Jase’s hand appeared, covering Leyton’s as he took over, jacking him firmly before guiding him toward Ashlynn’s wet pussy. Leyton grabbed her legs and pulled her closer to the edge of the desk, then pushed into her.

“Oh, fuck,” she cried out, her body bowing up off the desk.

Holding her legs upright against his chest, he began slamming into her, unable to hold back any longer, watching as Jase proceeded to kiss her, stealing her cries and moans with his mouth while he held her in place. Leyton was rooted to the sight, watching the two of them. They were so fucking beautiful together it made his chest ache with an emotion so intense he wasn’t sure he could survive something so powerful taking up residence inside him.

He’d known all along that once he had them, he’d never be able to let go. And this emotion that churned deep in him was proof. He’d fallen and fallen hard, although they still had a long damn way to go before this thing between them settled into anything that could possibly be permanent.

Thrusting hard and fast, pounding into Ashlynn, he was still watching them when they broke apart, Ashlynn’s gaze slamming into his.

“Make me come,” she bit out. “Leyton…” Her head dropped to the desk, the sexy column of her neck stretched as her pussy clamped down on him, gripping him, milking him.

A deep, rumbling growl erupted from his chest, unable to hold back any longer. “Fuck.” Taking a deep breath, Leyton let himself go, his dick throbbing, his release spilling into her body, filling her while the smooth walls of her pussy wrapped around him, the pleasure intoxicating. “Coming, Ash. Fuck, baby. I’m … coming.”

Ashlynn cried out, yelling his name over and over until her body finally relaxed, her chest rapidly rising and falling. Jase was right beside them, holding Ashlynn’s hand and looking at Leyton.

Yeah, there was no doubt about it, he and Jase were in the same place. They knew what they wanted, knew what they needed. And though Leyton suspected they could fulfill one another, he also knew that without Ashlynn, without her giving her heart to them, they’d still be incomplete.

Chapter Forty-Six

She couldn’t help but wonder…

Present day

Six days later, Sunday, November 15 th

Emotions were running high, and Ashlynn wanted to believe that it had to do with the fact her brother had been whisked away to a secret location to heal while the rest of them kept an eye out for Moroso, who had somehow slipped through their fingers and gone off the grid, but she knew better. One whole week had passed since Aidan had undergone surgery to repair the damage that’d been caused by the brutal beating he’d endured. He was doing well, though Ashlynn had only spoken to him twice. Max and Leyton insisted that his location remain secret, so using burner phones had been their only option for communication, and that had left her limited time to check in with him.

Not to mention, Jase and Leyton were keeping her preoccupied. Or perhaps it was the other way around; maybe she was the one who’d kept them busy as of late. Since that day at the hospital, when they’d succumbed to the pleasure in that poor unsuspecting doctor’s office, they couldn’t seem to get enough of one another.

Not that she was complaining. Not at all.

For six straight nights, Ashlynn had slept in her own bed, crushed between the two sexiest men she’d ever known. But even she had to admit things were getting more and more complicated as the days passed. Although neither man had expressed his feelings for her, and she sure as hell hadn’t said anything to them, emotions were beginning to bubble up, some even she couldn’t fight back. It didn’t help that she was scared of what she was beginning to feel.

In an effort to lighten the mood, Ashlynn had been looking for ways to keep things spontaneous. Her business had been put on hold, and she was practically a prisoner in her own house since Max had put out a hit on Marco Moroso in retaliation for what the rival mafia boss had done to Aidan. People were beginning to talk, worried that this turf war was going to cause some major damage to business relationships. While Max continued to ensure everyone that they had nothing to worry about, things were heating up.

But Ashlynn had been advised to stay out of it.

Genevieve was still being forced to stay at Max’s with additional security, and Jase had pulled in as many people as he could to stand guard at Ashlynn’s house. She’d even told him that she would be fine if they wanted to go somewhere, to get away for a little while and let things cool off, but he’d been insistent that they could take better care of her there. They had more control of their home turf.

She hadn’t argued.

Now, as she waited for Aidan to call her as he’d promised he would, she was fighting back the boredom and the emotions she was keeping under lock and key.

When the phone rang, she’d been so deep in thought she jumped before grabbing the nondescript black phone off her desk. “Hello?”

“Hey, sis,” Aidan greeted, his voice still hoarse but sounding significantly stronger than the last time she’d spoken to him just a few days ago.

“How’re you doin’?” she asked, dropping onto the sofa in her office and pulling her T-shirt—one of Jase’s that she’d hijacked and the only thing she had on besides her panties—down to cover her legs.

“Just fuckin’ peachy,” he rasped, his words garbled due to the wire that held his jaw shut. It’d been broken in two places. “Five-star accommodations up in here.”

“Glad to hear it.” Ashlynn smiled. At least his spirits were up. She’d been afraid he would fall into another depression, but Aidan was proving to be far more resilient than she’d given him credit for.

“Where’re your boy toys?” he inquired.

Boy toys. Ha! She liked that. “Around here somewhere.”

“They keepin’ each other busy while you’re waitin’ around for a phone call from me?”

“Probably,” she said with a chuckle. They were actually waiting for a call from Max, or so they’d said, but Aidan’s version sounded so much better. “You’re really feelin’ better?”

The monotone of his voice told her he was still in pain as he said, “So-so. Pain’s better. Bruises are healin’. Can’t say the same for the bones, though. But I’m sure I’ll be good as new in no time.”

“Well, I won’t keep you. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. Let you know we’re gonna find this fucker.”

“I hope you do,” Aidan said. “But I don’t want you involved, Ash. Leave this to Max. Let him take care of it.”

She didn’t bother to tell him that she wouldn’t back down if it came to it. She knew he worried about her. These days, they all seemed to be worried about her, convinced her days were numbered. And maybe they were, but she damn sure wasn’t going to sit around and dwell on it. Not if she had other things to keep her occupied.

“Ash,” Aidan whispered. “Seriously. Be safe. When I come home, I expect you to be waitin’ for me.”

“I know,” she replied, tears coming to her eyes. It was tearing her up that her brother wasn’t close enough that she could see him for herself. “I’ll do my best.”

“’Kay. Now go interrupt your boys. Wouldn’t want them to have too much fun without you.”

“Love you, Aid.”

“Love you, too.”

Ashlynn ended the call and tossed the phone onto the cushion beside her. Dropping her head back on the couch, she stared up at the ceiling. She really wished this shit would come to an end. She needed to get her life back, get her shit in order. Being cooped up with Jase and Leyton—although quite fulfilling—was beginning to wreak havoc on her nerves. She didn’t know what she was feeling, if anything at all. Regardless, she knew that until things were back the way they’d been before, she couldn’t think about it too much.