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I don't know yet, but I know for sure that I'm going to try.
Opening my mouth, I let him put himself in. I close my lips against his hot flesh and slide my tongue under the head. With everything going on, it's hard to concentrate, but I do my best, and when I lose focus, he guides my head with his big hand and just fucks my mouth anyway.
I've never felt so complete.
“Fuck, I'm not gonna last long,” growls Scrapper. His breath is coming in gasps and his thrusts are getting erratic.
But I'm close too, my whole body quivering with pent up need that's just waiting to be unleashed. Mack falls out of my mouth long enough for me to whisper, “Not yet,” and then I taste him again.
Reaper cups my breasts and tugs my nipples. “Come for us, baby. Let us see you explode between us. Our fucking sex goddess.”
And it's like I get permission to completely let go. The orgasm that's been welling up deep in my core suddenly engulfs me. I roar around Mack's thickness as I shake and tense, as I lose myself in overwhelming pleasure. My whole body tingles like it's being electrified and my toes curl. The guys hold me to keep me from collapsing while I come and come between them. I clench around them, and suddenly Scrapper groans, “fuck!”
He pulses, and it sets off Reaper who hisses between his teeth as his hips flex. They're emptying themselves inside me, both at once and it only makes me come harder. I taste Mack more than I hear his drawn-out moan, and I swallow reflexively, taking all three big men in me at once, even as I explode between them.
Time stops, maybe a moment, maybe forever, and then we all collapse together, me on Reaper, Scrapper against my back and Mack sliding from my mouth and sitting back on the bed. I squeak in surprise when Scrapper slips out. Finally, I roll over, letting Reaper fall from me, and flop onto the sheets on my back, concentrating on nothing but breathing while my heart slows back down.
“I fucking love you,” Reaper breathes.
Suddenly my heart's racing again. “What?”
He looks a little surprised too, but then he smiles. “I fucking love you.”
“No wait, it's just after sex. That doesn't count.” I'm not sure why I'm fighting it. I'm not really. I mean, I think I've known it for a while now. Heck, we've got a place together now, but… I don't know, we just kept moving forwards because it made sense and we're all into it, but… why do the actual words sound like they make it different? “I mean, not that I?—”
“We all love you, Mila. I thought it was obvious.” Scrapper runs a lazy finger up my side, just touching, not being sexual for a change. “And you love us, right? I guess I just assumed from the way you were acting, and the way we're acting and…”
“Action speaks louder than words,” adds Mack. “Anyone can say the words, but yeah, fuck, I love you. Scrapper loves you. Reaper loves you.” Suddenly he looks doubtful. “Do you mean?—”
“What? No! I mean yes! I mean—we've just never said it. But—” I'm so flustered all of a sudden. Because I do. Of course I love them, but this is out loud.
Reaper yanks me right into his arms, and places at panty-melting kiss on me—if I'd been wearing panties, that is. “Mila, I fucking love you. That's true whether I just fucked you or not. Always will be, if you let me.”
I don't even get a chance to answer before Mack hauls me right off Reaper and into his lap. He's obviously decided that he's not gonna let Reaper's kiss stand as the best kiss I've had all day, because that one has my knees go weak and everything from my toes to my hair tingling. “I also fucking love you. Never fucking doubt that. From now until we're nothing but dirt in the ground.”
I should've expected what happens next, but I still squeak in surprise as Scrapper yanks me close, rolls me under him, and then kisses me until I'm pretty sure I'm just going to float right out the window as soon as he lets go. Maybe he'll never let go. “I love you, Mila. Nothing you can do is gonna change that. Got it?”
When he lets me up, I do in fact not float away, but I'm looking at all three of my still very naked, sweaty and ridiculously sexy men with big eyes. “Of course I love you. All three of you. I never expected any of this, but…” I nod, like I'm confirming it to myself, to everyone here. “Yeah.”
There's a moment of silence, like we've all run out of words that matter. Then Scrapper rolls off the bed. “Now that that's fucking settled, wanna try out the shower? Never had one big enough for four.”
“God, yes.”
I didn't think that anyone would be ready again after an intense session like the one we had, but it's amazing what kind of an effect pressing together naked under water while washing each other has on both the hardness of cocks and the slickness of where they want to stick them.
40
MILA
The renovation of the Eagles' Roost after the bombing has come out really nice. After the Eagles bought the whole building, they knocked out several walls, added pool tables, more seating, expanded the kitchen, rebuilt the bar from the ground up—Scrapper has told me all about it, since he was in charge of the custom job there together with his dad and brothers—and yet it's undeniably still the old Roost. There are still a couple of meeting rooms upstairs, and the stage with the stripper poles and the lowered audience area are still here. They added dancing cages on the side too, though. Progress, I guess.
The one trip Meghan and I took down here back in the before days, we eyed all the dangerous bikers and talked about the poor girls who got stuck with those kinds of monsters. Dirty, filthy, sexy, dream-about-at-night monsters.
Now look at me.
I'm not just enjoying three of those dirty, filthy, sexy, dream-about-at-night monsters in bed. I'm getting married to them.
Well, in biker terms anyway. The Screaming Eagles have a tradition of a claiming ceremony when someone takes someone as their old lady, both to make it official and to make sure everyone in the club knows to keep their hands off. From what Eagle-eye told me, it prevents awkward situations. Or at least reduces them.
