by Kiera Silver
“O’Rourke,” he nodded at Euan, “O’Rourke,” he repeated the gesture in Connor’s direction before his gaze settled on her with disturbing interest. “Hot and entirely fuckable new girl.”
Connor and Euan both surged forward, voices angry as they told him to leave. She put a hand on each of their shoulders, instantly calming them. “It’s fine, guys.” She realized abruptly that was the first time she heard their last name as she gave the new guy a cool smile. “Hello, unknown and rude guy who’s completely unfuckable.”
He glared at her, as Connor and Euan laughed. Muttering something, he shot them all an obscene gesture and wandered back to his group.
Euan put an arm around her waist, pulling her against him to nuzzle her neck. “I think you’re going to fit right in with this crowd.”
She snuggled closer. “Thanks.” She didn’t want to burst his bubble or distract him from the race ahead, but this group wasn’t exactly intimidating. Considering the people she’d grown up around, and the acts some of them did, illegal street racers were fairly tame. Not that her father and brothers had actively allowed her much contact with their illegal activities, but it was inevitable some of that would spill over and taint her daily life.
She imagined they’d all be appalled if they knew how much she actually knew about their business. Sophia hadn’t gone out of her way to snoop or acquire the knowledge. She’d simply been in the background and overheard things and observed situations with her own eyes. After growing up in a mob family, she figured she could handle a bunch of bad boys out racing their cars illegally.
A couple minutes later, they got into the cars, all the groups moving almost as one at some unspoken signal. She looked around and didn’t see anything telling them it was time to race, but she figured they all had some sort of system she just hadn’t picked up on yet. As Euan had mentioned, there was no backseat, so she climbed onto his lap as he secured the seatbelt around both of them. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but she was too intrigued by the race to worry about optimal safety conditions.
Connor was in the driver’s seat, and he revved the engine as the other cars around them did the same. Before getting in the car, she had quickly counted the others and discovered there were eight in all. Connor was at the front, beside a silver car, and the others were staggered behind, forming two rows. She didn’t know much about car racing, but she thought it had something to do with time trials to determine where your position was at the start. She doubted it was the same with street racing though. More likely, it probably had to do with how successful you were, and who had won the last race.
With a peel of rubber against asphalt, they were suddenly off. The car skyrocketed forward, and she was slammed back against Euan. It was intense, and the road whipped by within the first couple of blocks as the car reached maximum acceleration. She was surprised by how aroused she was. With a throaty chuckle, she spread her legs wide and took Euan’s hand, bringing it between her legs and giggling when he realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He started to stroke her, and she moaned and pressed against his hand, looking over at Connor almost with an air of challenge.
He seemed annoyed. “You’re distracting me.”
“How?” she asked with feigned innocence. “I’m the one being fingered, not you.”
He growled, sounding almost like an animal for a moment. “That’s not helping me focus.”
She grinned at him. “Seriously, the idea of my dripping pussy distracts you? I guess you don’t want to hear about how Euan is circling my clit with his thumb while putting two fingers inside me.” It was difficult to maintain a steady tone as she described what Euan was doing to her, because it was distracting her too. It was also driving her closer to an orgasm, and coupled with the speed of the car and the exhilaration of teasing Connor, she knew it wouldn’t take long to come.
“That’s it. You’re never racing with us again.”
She extended her lower lip in what she hoped was a passable pout. “Aw, come on. You’re not being fair. Maybe I just need to offer you the right incentive.”
He glanced away from the road for just a brief second, looking intrigued. “What sort of incentive?”
She licked her lips with anticipation. “If you win, I’ll let you have my ass.” She laughed when he startled, jerking slightly on the wheel, but not in any danger of losing control. “It’s what you want, isn’t it? The last two days, your fingers are constantly there when we’re in the middle of foreplay. It’s like you’re preparing me so you can stake a claim. That’s what you want, isn’t it? One of you behind me and the other in front.”
His voice was thick, but almost bordering on angry. “Don’t make a promise you’re not prepared to deliver on, Sophia.”
She deliberately spread her legs even wider, moaning as she started to come around Euan’s fingers. He’d remained silent, but she was aware of his ragged breathing and the hardness of his cock against her buttocks. “I fully intend to follow through, as long as you win. If you lose…” She trailed off with a shrug, trying to sound cold and heartless. “I guess you’ll just have to wait for the next race to have what you really want.”
“Fuck that,” said Connor. A moment later, he pressed a button, and the car shot forward at a dramatically faster rate, quickly bypassing the silver car that had kept pace with them from the start of the race. They practically flew by an attractive black girl in a revealing dress, holding the flag that she dropped as they went by. “Was that the end of the race?”
Connor nodded, but didn’t reply. He just kept driving, though the car had started to slow some.
She frowned. “Don’t you need to stop?”
“No.”
She frowned in confusion. “Don’t you have winnings to claim?”
Connor gave her a look that was so predatory it made her shiver. It was prompted almost entirely by desire, but just the faintest hint of fear. Not that she was afraid of him, but it was clear he was barely hanging on to his control.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“We can get it tomorrow,” said Euan before brushing his lips down her neck and making her shiver as the last of her orgasm faded away.
“There’s something more important to claim tonight.”
She leaned back against Euan, satisfied by the turn of events. She’d seen them plunk down a stack of cash, and that they were willing to risk losing it, or at least not claim it until after they’d had her, was almost as intense a rush as the race itself.
Connor parked the car in the garage attached to the house, and Euan got out of the vehicle after helping her first. Her feet had barely touched the cement in the garage when Connor strode around the car and picked her up, putting her across the hood. She was startled by the venue, but she didn’t get a chance to protest. The metal was warm under her back, but not unpleasantly so, and Connor’s mouth was on hers a moment later, which distracted her from any thoughts of discomfort.
Euan moved around her other side, pushing the dress up to her waist to reveal her bare flesh. She moaned when his cheeks brushed against her inner thighs seconds before his tongue slipped inside her. It moved in concert with Connor’s in her mouth, and she writhed underneath them as they ravaged her with passionate kisses.
She arched her hips against Euan’s mouth when he sucked lightly on her clit, which was still sensitive from her previous orgasm and her heightened state of arousal. Already, she could feel another release building, and it didn’t take Euan long to coax it from her. She let out a wail of pleasure as she came, her entire body shaking under the force of it.
Her sounds of pleasure seemed to flip a switch in Connor, pushing him the rest of the way over the edge and completely out of control. He looked like a wild man as he pulled away from her long enough to shed his clothes. Euan stayed with her, slowly licking her still-quivering flesh until Connor had returned.
Then he stepped back and removed his clothes as well while Connor pulled her off the hood of the car and
removed her dress in one quick motion, pulling it over her head and tossing it behind him. She thought about suggesting they go into the house, where there was a perfectly serviceable bed in the room at the back of the hallway, but apparently neither one of them could wait that long. Despite her two orgasms, she was equally impatient for them.
Connor turned her around so her back was facing him. He propped one of her feet on the bumper of the car before his fingers surged inside her slick heat. He moved them in and out of her almost aggressively, and she quickly realized he was simply lubing his fingers before moving to her back passage.
Until Connor and Euan, it had been a forbidden zone, but the last couple of days had relaxed her about the idea. Connor was clearly intent on claiming that hole, and he’d been preparing her for this moment. He slipped a finger inside, and she easily accommodated him. A second finger was no problem either, though she winced a little when his third finger entered her anus, not enjoying the stretched, burning sensation for a moment. She didn’t cry out or protest though, because she knew from the last two days’ experience once that sensation faded, it would start to feel good.
Soon enough, the discomfort changed to fierce pleasure, and she whimpered to protest when his fingers left her. “I thought…”
He didn’t bother to answer her as he picked her up and moved her around, angling her hips so he could slide inside her pussy. A wave of disappointment washed over her, and she realized how much she’d been wanting both of them inside her too. So far, they’d had that, but it was always one in her mouth and one in her pussy. She’d never even considered the idea of double penetration until then, and now she realized how disappointed she was not to get it.
“You’re so wet,” said Connor. “Does the idea of me fucking you in the ass excite you?”
She was embarrassed, and her face flushed, but she nodded frantically.
“What about me?” asked Euan, stepping closer, so he was facing her upper body against his chest. “Do you want me in your pussy at the same time?”
She whimpered in need, incapable of speech or reasoning abilities. Vaguely, she was aware that Euan’s suggestion wouldn’t work as long as Connor was in his current position, but she couldn’t summon the ability to verbalize that. Her mind was too crowded with pleasure, her thoughts lost under a wave of intense need.
As Connor pulled out of her, moving his cock to her puckered hole, she grasped he had simply been making sure he was wet enough to enter her before doing so and risking injury to either one of them. She whimpered as he started to push through the stubborn ring of muscle trying to hold him back.
“Just relax and bear down,” said Euan, stroking her cheek as he spoke softly. “Do that, and he’ll be in soon enough. It won’t hurt.”
She trusted him, and she clung to his words, doing as he’d instructed. As soon as she fully relaxed and pushed back against him, Connor slipped in the rest of the way with only the faintest hint of discomfort that quickly turned fully to pleasure.
Connor wrapped his arm around her stomach, holding her back against his chest as he leaned backward. Euan moved forward, pressing close to her as he lifted her thighs and spread them apart. A moment later, the head of his cock nudged her slick opening, and he pressed inside carefully.
She moaned at the intense sensation as Euan slowly filled her while Connor held still.
They thrust in and out of her in tandem, one always filling her, but it wasn’t until they started moving together, both in her at the same time, that she really appreciated having both of them simultaneously. It was amazing, though she felt almost too full. The slightest hint of pain underscored the pleasure as they thrust rapidly into her.
She was at their mercy, unable to move as they buffeted her, and that was part of the appeal too. She had to surrender complete control to them for this to work, making them responsible for her pleasure, and knowing they would ensure she received it was enough to make her come again. As she tightened around both of them, her body twisting in their arms under the strength of her release, Euan came too, filling her as his fingers dug tightly into her hips while he pressed himself as deeply inside her as he could get.
She slumped against him, her arms around his shoulders, as Connor continued to thrust inside her, lasting almost another minute before he lost the battle with control, and his cock twitched in her backside before he came too. His hands were lower down, holding the outside of her buttocks and thighs, and they clamped tighter for a moment as he pressed against her, his entire body rigid.
After that, he sagged against the car, and she leaned back with him as Euan maintained his hold on her. She could have melted into a pile of goo on the floor, but she’d rather have a bed in which to collapse. Before she could utter the request, they seemed to realize what she needed, because Euan pulled out, looking regretful, as Connor steadied her. When Euan was on his feet, Connor carefully withdrew and handed her to his brother.
She should have protested that she could walk on her own, but it was too nice to cuddle against him and let him carry her. The exhilaration of the race, coupled with the intensity of their lovemaking, had left her an exhausted, sweaty mess. She thought about requesting a shower, but it was too much trouble. As Euan lay her in the middle of the bed, she curled up against a pillow and closed her eyes, planning to rest for just a moment before getting up to clean herself. Almost immediately, she fell asleep.
Chapter Eight
A crashing sound woke her, and she jerked upright. On either side of her, Connor and Euan did the same as lights blazed, much too bright to be the simple overhead light. It was disorienting as she struggled to become fully alert and comprehend what was happening. Connor was fumbling on the bedside for something, and she assumed it must be his gun, which was confirmed when an angry voice shouted, “Don’t even think about picking that up.”
She gasped when she recognized the voice, immediately reaching for the sheet with which to cover herself. “Dante?”
“I’m here, sis.”
“Come here,” said Larenz, her oldest brother. His tone indicated he didn’t even consider the possibility she might refuse.
She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. “I’m not getting up.”
From the peripheral of the bright light shining on them, Armo stepped into view, thrusting out a shirt hanging from the end of the rifle pointed in Euan’s direction. “Give her that to put on.”
She took Euan’s shirt, recognizing his scent as she pulled it over herself as discreetly as possible, thankful when her lovers held the sheet for her to give her some modesty. Once she wore it, she still made no move to leave the bed.
“Come over here,” said Dom.
She shook her head.
“Why not?” asked Dante, sounding frustrated. “You’re dressed enough.”
She narrowed her eyes, struggling to see through the bright haze. She couldn’t make out faces, but she could identify forms and counted roughly ten people in the room. Judging from Armo’s outfit, they must’ve raided the SWAT team’s closet, though clearly they weren’t cops. Cops would have warned them not to move and announced themselves as police. She stared at them in confusion for a moment before shielding her eyes. “Move that damn light off me.”
Armo chuckled. “Pleasant as ever, Sophia.”
“Cut her some slack,” said Larenz firmly. “She’s been through hell.”
A moment later, the light clicked off, and it was just the overhead light in the bedroom. After her eyes acclimated, she looked at Dom, who was usually the ringleader, though her brothers all shared the responsibilities of their positions. “What are you doing here?”
“We’re rescuing you, so you need to get out of the way and let us deal with your kidnappers.”
She laughed. “My kidnappers? Where did you hear that?”
Dante stepped closer, frowning. “Your grandfather,” he almost spat the word, “Told us you’d been kidnapped. Apparently, your fiancé had hidden the knowledge fr
om him for a few days. I’d like a few words with Victor while I’m at it.”
She snorted. “Victor’s not my fiancé, and Thaddeus Thorne isn’t my grandfather. Biologically he is, but that’s it. They’re not my family. You guys are. Mom is,” she added softly as her voice broke.
Armo came closer, his expression one of sympathy. “Mom’s missed you.”
She nodded. “I’ve missed her too.” It was the first time she’d really allowed herself to admit it, and she realized how badly she had screwed up by turning away from her parents without allowing them to give her an explanation. She was still resentful that they had hidden the truth, but it no longer seemed as important as it had.
“Now if you’ll slip out of bed, we have plans for these two.” Dante said it ominously, looming over them as he moved closer to the bed.
“I’m not moving.”
“Why not?” Dom ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated by her.
“I don’t want you to shoot them as soon as I’m out of the way.” She took both their hands in hers, aware of how rigid they were as they stared at a room full of men with big guns, all anxious to spill their blood. “I don’t know what kind of tale Victor spun, but Connor and Euan didn’t kidnap me. They rescued me from a bad situation when Thorne tried to make me marry Croft for some business deal. These guys are my heroes.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. We’ve seen the pictures.”
She trembled as disgust welled in her. “You saw those?” She saw varying levels of concern and disquiet in their gazes. Armo nodded. She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry you had to see those, but they were all staged. There’s a feud between Euan and Connor and Victor Croft, and when I discovered it, I volunteered to help push his buttons and try to bring him out into the open so they could deal with him once and for all.”
Dom looked troubled. “Staged or not, I don’t like the idea of what those two have done to you.”