Page 48 of The Case of the Missing Love Stone

“Come for us,” Wes says.

Scarlet shakes her head, overwhelmed. “I’m trying.”

“That’s the problem.” His voice drops into the velvet command that makes her whole body answer. “Stop trying. Let us do it.”

I kiss the place beneath her ear. “We’ve got you.”

Moments later, her first orgasm takes her hard. Scarlet cries out and folds toward me, hand still locked around my cock while her thighs shake around Wes. Her purr breaks into a rough, helpless sound. Wes doesn’t stop.

“Wes.”

“That was one.”

Her stomach quivers. “Cocky alpha.”

“Yes.”

I laugh against her neck, though it turns into a groan when she strokes me.

Wes shifts closer, his shoulder pressing against her inner thigh while he works her through the sensitivity. Scarlet tries to pull away.

His free hand settles at her hip. “Stay.”

“Breathe,” I whisper. “You can let go. We’ve got you.”

Her second orgasm builds slower. I feel it in the tightening of her fingers, the way her purr climbs, the way her whole body turns toward us instead of searching for escape.

When pleasure breaks through her again, she buries her face in my neck.

Wes purrs like he’s proud of himself. “Two,” he says.

“I can count,” she mumbles.

“Then you know we’re not done.”

Scarlet laughs weakly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re still holding Roman’s cock.”

She looks down as though she has forgotten. Then she strokes me harder.

My control snaps. “Scarlet.”

She turns her face toward mine.

I cover her hand and guide the rhythm because I’m too close to pretend otherwise. “Keep looking at me.”

Her green eyes stay on mine.

Wes slips a second finger inside her and it nearly pulls me over the edge with the sound she makes.

“Tell him,” Wes says.

Her breathing stutters. “Tell him what?”

“How good he feels.”

Scarlet’s voice shakes. “So good.”