Seven
Woody
I watch Griz, his hands steady, voice calm, as if it’s normal to publicly have sex with a woman we have under surveillance. But it’s not. Even Tubs is giving off nervous energy.
On top of that, we’ve never shared a woman, and as far as I know, none of us have ever had sex where others can watch. Well, Tubs might have. I’m not loving the idea, except that I’d do it for Naomi, if that’s what she wants.
The curse of being a thinker is that I get caught in my head. Like now, when I can’t get over who Naomi is to us. And aside from the obvious complications, now that I’ve met her, I can’t imagine anyone in my life except her.
Arresting her father and ruining her life isn’t the best way to start a relationship, though.
I’m a mess, torn between the logic of our mission as government agents and the emotional chaos of thinking I found my soulmate. How will we defend this as a necessary part of our assignment?
Then there are the more minor issues, like the fact that I’ve never carried this much weight. I’m used to the buttons on my shirt straining over my pecs, not my belly. She’ll never be able to unsee the way any of us look. Oddly enough, it doesn’t seem like she cares.
She might even be turned on by our dad bods. That sparks jealousy to tangle itself through me. It’s possible Griz will be the only one of us to get to make love to her.
“Little Lamb,” Griz murmurs, his commanding tone softened, “everything changes for you tonight.”
Naomi nods, her eyes wide, revealing more of her innocence. How can she trust us so easily? Doesn’t she know the world is full of bad wolves like her father? Not the kind Griz is playing.
My gut twists. We’re not telling her the whole truth, or even part of it. Or maybe she’s as deceitful as her father, and she’s playing us.
I’m not good at this, not like Griz. He knows how to read people, how to take control. From his knees, he’s giving her total control while making her beg for more. She arches against me as she whimpers.
Peering over her shoulder, I watch Griz plant kisses on her pussy, her belly, her beaded nipples that strain her silky black bra.
He pulls back, catching his breath, eyes locked onto Naomi’s. “They’re going to pick you up and spread you wide so I can fuck you.”
She meets our gazes in the mirror. I attempt to keep my expression neutral, no pressure for her to agree, but inside, I’m already hers.
My lips kiss the top of her head. She has no idea what she’s doing to me. I have no idea what she’s doing to me. I’ll risk this entire mission if it means having her.
Griz stands and rips his shirt off, buttons skittering across the floor. No shame in his dad bod. No shame ever. “We’ll protect you… give you everything you ever wanted.”
If her body wasn’t against mine, I wouldn’t have been able to notice her slight flinch at the word protect . For the briefest flash, Griz seems to realize he’s said the wrong word and adds the last bit.
He brushes his finger over her lips then leans to kiss them. “You’re the best Christmas present ever.”
Good move. The auction bonds us for one night, but he’s planting the seed for longer. She doesn’t object.
Tubs grumbles then slides his hands lower, nodding at me to do the same so we can lift her. He keeps hold of her bound hands and we easily balance her slight frame between the two of us. For now, her thighs are closed as if she’s sitting and we’re her throne.
Griz throws off the rest of his clothes. Naomi’s shudder at seeing his massive erection can’t be hidden. Her pussy drenches my hand that’s supporting her, a reassuring reaction that instantly makes my thickened cock rock-hard.
“I’ll go easy, Little Lamb,” Griz says while stroking his thumb through his pre-cum, then sliding his hand up her thigh leaving a wet trail to her curls.
The jealousy tangling inside of me rages. We’re a team. I’m playing my part. I try to maintain control, but that’s his cum. He could get her pregnant. No! That’s messed up on so many levels. But the most upsetting thought is that I want to be the one to put a baby in her. I have to get a grip. And we should probably discuss birth control. We don’t.
His other hand slides up her other thigh. His fingertips indent her soft flesh.
Tension grips every muscle in my body. Are we writing this up in our report tomorrow? Fuck the report. Fuck everything I’ve ever sworn my loyalty to.
Pressing a finger against her sex, I have to feel her. She smiles, her head angling toward me. Fuck yeah. We lock eyes, Griz oblivious to what’s happening.
I curl my middle finger, slide it back and forth over her sopping wet curls, then ease into her slit. Gently entering her. Catching the way her back straightens and her breath hitches. The way she licks her lower lip. I’m not prepared for how tight she is.
Working my finger in and out, I’m also shocked by her responsiveness. How she rocks her hips ever so slightly. How she could cost me everything. And it would be worth it.
If she’s playing us, I want to be her fool.
“Ready to let the big bad wolf in?” Griz catches her nod then spreads her thighs, catching on that she’s riding my finger. The scent of her sex overwhelms me. My cock twitches. I nearly come. Fuck it. I don’t care if I do.
His pre-cum-covered tip presses into her curls. “You going in with me?”
I kiss the side of her head and remove my finger. It might be too much for her first time.
Griz’s tip parts her pussy lips and squeezes inside. Ragged breaths from both of them heighten everything I imagine they’re feeling. Everything I’ll experience before the night is over.
Griz is slow and gentle, respectfully reading her expression and her body to gauge that she’s okay as his dick becomes one with her.
His balls hit my hand, creating an unexpected jolt of exhilaration. That won’t go in the report.
Then he stills. I slide my finger, ever so slightly, and his eyes flit to Tubs and then me as he realizes who’s doing it. I’m no wallflower, but I never expected to be so turned on.
With slow strokes that drag across my finger, he draws out her moans. I’m right there with her.
Then she pushes against me as she meets his actions with her own. She’s all in. We’re all in.
“Easy, Little Lamb.” Griz repositions his hands on her hips to stop her. “Not so fast.”
Her laugh is soft and melodic, a reminder of how I chose her codename of Nightingale.
She says, “I don’t want the timid puppy.” She lowers her hands to his love handles and leverages off of us to turn the tables and take him. “I want the Big Bad Wolf.”
What the fuck is she doing? His face contorts. He’s hanging on by a thread.
But I’m the one to blow. I can’t restrain myself. I growl my ecstasy, her wet pussy on my hand, and his shaft dragging back and forth over it. Shamelessly pulling our bodies closer, warm streams of cum unload in my pants. Down my leg, past my knee, and into my socks.
My eyes lock with Griz’s, and he figures out what happened. I’m faintly aware of Tubs laughing.
“Let go before I come, too, Little Lamb,” Griz growls.
My balls send another surge of cum down my leg.
I see the shift in Griz’s eyes, his control slipping as he speeds his pace. Her cries heighten until her body tenses. She surrenders. And the two of them find their release in perfect harmony.
Fuck. Everything I’ve lived for is in shambles.