Beyond Happily Ever After: Blank Canvas (Beyond #6.6) Read Free Page B

fingers working her into a frenzy. She'd be slick already, wet, but that wouldn't be enough for Cruz. Not tonight. He'd make sure his fingers were slippery with whatever lube he'd brought—probably their favorite, the kind that made everything warm and tingly and always left Rachel begging for it, even when she already had a cock in her ass and three fingers in her pussy.
    Gripping the base of his dick, Ace dragged Rachel up until her lips could barely reach the head. “How do you want it tonight, Rae? Give or take?”
    She arched with a moan, struggling against the grip they both had on her—but only in search of more . “Take it,” she pleaded. “Fuck my face, whatever you want. I need—” Her voice hitched, broke. “I need to make you feel this good.”
    “Shh.” He tugged at her hair again, hard enough to trigger a moan. “You make me feel good just like this, baby. Desperate and begging, squirming on Cruz's fingers. Willing to take anything or nothing.” On any other night, he'd test them both, stretching his own patience to the breaking point because she meant it—whatever he wanted—and sometimes he wanted to be mean to them both so that nice tasted that much sweeter.
    But not tonight. Tonight, he had no patience—and nothing would get her hotter than a taste of helplessness. So he forced her head down, just a few inches, easy enough to let her brace herself.
    Then he thrust up into her mouth.
    She took him readily, swallowing when she might have gagged or choked. She didn't pull back, and she didn't lunge for more. Not because she didn't want it—she touched his hand, silently encouraging—but because this was her gift to him.
    Control.
    Ace ground his teeth together and reminded himself not to come.
    Challenge enough, and it got even harder when Cruz flexed his arm and twisted his fingers, sending a shock through Rachel's whole body. Ace thrust up again, deeper, shuddering as she swallowed him, and held her there until her fingers trembled over his.
    Overwhelmed, that's how she'd feel. That's how they needed her to feel. He met Cruz's eyes and caught his rhythm, hauling Rachel's head up so she could gasp in a breath just as Cruz thrust his fingers forward again.
    She bit off a sharp cry, her eyes shut tight against the pleasure that rocked her. It was always this way on the nights when she came the hardest—a sudden, clenching orgasm followed by hours and hours of sensitivity, the kind where she could come again in a heartbeat if you breathed on her just right.
    Oh yeah, Cruz was methodical. And fucking brilliant.
    Rachel was still shaking, and Ace gave her hair one last tug as he urged her up his body. Cruz helped, maneuvering her smoothly as Ace coaxed her to rest her cheek against his chest.
    She ended up with her knees on either side of his hips and her ass in the air, giving Ace a breathtaking view of Cruz. He'd discarded his shirt at some point, and the candlelight loved him. Bronzed skin, vivid ink, endless flexing muscles for the shadows to flirt with—he was a fucking god. Vengeful with everyone else, but never with them.
    He retrieved the bottle of lube and spilled more of it on his fingers while Ace stroked a soothing path down Rachel's spine. “Hold on to me, angel, because he's gonna make you fly.”
    She was still panting, and her fingers bit into his arms a second before her teeth scored his chest. “It's never enough. Twenty-four fucking hours a day, and it wouldn't be enough .”
    Truer fucking words.
    Cruz held Rachel's hip as his fingers pressed against her again—three this time. “If it's too much, you tell us you need to slow down, all right?”
    “Don't,” she begged.
    Ace caught her hand and twined their fingers together. “He won't, Rae, not unless you ask him to. But if you want him to keep going, you have to promise him this.”
    “I know.” She took a shuddering breath. “I promise.”
    “Good girl,” Ace murmured, stroking her spine again. She had flowers