by Anya Nowlan
She had to bite her lip to keep from spilling everything she had to say.
“Fuck, Kayla, I missed you so bad,” Rio growled as he took off his belt and Kayla burst into action, shrugging out of her leather jacket and then taking off her shirt as well.
She noticed the frown that crept over Ryker’s expression as he noticed the handgun on her hip – Spade had let her keep it for some unknown reason that only he knew, though she rarely liked using it – and she shook her head quickly. This wasn’t the time for questions. If one of them asked a single thing, she’d crumble like a house of cards.
“Don’t ask,” she said, and Ryker nodded, though the lines on his face hardened.
It didn’t take much to realize that all three of them had been to hell and back since they’d last seen one another and it was probably for the best if they didn’t delve into the bits that hurt right away.
Ryker kicked off his boots and took off his shirt as well as Kayla unhooked her bra and allowed the belt to slip off her jeans. She’d never felt self-conscious around these two. She knew for a fact that they worshipped her body and the screaming orgasms she’d been brought to time and time again over the short time they’d been together were enough to signify that as much pleasure as they were getting out of it, she was as well.
Her arms were still covered in tattoos and she still wore the RKR tattoo over her ribs that the lions both had on their chests. They were all marks of a wilder and less controlled past, even though she had been getting into progressively more dangerous stuff now.
Funny how abusing drugs and alcohol can seem like more innocent times now, she thought, looking at Ryker and Rio, both sporting new tattoos and new scars all over their completely mouthwatering bodies, and seeing them give her the same treatment.
She had lost some of her curves over the years, because her mission had required her to become fitter. It was also damnably hard to actually eat when worry was chewing up her soul and despair eating up her heart. The notes of worry on Rio’s face from seeing that were unmistakable. But she was stronger now and that was all that mattered.
“Come here,” she murmured, getting up on her knees on the thin mattress and grabbing Rio by the wrist, pulling him into a frenzied kiss.
His rough hands felt like perfection as they glided over her pale skin, tracking paths along her sleeved tattoos and then down her back until she was twitching with pleasure. She pressed her palms against his ribs, feeling his heart thud heavily beneath her fingertips, and she couldn’t help but grin at that. It was almost unbearable how much she still loved these two men and it seemed preposterous that there had been times when she had almost convinced herself that she didn’t need them anymore.
Her hands slipped down the front of Rio’s pants and she undid the button and the zipper quickly, wanting everything that she had been missing. When her hand curled around the girth of his cock, Kayla groaned in time with Rio, whose eyes were rolling back in pleasure.
“Fuck, Kayla,” he hissed as she started pumping him up and down, keeping her grip firm just like he’d always preferred it.
Her gaze flicked over to Ryker, who had become a mountain of a man over the years. Both of the twins had always been larger than life, in every way, but it was bordering on ridiculous now. Ryker in particular was perfection of flexed muscle and low fat, every line on him completely defined and traceable with hands and eyes, while looking like he could take on a battalion by himself and not break a sweat.
Their eyes locked and Ryker stepped closer, undoing his belt and the front of his pants for her. She let out a throaty little moan when he let his monster of a cock out, already rigid for her, waiting for her mouth. Kayla could feel saliva pooling on her tongue, her body reacting with violent need to the realization that she’d finally get everything she’d been longing for.
When Ryker was close enough, Kayla leaned forward, wrapping her fingers around the base of his hard-on and then twirling her tongue over the head. He hissed in a breath and it was music to her ears, making her grin as she tasted the salty precum on her tongue. God, he tasted fantastic.
Still pumping with her other hand, she turned her attention to Rio for a moment, sucking the head of his cock into her mouth and making him twitch. Her tongue flicked over the narrow slit quickly, scooping up the precum and savoring it for a moment that couldn’t last long enough. Then, she pulled back again and took Ryker in her mouth, practically mewling as she pushed herself forward.
Ryker’s hand fisted in her hair and suddenly, he thrust into her mouth and throat, filling her to the point of gagging. Her grip tightened on both of them and she could hear the growling exhales they let loose, making her pussy pulse needily. She was wet as hell and with the tears starting to pool in her eyes now – this time of pleasure and pain, not memories best left for later – she could feel herself starting to unravel.
Conscious thought took a backseat as she allowed herself to be swept away by strong arms. Rio pried her hand loose from around him and walked around the cot, pulling down her pants and taking off her boots while she gagged and spluttered on Ryker’s cock, trying to keep with his pace.
Her breaths were labored and her body tensed every time Ryker pushed into her, but every thrust was pure agony and lust. She flicked her gaze up at Ryker and she could see the veins pulsing on his neck and the way the muscles on his arms looked completely rigid as he pumped into her, feeding her his cock. That same confused fire flamed in his eyes, though dimmed now by the raw, animal desire that rang between their three bodies.
Kayla let out a soft little squeal as Rio pulled down her pants and then got down on his knees, pulling her toward him by her hips. His tongue lapped flat over her pussy and it sent shivers running up and down her spine, her muscles spasming from the impact that he made on her. She practically purred as she was rocked between the twins, sucking Ryker’s cock while Rio ate her out like she was the best dessert he’d ever tasted.
Her arms started shaking soon enough and when Rio snaked a hand between her legs, flicking her clit between his fingers as he pushed his tongue up her slit, she couldn’t take it much longer. Her mouth opening in a scream, only to be filled with more cock, Kayla succumbed to her orgasm in fantastic, dizzying waves that took her completely.
Grunting, Ryker pulled from her mouth and she collapsed on her elbows, gasping as she shuddered. Saliva dribbled down her chin and she didn’t give a damn. Their sex had always been violent and dirty and she’d loved it just as it was. It had been impossible to touch someone else after Ryker and Rio and the thought of being touched by someone else had made her uncomfortable. Back in their arms, she’d never felt more wanted and more open to the pleasure that only they could provide.
She was pushed over on her side and Rio took off her pants and boots now, leaving her completely naked on the cot. She rolled around on her back as the brothers changed positions and as she looked up, she could see the grinning face of Rio hovering above her, his chin slick with her juices.
“I still know how to get you off, baby,” he said with a modicum of pride that made her giggle.
“I wouldn’t have expected it any other way,” she replied.
“Let’s see if you remember the rest of it, then,” Rio said, his eyes flashing gold for a moment and his teeth grazing his lower lip.
Just then, Kayla felt Ryker’s strong arms part her legs and pull her down the bed slightly so her ass was on the end of the mattress. She raised her head to look at him and Ryker’s face was a mask of concentration and lust, so powerful that it made Kayla stutter a fragile little breath. He looked like he could go and take on the world right now and she got the distinct feeling that nothing would stand in his way of having her.
It drove her wild with need.
Still weak from her orgasm, she let out a loud wail as Ryker pushed into her, opening her up around his giant cock like a flower. She pushed her head back and opened her mouth in a scream, Rio filling her from the other end immediately and making h
er spasm as she was plugged by two big cocks that she had missed entirely too much.
Her hands wrapped around the sheets and she tugged at them, willing her body to relax, to welcome them both as she had time and time before. It was all so familiar, speaking of endless nights in the ratty apartment they’d shared, finding more relief in one another than the countless mind-altering drugs they’d had access to back then.
It was like she was becoming whole again. Each thrust and stroke from Rio and Ryker brought the edges of the pieces of herself closer back together, hinting that there could be a time in which she’d be complete once more. It was as painful as it was delicious, understanding that for that to be true, she’d need these two men in her lives. They weren’t, of course, the only things she needed.
Her eyes snapped open as she felt Ryker’s hot breath on her skin, the man leaning forward to capture one of her nipples in his mouth and suck on it. His tongue twirled over the delicate nub and she whimpered from the mixture of gentle and painful, his hips ramming into her without stopping as Rio filled her throat.
Her tongue lapped over Rio’s rigid length whenever she could, her body twisting beneath them. Kayla’s pussy throbbed with need as Ryker’s pace seemed to pick up and he sucked on her tits with more intensity, leaving teeth marks behind. She let go of the sheets and her fingers curled in his short reddish blond hair as his beard scratched her pale skin, tickling her just a little.
I thought this would never happen again, she thought, happily stuck in the moment they’d given her. I thought I couldn’t feel like this again…
The stark realization that this might be the last time, again, was oddly sobering. Her eyes fluttered open but then rolled back again as Ryker changed his angle, picking up her legs and putting them on his shoulders. It was too much and within a few strokes, Kayla was a mewling, convulsing mess in his hands, not an ounce of her ashamed of the kind of pleasure she was feeling.
Her pussy clamped down on Ryker and her throat opened in a scream, letting Rio in deeper. There wasn’t a single thought in her head anymore and she simply let go, losing herself in the growling grunts of the two men she loved, the euphoric release of her own body and the bliss that blanketed her sweetly thanks to it.
Kayla recognized the moment when Ryker was about to cum in her and she squeezed her thigh muscles, tensing herself around him further even in the midst of her own orgasm. He snarled and when he finished, thick ropes of cum shot in her, filling her with his seed. It had been way, way too long since the last time.
As if it was practiced – and it wasn’t entirely untrue that it wasn’t – the brothers changed places, with Ryker coming to stand before Kayla. Strong but careful hands raised her and twisted her body until she was on her hands and knees. Rio grabbed her hips and pulled her back toward him and she complied easily, though her arms were shaking from the onslaught of unexpected pleasure that her body had dealt with.
When Rio entered her from behind, she whimpered, her shoulders heaving up and down with shallow breaths. Ryker tipped her chin upward and it was then that she realized that she had tears in her eyes, brought on by the release and the relief. Ryker grazed his thumb along them until the fresh tears were wiped away and for the first time since their reunion, she saw the makings of a smile play across his lips.
It was obvious that he hadn’t smiled, really smiled, in a long time.
“You’re beautiful, Kayla. You always have been,” he said, and she closed her eyes, willing the tears to stay down from hearing that.
It sent a ripple effect pulsating through her, stealing her mind as the orgasms had taken her body. They didn’t know so much of what had happened and she couldn’t allow herself to be fooled into thinking that Ryker or Rio would be so accepting of her if they had known all of it, but for now, she would bathe in their affection.
She opened her mouth and snaked her tongue carefully over Ryker’s semi-hard cock, lapping up her own juices and the remnants of his release from the shaft and head while Rio plunged into her from behind. Rocking her hips against him, she felt the thick, delicious heat envelop both of them and when she squeezed down on Rio’s cock, he couldn’t hold out any longer.
Kayla grinned when he came with a roar, filling her up and giving her what she had been begging for. She lapped her tongue over the head of Ryker’s cock one more time before Rio pulled out and she was gathered up and moved on the bed to lie down. Rio pulled another cot right next to the one they had been abusing and collapsed onto it, Ryker joining the two of them as well.
The room stank of sex, sweat, blood and grime and none of them gave a damn. Kayla propped her head up on Rio’s shoulder and Ryker’s body conformed around hers, creating an impenetrable wall between her and the rest of the world. It felt safe.
She found herself sandwiched between the huge, muscled, war-hardened bodies of the men she’d known when they’d barely been boys. Neither of them were what they used to be, and she’d changed more than she cared to admit as well, but for that one night, they could be what they remembered one another as.
Young, foolish, and recklessly in love.
It can’t last.
It never could.
Six
Rio
“Come on, get up,” came the raspy voice of Price as he banged on the door with a closed fist, making Rio snap up into a seated position in a split-second. “It’s time for the briefing.”
“Coming!” Rio barked back, curling over Kayla’s sleeping body and kissing her on the temple to wake her.
She stirred softly but Ryker, like Rio, was already completely awake and ready to roll. They yawned almost in unison, before meeting one another’s gazes and nodding silently.
Not exactly the kind of ending I was expecting to last night, Rio thought as he stood up from the bed carefully and hunted through the pile of clothes to find his.
“Kayla, we got to go,” Ryker said softly as she blinked her eyes open, those gorgeous green depths catching Rio’s attention at the first possible moment.
And it’s like she hasn’t aged a goddamn day.
That was probably the hormones and sudden burst of affection speaking, because none of them had escaped the hands of time. Yet to him, she hadn’t looked any more perfect for as long as he had known her. Admittedly, their relationship had been an odd, tumultuous one that had defied pretty much every rule that a shifter relationship – especially the forming of a triad – should have followed. But it hadn’t mattered then and it definitely didn’t matter now.
“Okay,” she said, brushing her hair out of her face and sitting up.
It had been a long night and they’d barely gotten a few hours of sleep each. It was enough, all things considered, because Rio hadn’t felt so alive in a long time. He stretched lazily before scooping up Kayla’s clothes and putting them next to her so she could dress. His greedy eyes kept tracking her every move, wishing that he could stop her from covering up those lovely curves of hers – even if she had become a little bit skinnier now, and more muscled.
Obviously someone’s not feeding her enough, he thought absently, though the idea struck him like a mallet to the chest.
Even imagining her with someone else was viscerally painful. Sure, both he and Ryker had fooled around since Kayla and he had to assume that she had as well – six years was an impossibly long time to go without sex – but none of it had meant anything to Rio or Ryker. How could it? They both knew that Kayla was their mate and the fact that they’d lost her had plagued them since the day she left.
He shook his head as he pulled on his pants and stepped into his unlaced combat boots, dried blood still clearly evident on them. He’d worry about that later. While he was pulling on his shirt, Kayla got up as well and wiggled into the tight pair of jeans that he’d peeled off of her last night during their first round of fun.
Seeing her shimmy back into them, the fabric sliding over her round, maddeningly lush ass was the best thing Rio had seen in a while. Definitely something to
save for the future.
He grinned to himself as he caught Ryker enjoying the same view.
“What?” Kayla asked, quirking a brow and smiling uncertainly as she turned to see the Tyren twins looking at her like she was a steak ripe for grilling.
“Nothin, don’t mind us,” Rio said with a chuckle, reaching a hand for her as she was putting on her weapons belt.
She still wore the same knife she’d always preferred, but the gun was definitely something new. Something Rio’d have to ask about when he got the chance.
Since when does she need to shoot anyone? That was our deal.
Kayla took Rio’s hand and while Ryker fished out a cigar from his belt pocket, Rio went to the door and opened it. They walked through the room where Kayla had been held last night and then onto the main gathering area, which was a very lofty way to call a slightly larger mostly-metal room in the bunker of a safehouse.
The rest of the squad was already waiting for them and Spade was standing in the middle, backed by his two guards once more. Rio wasn’t even sure why the man insisted on bringing them – if the wrath of Shifter Squad Nine turned on him completely, then there was no way that the three of them could take all of Shifter Squad Nine.
Right?
Pursing his lips, he took one look at the lean, static form of Spade. He wanted to answer with a resounding yes, but Spade had something about him that made even the wildest of shifters take a step back and reconsider their options.
Unnerving, really.
“So, I’m beginning to think that everyone here has some long lost girlfriend tucked away in the mountains somewhere for Spade to wheel out whenever it’s suitable to him. I’m almost jealous. I wish I had mail-order pussy like that,” Prowler mused out loud, flicking the edge of a long knife in his hands so close that he was constantly on the verge of cutting himself.