Page 67 of Contracted to the Bikers

“And you love it,” he says, already leaning in. His mouth finds mine, warm and confident, the kiss deepening almost immediately. He doesn’t rush, but he doesn’t hesitate either, his hands sliding to my hips, fingers flexing like he’s reminding himself I’m real.

I respond without thinking; I always do with him. He makes it impossible not to.

Boone shifts closer behind me, his chest brushing my back, the steady rise and fall of his breathing anchoring me even as everything else begins to unravel in the best way. His hand moves higher, spanning my ribs, then lower again, slow and deliberate, like he’s grounding every inch of me.

I turn slightly, breaking from Cruz just long enough to find Boone’s mouth. His kiss is different. Deeper in a quieter way, steady and consuming without urgency, like he has all the time in the world. His fingers curl gently at the back of my neck, holding me there, his thumb brushing just beneath my ear in a way that sends a soft shiver down my spine.

“You sure?” he murmurs.

The question isn’t about this moment, though my men are always careful to make sure I’m enthusiastically consenting. He’s asking more than that. He’s asking if I’m truly ready to try for a child. If I want to hold off a little longer.

I meet his eyes. “Yes.” The word settles between us, solid and unshakable.

Rook moves then, slow and in control, as always. His hand slides from my waist to my hip, turning me toward him, his gaze locked on mine, hearing deeper than what I’m saying out loud.

“You don’t look back once you’ve made up your mind,” he says quietly.

I smile. “Neither do you.” Our similarities used to grate on me. I wouldn’t accept them for what they were. Now, I like that he shares my obstinacy, my determination, and that he challenges me.

Rook’s kiss isn’t filled with the furious passion that our first kisses used to be, colliding and repelling like magnets. Now, there’s purpose to it, control. Our bodies wanted each other before our minds caught up. Now we harness that passion instead of being slaves to it. Everything we’ve held back is layered into his kiss, every argument, every moment of restraint, every unspoken thing that’s finally been given space to exist. His grip tightens slightly at my hip, not pulling, just holding, like he’s anchoring himself to me as much as I am to him.

My breath comes quicker when he pulls back. The air feels thicker, charged, that familiar weight of our mutual attraction that hangs like storm clouds ready to break whenever all four of us come together. I’m grateful that Jessy is at school, though I’m aware we’ve not got long before we need to go collect her. Adding another child to our family will only reduce the amount of alone time we get, but it will also strengthen our bond in ways we can’t even imagine.

“We’ve only got an hour before we need to leave on the school run,” I murmur halfheartedly as Cruz scatters kisses down my neck and Boone caresses my breasts, a weak protest that I definitely won’t follow through on.

Cruz lets out a quiet huff of amusement. “Plenty of time to make you cum,” he mutters. “And put a baby in you.” His breath tickles my ear, his words dirty yet promising so much more snap the thread of reserve I had left.

I shake my head, smiling despite the heat curling low in my stomach. “You’re all impossible.” I tilt my head back, sighing as Rook slips his hand up my skirt and strokes his finger across my panties, feeling the dampness.

“And you chose us anyway,” Rook says.

“I did.” The words feel like another promise, another way of telling them I’m theirs. I belong to them, and they belong to me.

The shift happens naturally after that. No one leads, no one needs to. We move together, the space between us disappearing as we make our way to the bedroom. The air is warmer there, softer, the fading sunlight casting everything in gold and shadow, making every movement feel slower, more deliberate.

Despite the time crunch, they remove my clothes without rushing, peeling them off like they’re unwrapping a present. Hands find my bare skin, caressing it, mouths kiss and lick sensitive spots. While one undresses, the others distract me, stoking the fire within me so it increases from glowing embers into a raging inferno. Layer by layer, we peel off our armor, leaving ourselves exposed, with nothing left between us.

I’ve seen my men naked before, of course, I know their bodies intimately, almost as well as I know my own, but the sight of them, masculine, strong, and oh so goddamn sexy, still manages to take my breath away every time.

Rook’s broad shoulders and tapered waist, his power held tightly beneath control. He works hard for that body, and every inch of his dedication shows in its strong lines. Everything about him is honed with intention.

Boone, my friendly giant, is all solid, steady strength, every movement grounded, every touch deliberate, his presence as constant as breath, as unmovable as the mountains. His heart is the thing I love most, how soft he is under that hard exterior.

Cruz is leaner, sharper, restless energy threaded through muscle and motion, always moving, always aware. But with me, he finally allows himself to slow down, to breathe. Watching him relax and let go is every bit as satisfying as when he fucks me hard and fast. He does that now, obstinately taking his time when we have none. Not that I mind.

When I’m with all of my men, nothing else matters for a moment. The rest of the world, my troubles, my responsibilities, they all fade away. Most importantly, I can afford to forget for a while because I know my men have my back and whatever I face, I will never have to face it alone again.

Their hands find me again, more skin, more heat, more awareness now that nothing is hidden. Every brush feels sharper, every point of contact more defined, like my body is waking up in layers. I feel everything. The heat of their bodies against mine. The difference in their touch. The way they move around me, with me, never overwhelming, never taking more than I give.

Connor and I didn’t try for Jessy, it just sort of happened. I don’t regret her at all, of course, but I didn’t expect this feeling. This total, universal decision to bring life into this world. The sex is somehow even more meaningful, even more loving, knowing that we’re coming together as one with the goal of creating a child of our own.

As I lie back on the bed, Boone’s head between my thighs, Cruz’s caressing every other inch of my skin, and Rook kissing me deeply and passionately, I lose track of time. Even with our united plan, their goal to pleasure me as much as possible doesn’t change. Boone brings me to the edge of orgasm before moving aside for Rook.

Rook fucks me steadily and rhythmically, his hips slowly thrusting in and out. He feels incredible, moving with purpose, so I feel every inch of him as he brings me right to the edge before pulling back, leaving me moaning and crying out for more, desperate to tumble over the precipice. He growls orders at me to take Boone and Cruz in my mouth, never allowing me to do so for too long. “The only place they’re allowed to cum until you’re pregnant is in this perfect fucking pussy,” he groans.

“Fuck, yes,” I pant as he pushes in deeper, right up to the base, hitting my G-spot.

Cruz pulls away from my mouth. The taste of salty precum on my lips tells me he’s close. He moves to suck my nipples, adding to the pleasure Rook is providing me. I’m so close I feel senseless, losing myself in the rhythm of Rook’s steady thrusts. I dig my nails along his back, crying out as he pulls me close to his chest, kneeling upright to bounce me up and down hard and fast on his cock. Content to watch for a moment, Boone and Cruz hold back, leaving Rook and me to finish alone.