Page 34 of Outlawed

I blow out a shaky breath as Shepard continues to play with my breasts, his lips at my ear, praising me. “Such a good girl taking all of me. You feel so fucking good, so snug and hot.”

Riggs moves back so he can get a good look. Believe it or not, I can feel my face flush, which is ridiculous given the circumstances. Still, it’s hard not to get flustered when your boyfriend is watching your other boyfriend’s dick sliding in and out of your ass.

“Does that feel as good as it looks?” Riggs asks. I’m about to answer before I realize he’s talking to Shepard.

“Feels like heaven. I’m not gonna last, man, so you need to get inside her already.”

Riggs doesn’t need any more convincing than that. He spreads my legs wide and moves between them, stroking his cock as he edges it just inside me. “Ready?”

I whimper and nod, feeling like I’ll die if he doesn’t fuck me already.

He oh so slowly sinks himself inside me. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses as he slides his hands under my ass.

Riggs takes control, lifting me up and down on both his and Shepard’s cock. All I can do is hold on and take it as Shepard murmurs words of encouragement in my ear. He reaches around and plays with my clit, leaving me a sobbing, panting mess as I feel so much—too much even—and yet I never want it to end.

“I can’t hold on any longer,” Shepard pants in warning as Riggs speeds up.

“So come. Fill her up,” Riggs orders as Shepard pinches my clit, sending me careening over the edge.

Shepard roars my name, coming hard a moment before Riggs does too. The thought of them both filling me up makes me feel filthy in the best possible way.

Exhausted, I barely lift my head when I’m picked up and carried into the shower, where I find myself in Riggs’s arms. Shepard washes my back, before tugging me to lean against him so Riggs can wash my front.

“How are you feeling?” Riggs asks as he grabs a towel and holds it out for me.

“Sleepy, but good.”

“No regrets?” Shepard double-checks and hands me off to Riggs.

I shake my head. “No. I love you both. I knew you’d take care of me.”

I feel a kiss at my temple, but my eyes drift closed before I can register who it is.

“Let’s get her back to bed. She looks dead on her feet,” Shepard says, which is the last thing I hear until knocking wakes me up a few hours later.

Chapter Eleven

Iopen my eyes and frown at the ceiling. The room is pitch black dark. Both Riggs and Shepard are fast asleep beside me, so it takes me a minute to figure out what woke me. It isn’t until I feel the gentle knock in my head again that I realize it’s Austin.

Shit, that knocking thing is going to get really old, really fast. I climb out of bed, carefully as I can, not wanting to disturb either of them. I throw on a pair of yoga pants and Riggs’s discarded T-shirt before heading down. I peek in on Hannah first and smile when I see her fast asleep with her hands tucked under her cheek. I close the door again and creep downstairs as the house stirs. I run my fingers down the wall in reassurance as I head to the door, deactivate the alarm, and pull it open.

Austin stands there in his black hat, black shirt, and black jeans. If it were not for some of the candles from the vigil providing a small amount of light, he would be virtually impossible to see.

“Austin, what are you doing here?”

He grabs hold of me and pulls me close, slamming his mouth down on mine before I can protest. I hold myself stiff, still confused about how I feel. Eventually, I give in, softening in his arms until I melt into his embrace.

When he pulls back and looks down at me, I sigh, shoving him back a little. “You done? Can I go back to bed now?”

“I got him. I’ve got Porter.”

I freeze. “You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. I thought it might be easier for you to slip away at night than answer questions about where you’re going during the day.”

I mean, he’s not wrong. I bite my lip. The guys will be pissed and worried if they wake up and find me gone, not to mention how Hannah would feel. “Can you keep hold of him? Make him fucking sweat for a bit.”

“I can make his accommodations as shitty as you want me to.”