“You want to race?” Reese rises to the challenge.
“I do, and when I win, I want your piece of shit and your piece of ass. Then I want you to get the fuck out of my town and never come back.”
“Oomph. You’re jaded. Still not over our last race, huh? Are you a masochist?” Reese riles him. “Itching for me to leave skid marks down your back again? Am I the one who got away? The only one who can satisfy your sadistic craving? Let’s go then. I’ll get you off and put my pussy up just to let you save pathetic face.”
Excuse me? I look immediately at Dev, who is seething.
“You’re on,” Viper revs his V-Twin.
“And you’re on your own.” I hop off Reese’s bike, enraged.
All eyes center on me.
“Kayla?” Reese’s tone elevates, dismayed.
“Oh, are we using my real name now?” I rip my helmet off his gas tank. “What happened to pussy?”
“What the fuck?” Reese bites, as I climb on the back of Dev’s bike.
“Get me the fuck out of here.” I’m so pissed, I’m shaking. What the fuck does Reese think? Just because I slept with him, he can pass me around to all his scummy friends? Fuck you.
“Kayla.” Reese stands as Dev turns on his bike.
“Reese,” I echo disdainfully, yanking on my helmet. I flip Reese the finger as Dev drives off. I. Am. Livid. I didn’t put myself through college and nursing school, then fight for a good job, to be fucking objectified as a piece of community ass. This is exactly why I say bikers are nothing but trouble.
The ride home does nothing to calm me. Not even when Dev rubs his hand soothingly over mine at a stop light. I just feel so fucking stupid. I should have never trusted him. Never given in to a biker, period. Professional or otherwise. You can take the man off the street, but you can never take the street out of the man.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I jump off Dev’s backseat once he’s parked in my driveway. I see a ten-mile run in my future to burn off the memory of Reese fucking Dane.
“Hey.” Dev grabs my arm as try to stomp off.
“What?” I tear my helmet off.
“You made him look like an asshole back there.”
“What?” I nearly implode. “He’s the one who made me look like an asshole. I’m not some bike bunny he can just pass around!” I try to escape his grasp, but he locks on tighter. “Dev, let me go.”
“No, not until you calm down.”
“I’m not going to calm down! I’m pissed off and I want to be alone.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m worried you might be a threat to yourself or others.”
“What?” I tilt my head. “Are you being fucking serious right now? You’re psychoanalyzing me?”
“In my professional capacity, yes.”
“You’re as crazy as your brother.”
“We do share the same DNA.”
“Warped DNA.”
“Meh.” He shrugs. “Whose isn’t?”
He’s got me there.
“We do definitely like the same things.” He pulls me closer. Oh no.
“I’ve noticed.” I step back but don’t get very far. “What are you doing?”
“Going after what I want.”
“No. You’re not.” I put my hands on his chest, my heartbeat elevating.
“Don’t fight me, Kayla.”
“I’m done with both of you,” I spit.
“No, you’re not. You’re just beginning.” He leans in, and I freeze.
“Dev, this isn’t right. I don’t want to ping-pong between the two of you.”
“You don’t have to.” He’s so close; I can feel his breath fan across my cheek.
“How can I not?” I swallow the thick ball of emotion caught in my throat.
“Kiss me and find out.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I hate him.” I vent.
“I know you do. But I’m here now.”
There are no words after that, just an explosive mingling of tongues and a cocktail of confusion.
I’m so weak. Five minutes ago, I was fuming. Now, I’m crumbling into Dev’s arms.
I don’t know how long we kiss—minutes, hours, days possibly. The only thing I’m sure of is that I never want him to pull away. As much as I’m damning myself, the allure of burning in hell has never been so rapturous.
The thunderous sound of a street bike careening into the driveway rips us apart.
Hell has no fury like a racer scorned, I guess, because Reese is furious. His eyes are an incinerating blue as he approaches us.
“What the fuck?” he snarls, as I push away from Dev. This is the most fucked-up situation ever. I’m still mad at Reese for what he did, yet I feel tremendous guilt for making out with his brother a fraction of a second later. I need to be institutionalized.
“Don’t.” I step away from both of them, making an escape toward my front door.
“You don’t,” Reese sneers as they both follow me. I try to slam the door in their faces, but Reese strong-arms his way in.
“Get out,” I hiss.
“Not gonna happen.” Reese contends as the two men overtake my tiny entryway. The small space now crammed with bodies. “You’re overreacting.”
“I’m not overreacting! You can’t just pass me around to all your biker buddies and think it’s okay! I’m not a fucking wrist watch you can just throw into the pot!”
“Kayla, do you honestly think I would’ve put you up if I knew I couldn’t win? That I would let anyone else touch what belongs to us?” Reese crowds me into a corner.
“Us?” I squeak. Wait, what?
“Yes. Us. Mine and Dev’s.” He enunciates the words. “You. Are. Ours.”
There’s that word again. Ours.
“I don’t understand.”
“Baby, I think you do. I think you’ve always known where we would end up.” Reese cages me in with his arms.
Dev materializes over Reese’s shoulder, and I internally hyperventilate. I don’t know who to look at first as my gaze compulsively darts between the two of them. Two, beautiful, roughneck men, who both look like they want to have me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“How . . . how would this even work?” I crazily entertain the idea.
Both their faces split with a fiendish smile. I must have asked the million-dollar question.
Reese leans in closely, stopping my heart. “Let us show you,” he murmurs so seductively my knees nearly buckle. I throw a questioning eye at Dev and he nods confidently.
“You both want this?” I ask with a small voice.
“It isn’t about what we want anymore. It’s all about you now,” Dev voices.
Holy. Fuck.
“Say yes, Kayla.” Dev’s tone is soft and velvety. Irresistible. “Say yes to us.”
I press my back against the wall praying for composure, but the longer they trap me, the more the pressure builds, the more my want fights to the surface, and my resolve falls away into oblivion. I find myself nodding because my ability to speak has become paralyzed.
“Good girl,” Reese breathes before he throws me over his shoulder like a caveman.
“Hey!” I grab onto his shirt.
He swats me on the butt as he makes his way to the stairs. “Ouch!” I flail.
“That’s for bouncing out on me. Never do it again. Got it?” He hits me once more for good measure.
“Fuck you.” I flinch.
“In due time, baby.”
I lift my head as Reese climbs the stairs with Dev hot on his heels.
Reality suddenly strikes. Is this really happening?
“Relax.” Dev traps my chin gently. “We’re going to take care of you. And make you feel so good.” He pushes some dangling hair away from my face so I can see him. He’s incredibly calm despite the carnal look in his eyes.
Once in my small room, Reese drops me on the bed. They each flank one side, making me feel like a trapped animal.
I kn
eel in the middle of the mattress at a loss at what to do next.
“Strip, baby,” Reese instructs as he unzips his leather jacket and pulls the gun from the back of his pants, placing it on my nightstand.
I stay frozen in place.
I know I’m supposed to move, but what’s clearly about to happen hasn’t sunk in yet.
“Need some assistance?” Dev crawls up behind me and kisses my neck. A switch flips. My eyes immediately roll backward. Yes, please, touch me. Both of you, please touch me.
Dev makes easy work of my shoes and socks then moves straight to my jacket, peeling it off before greedily lifting the hem of my shirt, taking my bra with it. I’m left kneeling in only my ripped jeans and bare chest as I watch Reese slowly remove his own shirt. There’s an abundance of moonlight illuminating the room, the silvery rays brightening the space enough to make out the shadows of bodies and facial features.
I falter as he approaches. His inked body moving sleekly and smoothly. His eyes blinking in a slow, languid way, mesmerizing me like a cat.
“Damn.” Dev runs his fingers over my back, outlining the butterfly tattoo that stretches across my shoulder blades. “Badass, Kayla.” He presses a fingertip into a few specific spots on the wings. “Are those supposed to be bullet holes?”
“Yes.” I cover my naked breasts insecurely. Reese pulls my arm away.
“Don’t. Ever.”
I start breathing fast and deep, my unease evident.
“Who hurt you, Kayla?” Dev asks softly.
I laugh distantly.
“Who says anyone hurt me? Maybe I’m the one who hurt someone.”
“Impossible.” Dev skims his lips down the curve of my shoulder. “You heal. You don’t hurt.”
I bottle up the feelings suddenly raging inside. I haven’t always been this person, and it seems my decisions haven’t matured much with age, since I’m on the precipice of sleeping with two men.
“I walk a fine line.” I look back at Dev.
He tilts my face up. “Tonight, there are no lines.” He kisses me deeply, desirously, our tongues rolling against each other gluttonously before he urges me down onto my back. This is really happening. Really. Fucking. Happening.
“Relax.” Dev pins my arms over my head as Reese unbuttons my fly, my pants and panties disappearing.
I breathe faster as Reese spreads my legs and kisses his way up my inner thighs. I’m aching already, and he hasn’t even reached my most sensitive spot. The closer he gets, the more unhinged I become. The first touch of his tongue is soft. Just a savory taste. He moans with prolonged appreciation before burying his face fully into my displayed pussy.
“Oh God!” I arch vainly on the mattress as they both hold me down.
“Does Reese’s mouth feel good?” Dev speaks softly into my ear.
“Yes,” I moan as Reese licks me emphatically.
“I know how good your pussy tastes.” He nips at my earlobe as I squirm on the bed. “I know how much Reese loves eating you out.”
Reese sucks hard on my clit, stretching it in tandem with Dev’s words. I cry out in a pleasurable pain, reaching a new level of ecstasy.
In reaction to me, Reese locks his arms around my thighs and sinks his tongue deeper into my slick entrance, forcing my whole body to lock up.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” I try to move my hips, frantic for more friction, but I’m securely subdued in place.
“I need to come,” I expel desperately. I look up into Dev’s eyes, my vision blurry and my breathing rapid. He’s staring down at me like the starving wolf he is, enjoying my distress.
“You look so pretty when you’re needy.” Dev seduces me with his words. “Skin flushed, mouth parted, nipples hard.” He teases me with kisses as Reese slides one finger into my pussy and simultaneously tongues my clit. I gasp, biting Dev’s lip as my insides rupture.
Dev chuckles darkly. “We’re going to destroy you tonight, butterfly, and I promise, you’re going to love it so much you’ll be begging for more.”
Dev’s words spark a flame in my core as Reese applies the perfect pressure. The physical and verbal stimulation together do a number on my desire, forcing me to combust. I come furiously, a pounding sensation spreading through every limb, as I riotously fight against the two men holding me down.
At the tail end of my orgasm, when my body starts to calm, I feel an intrusion.
“Oh!” My muscles spasm instinctively as Reese dips a finger into my ass.
“Don’t fight it.” Dev continues to speak to me in that calm, titillating tone. “We need you loose. Ready.”
Reese continues to finger my ass as Dev talks me through the bites of pain. It’s a burning pressure, which eases slowly and steadily until Reese adds a second digit. I’m sent right back to square one as the tight ring of muscle rejects the foreign invasion. I mewl on the mattress as the two of them encroach on my body. Dev skimming his tongue over my chest, capturing each nipple in his mouth, ravishing it until the rosy flesh is sore while at the same time Reese stretches me wide, sucking mercilessly on my clit. It’s maddening—two men, two mouths, four hands, and insurmountable pleasure. My head is light, my body is heavy, and my need insatiable.
“Fuck, she’s so wet.” Reese scissors my rosebud open as he continuously licks the frenzied bundle of nerves my pussy has become. “And loose.”
“You ready for us, butterfly?” Dev releases my wrists and sits up, his erection blaring beneath the zipper of his jeans.
“She better be.” Reese lets go of my leg and wipes his mouth against my thigh. “Because I can’t wait another fucking second.” He withdraws his fingers, and my worked little butthole contracts. I breathe through the uncomfortable sensation as I watch, in a sexually-drugged haze, as the two men discard the rest of their clothes.
Reese pulls me up once he’s completely naked. I drink in his bare form. Tall, lean, and cut in all the right places. The machine-like tattoo covering the entire right side of his body glows in the moonlight, highlighting the intricate design—the gears and levers, even the tiny nuts and bolts. He’s the epitome of bad boy, and his sights are clearly set on me.
“Straddle Dev,” he instructs.
I turn to find Dev sitting up against my white leather headboard. He’s every bit as beguiling as his brother, but in his own intrinsic way.
He pulls me onto his lap, my slippery folds grazing over his rigid cock. I’m dying for him to be inside me. Dev stifles a moan then traps my hips. “Not yet. We’re going to go slow.” He cups my cheek firmly. “Whatever happens, don’t take your eyes off me. I want to watch you. I want to see everything.”
I don’t know if I can make any promises, so I just nod and hope for the best.
I feel Reese settle behind me, his chest pressed against my back and the head of his cock poking at my entrance.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here?” He spreads my ass cheeks and nudges the head of his erection into my dilated little hole.
“No,” I answer meekly.
“Good.” He kisses my shoulder and penetrates me slightly. I push forward, fear and anxiety at the forefront.
“You need to relax.” Dev moves his hands back to my hips. “Trust us. It may hurt for a few seconds, but I promise, in the end, it will all be worth it. Just look at me.”
I lock eyes with Dev as Reese continues to slowly assault me. It does hurt, my muscles burning as they stretch. His girth and length so much more abrasive than his fingers.
I sink my nails into Dev’s arms and pant rapidly.
“That’s it.” He kisses me over and over, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb to distract me from the pain. It works wonders as my pussy twinges and my body begs for more. A table turns, and I’m no longer apprehensive but instead, eager. The pain and pleasure mingling until it morphs into one collective sensation.
I drop my head and close my eyes, pushing back onto Reese’s cock.
“Oh no.” Dev grabs my face. “Eyes. Open. Look at me.”
I pop my eyes open and stare into the depths of Dev’s blue gaze.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Reese grunts as he pushes himself completely in. My muscles contracting around his engorged cock. “And you’re all fucking mine. Your ass officially belongs to me.” He pumps in and out slowly, securing his hand around my throat.
Dev smirks rapturously. “My turn.” He removes his thumb from my clit and grabs his shaft. “My turn to own your pussy.” He impales me onto his cock, and it slices through my soaked slit like a warm knife through butter. In a fraction of a second, I’m completely full and completely possessed.
“Oh, fuck, I missed you.” He thrusts upwards, and I see stars. My eyes widening and my air supply thinning as they collectively begin to move, each manipulating my body like a marionette, employing it exactly how they want. How many times have I fantasized about this? How many times did I see it my dreams, never once imagining it would translate into real life? Yet, here I am, being taken by the two men who govern my heart and now govern my being.
I’m overcome with roaming hands and eager lips as my body is pushed and pulled to the limit. Dev and Reese seesawing in and out of each overstretched hole until I’m climbing the walls, until my womb is clenching, my rosebud is compressing, and my tameless moans are echoing out to the street.
A communal sound of pleasure builds as the three of us become lost in a shared whirlwind of arousal.
When Dev said he and Reese were going to destroy me, he meant it because I’m falling apart, fraying at the seams on the verge of a tumultuous orgasm.
“Dev,” I whine as all my muscles constrict.
“I feel it.” He breathes laboriously as I ride him. “Just let go. I want to watch.”
I drop my forehead to his, a hair away from tumbling over the edge.
“Eyes open.”
“I can’t,” I strain, so fucking close, it’s torture.
“Yes, you can. Open them,” he orders.
I flutter my eyelashes as my orgasm unravels like a runaway spool of kite string. He traps my head as I shiver and shake, my insides in an uproar.
“Oh, shit,” Reese mutters from behind me as he drives in deep. All I can do is accept him as I’m paralyzed by the riotous sensations and Dev’s unyielding glare.
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