Into the Lair (Falcon Mercenary Group #2)(62)

Braden returned to the stove while Katie dug into her food. Moments later, both men joined her with their own plates.

“How is your wound?” Ian asked between bites.

Both were looking at her like they’d prefer to have her for lunch. Her cheeks went warm, and a flush worked over her body at the blatant sensuality in their stares.

“It’s fine,” she said. It was a lie. It ached like a bitch, but there was no way in hell she was telling them that. Not when the promise of more really scorching sex reflected in their emerald stares.

“I’ll have a look at it after you finish eating,” Ian said in a tone that suggested he’d be looking at a whole lot more.

She slid the last bite over her tongue, letting the tines linger at the tip. The bitch of it was, she could really get used to being taken care of by these two men. As much as Gabe had taught her never to rely on anyone but herself, surrendering her wellbeing to Ian and Braden was so potently tempting that she’d begun to fantasize about it in her waking hours.

And that sort of fanciful mess was what had gotten her into trouble with Paulo and Ricardo. Because at the heart of her abrasive, bitch-on-wheels attitude was a woman who wanted to be loved and cared for. Apparently she was like every other woman out there, and quite frankly, it pissed her off that she couldn’t be smarter than that.

“Don’t you know that sex should never be analyzed, only enjoyed?” Braden drawled.

She jerked her gaze to him to find him watching her, analyzing her. Then she smiled ruefully. “Busted.”

“I love an honest woman,” he said with a grin.

“I don’t like an overly analytical one,” Ian said in amusement. “Kind of takes the fun out of really good sex.”

“Make you a deal. You don’t analyze me and I won’t analyze sex,” she said evenly.

“Deal,” Braden said. “I think we should shake on it in the bedroom.”

She stood and pushed back her plate. Resting her palms on the table, she leaned forward, letting her gaze slide suggestively over the two men. “Last one there is a rotten egg.”

She turned away, even as the scrape of chair legs over the wood floor echoed across the room. With a laugh, she bolted into a run only to be overtaken in two steps.

Oh, she loved it that they weren’t all careful and cautious with her. Ian yanked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She looked up to see Braden following, his hands unfastening his jeans with every step.

She landed on the bed with a thump, her back meeting the still-tangled covers from earlier. Both men loomed over her in various degrees of undress.

“How rough do you want it?” Ian rasped as he pulled at his shirt.

“As rough as you can make it.”

Braden crawled onto the bed, his erection heavy and swaying between his legs as he made his way up her body. “We like it rough, Katie. Not some fake, half-ass crap. Be damn sure you know what you’re in for.”

“Haven’t we had this conversation already?” she asked in exasperation.

In response, he yanked her pants down, mounted her and stroked deep. Her breath caught in her throat. She tried to move her legs, but her pants were bunched around her ankles. God, she was full, stretched so tight around him that every nerve ending in her pu**y pulsed and vibrated around his thick cock.

Ian pulled at her pants and underwear, tossing them aside as her legs came free. Braden tugged at her shirt, impatient as her br**sts bobbed into view. Still embedded deep, he lowered his head and nipped sharply at the puckered tips of her br**sts.

Then he reared back, nearly sliding free before ramming forward again. She groaned, part in pain, part in delicious ecstasy.

“Hurt?” he asked with a grin.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Good,” he said as he captured her mouth.

Then he wrenched free and climbed upward, positioning his knees on either side of her br**sts. His c**k touched her chin, and he reached behind her head to grasp her hair.

His fingers tightened painfully as he yanked her forward to meet his thrust. “Suck me,” he said. “Open that pretty mouth and take me deep.”

Just as he thrust, hitting the soft tissues at the back of her throat, her legs were spread wide again and Ian mounted her. Both men rode her body, rocking back and forth, their cocks penetrating with ease.

They weren’t easy. They weren’t gentle. They took. She didn’t offer her surrender, they demanded it.

Braden’s fingers relaxed and gentled in her hair as he leaned forward and held himself for a long moment. She opened, accepting, trusting that he wouldn’t stay too long, cutting off her air supply.

“Open wide,” he said in a strained voice. “Just open and let me f**k your mouth, baby. I want all of it.”

She tilted her head back as much as his grip would allow and relaxed, letting him take control. He arched over her, positioning himself above so that he had leverage and power.

And then he started f**king her without mercy. Relentless. Ian paused, deep in her pu**y, and she knew he watched as Braden brutally f**ked her mouth.

Her body hummed in response to the erotic position, her underneath him, so submissive, so powerless. Her br**sts swelled and her pu**y tightened around Ian’s cock. She wanted him to move so badly. She’d come with the slightest touch. But he held still as Braden owned her mouth.