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“Oh, baby, yes!” I scream as he fucks me.
I’m raw and out of control, my hand instinctively sneaking down so I can work my clit into another frenzy. I desperately want to come while he’s inside me, claiming and devouring me. Kendric bends down to kiss me. I lick his lower lip, and he thrusts himself deeper.
He feels my hand working its own kind of magic, the pressure once again gathering in my core.
“You’re fucking incredible,” Kendric gasps as his movements intensify.
I’m coming again and again; it feels like it’s never going to stop. The ripples blow through me, the motion turning me inside out as Kendric goes deeper with every thrust. I feel his cock twitching, his warm essence pouring into me.
We bask in the afterglow for a little while, holding one another. He kisses me. Sweetly. Softly. Lazily. And then he bites into my lower lip, prompting my pussy to tingle with anticipation, liquid heat simmering once again. I reach down and wrap my fingers around his cock.
We can’t take our eyes off one another as he fucks me into oblivion, my pussy clenching as I explode all over him. We disappear into the sweet nothingness, fucking each other into madness and beyond, as every glorious inch of him fills me and bends me, breaking any semblance of defense left in me.
“I’m just getting started, baby,” he says.
“Baby,” I say the magic word again.
And he kisses me one last time before he turns me over.
11
Ariana
It’s getting more and more confusing.
I should have seen it coming. From the moment I lost myself in Sky’s arms, from the minute I realized that I was attracted to all three of them, I should have seen it coming. Yet I cannot resist their pull. We don’t talk about it, but we feel it. We engage in it.
Some nights, it’s Sky. He comes into my room and drives me up the walls, consuming me, claiming me, making unabashed love to me until I’m spent and barely able to get out of bed the next morning.
On other nights, it’s Kendric. Despite his intimidating size, he starts soft and sweet every time, but then he lets loose and fucks my lights out until I’m utterly and totally spent.
Whenever Raylan lingers in my doorway, I can see the desire burning in his hazel eyes, the hesitation, the “what if” that crosses his mind whenever our gazes are locked in heavy, tempting silence.
This isn’t right. It’s not what I planned for or expected when I lost my virginity. It was supposed to be different. Dinner and a movie. A date or three. A walk through the woods or somewhere along the river. Brunch and a theater matinee. We’d talk and talk for hours, just me and him. We would never be able to get enough of one another until one evening, he’d lean in for a kiss, and I would simply melt. It’s what I thought I wanted.
Instead, I got kidnapped by three bikers and ended up yearning for each of them differently.
I’m ashamed of myself because I’m dying to find out what Raylan is like, too. Worse even, I’m dying to know what the three of them are like. Together. The four of us locked between four walls. No inhibitions, no fear, nothing but our flesh and spirit dissolving into one. I think about it a lot. I pleasure myself under the bed covers while I let my mind wander.
My hand moves as I slowly wake up from the sweetest, most imaginative dream I’ve had in a long time. I’m about to work my clit into a secret, rippling orgasm when a knock on the door startles me, and I practically jump out of bed. By the time Raylan comes in, I’m red-faced and panting. I was so close to a release; it feels like I’m edging myself.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he says, half-smiling. But the look in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I was doing. “Thinking about me?”
He’s voicing his dirtiest thoughts, too.
“Just waking up,” I reply. “What’s going on?”
“Checking in, first of all,” he says, his gaze wandering up and down my figure. Granted, I’m hiding under the dullest flannel jammies that Shiloh could find—for which I should be grateful—but right now, I wish she’d walked into a Victoria’s Secret instead. “Your father is adding more officers to his manhunt, which leaves the streets we’re about to drive through somewhat clearer.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s desperate to find you, but he’s not ready to hear what we have to say, so we’re letting him stew for a little while longer.”
I feel bad about that. “Does he at least have proof of life? He must be going out of his mind.”
“We sent him something, yes.”
“What?”
