Page 22 of Our Pucking Way

And then I wrapped my hand around Carter’s cock and squeezed.

Carter’s sharp intake of breath pulled me back to another time, another place where obsession and pleasure blurred together in the shadowed corners of our reckless youth. Greyson had watched like a dark prince overseeing his court. He had wanted things to be the way they were now back then, too.

“Kennedy,” he’d said, his voice a low growl that resonated through the room, “show them how good you are.” His voice turned teasing. “Be Jack’s good girl.”

And I had. With each touch, each moan that escaped my lips, I had performed for him, my body moving in rhythm with Jack’s or Sebastian’s or Carter’s—sometimes all three. They had worshiped me with their hands, their mouths, their relentless desire, but it was always Greyson’s gaze that seared into me.

The memory ignited a fire within me, a fierce heat that spread through my veins as I returned to the present, to the expectant eyes fixed on me. Carter winced again, his skin now adorned with the beginnings of the Jackal’s emblem.

Greyson’s hand was steady, but nothing could hide his laser focus on me.

“Keep your eyes on me,” I whispered to Carter, my voice sultry and reassuring. My fingers danced over the waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them slowly, deliberately. His breath hitched as I freed him, the air thick with anticipation.

Leaning forward, I wrapped my lips around him. The room fell away, leaving only the sound of the tattoo machine, the scent of ink, and the thrumming pulse of desire as I moved. Carter’s hand tangled in my hair, guiding me with a gentle urgency.

I could feel the weight of Greyson’s attention, the same intensity from years past, now laced with a possessive edge.

Carter groaned, his grip tightening, hips lifting to meet my mouth with a growing fervor. I savored him, taking him deeper, drawing out his pleasure until he was desperate for release.

“Kennedy,” Carter gasped, his voice strained, “I’m?—”

I pulled back just enough, my eyes locked on his as I brought him the rest of the way over the edge. He let out a groan of pleasure as he shattered.

As Carter’s heavy breaths subsided, I rose from my knees. He pulled me into his lap and pressed a kiss to my lips. My lips tingled, and I felt powerful as Carter looked at me with flushed cheeks and a gaze full of affection.

Greyson’s eyes were dark with need, his body tensed like a coiled spring. He laid aside the tattoo gun and then stood.

“I hope you’ve enjoyed your games tonight, Kennedy,” he said.

“I have,” I told him with a smile. His eyes smoldered at me, with a mix of desire and the need to dominate.

Then he surged forward, his large hands grasping my waist with an urgency that left no room for doubt. His mouth crashed against mine in a primal claiming that seared through my senses. I gasped into the kiss, my fingers curling into the fabric of his crisp shirt as he pressed his arousal firmly against me.

I melted into him, every inch of my body crying out for more.

His hand slipped beneath the hem of my dress, trailing fire up the length of my thigh. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping my throat.

He pulled away from me with great difficulty, the tension evident in the lines of his shoulders and arms.

“Keep an eye on our girl for me tonight,” Greyson said, his voice husky with desire. “Everyone I need to talk to is here. I have work to do.”

Work.The word carried implications of blood and violence after our conversations earlier.

I shook my head. “I want to be by your side. I want to be involved.”

“I know. But you distract me.” His lips tilted up. “You win, Kennedy. But that means you can’t be here tonight.”

7

On the way back to the penthouse, silence fell over the four of us. The night felt like an odd dream, full of violence and desire.

But I knew there would be plenty of violence in the cold, hard daylight too.

My men tensed walking across the parking garage to the elevator up to their penthouse. It seemed as if they couldn’t relax now in their own building, after having me attacked just outside. It bothered me.

I knew how much they wanted me. I knew they felt I was worth it. But it still seemed as if they were losing so much to try to protect me and to guarantee our happy ending.

We walked into the hushed beauty of their living room. The view always took my breath away. I stared out at the serpentine river, and its reflection of the city lights as my men moved stiffly around behind me.