless coping and searching for answers she had no place searching for. But this . . .
She had to put an end to this stupid thought process. This meant nothing. No different from the other strings of meaningless, mind-numbing sex. For her to think any differently was just opening herself up to pain and misery.
Ash lowered his head, his lips feathering across her cheek. “I’ll get you something to drink. Want more OJ?”
“Yeah,” she said in a dreamy voice, still reveling in the feel of Jace inside her, his heat surrounding her and his hard body cupped so protectively over hers.
Ash moved away from the bed and when he was gone, Jace kissed her shoulder again. Then to her dismay, he lifted himself up and eased out of her. A whimper of protest she did not mean to escape fluttered past her lips.
“Have to dispose of the condom, baby,” he whispered. “I’ll be right back.”
She was instantly cold the minute his warmth left her. Cold on the inside. She slid down to her belly, sprawled over the bed, unsure of what was supposed to happen next. Did she get up and leave? Did they expect her to sleep over? In the past, she’d known the score. This was totally out of her scope of experience. Besides, she had nowhere to go from here. Just back into the cold. She didn’t want this night to end. Sadness gripped her. She should have never agreed to this. While it had been a temporary reprieve and a welcome change from the loneliness that was her life, she knew it would just suck all the more when she was forced to leave.
Jace crawled back on the bed and she lifted her head, fearful of what she’d see. She opened her mouth to ask if she should leave, but he pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his side.
Okay, so maybe he didn’t want her to leave yet. That worked for her.
She snuggled into his body, his natural heat a luxury she refused to deny herself.
A moment later, Ash returned, crawling up on the other side of her. Jace’s hold immediately tightened on her, his arms a barrier to Ash touching her in any way.
“Got your OJ,” Ash said.
Jace carefully lifted her into a sitting position, but he came with her, his arm remaining solidly around her. It was a little bizarre to be sitting between two naked men while she drank orange juice, but it felt decadent.
She sipped gratefully at the juice, her mouth dry and a little sore from accommodating Ash’s size. Other parts of her would be sore as well. It had been a long time for her. But it was a sensation she would hold close to her, a memory of one night away from the reality of her life.
“Should I go now?” she asked awkwardly as she handed the glass back to Ash.
Ash’s lips tightened and Jace’s arm became like a steel band around her waist.
“Fuck no,” Jace bit out. “We’re not even close to being done. You’re staying over. Too damn cold to be out tonight and it’s late. Don’t want you going anywhere at this hour.”
She tried very hard to control her sigh of relief, but her body sagged against Jace’s and he kissed the top of her head.
“Give us a minute to recover and we’ll go again,” Ash said.
Desire gleamed in his green eyes. He studied her a moment as Jace’s hand slid up to her breast, cupping the small mound, his thumb