by Leah Brooke
Ryder smiled and ran his lips over her forehead. “I know.”
She shivered at the feel of Dillon’s lips against her back. Digging her knees into the sofa, she fought to move, but Ryder tightened his hold, keeping her firmly against him.
She moaned, another shiver going through her when Dillon ran a trail of kisses down her back and to her bottom, the building anticipation of what they were about to do to her both scaring and arousing her. She shook everywhere already, unsure if she could handle it.
Dillon touched a finger, cold with lube against her bottom hole, sending a spike of vulnerability through her and awakening nerve endings in a place that always seemed foreign and decadent no matter how many times they touched her there.
“Hold on to Ryder, Alison.”
The huskiness in his deep voice told her the calmness he’d injected into it didn’t come easily.
Shaking harder now, she let go of the sofa, more because she needed to hold on to Ryder’s strength than because Dillon had told her to. Burying her face in his neck, she sucked in a sharp breath when Dillon started to press a finger into her, letting it out as a harsh moan when Dillon moved it around inside her.
“Ryder. Hold me. Oh, God. I don’t think I can do this.”
Closing his arms around her, Ryder kissed her hair. “I’ve got you, babe. Just hold on to me.” The tension in his voice made her feel much better.
Dillon withdrew his finger and bent to kiss her back again. “More lube and two fingers this time. Just try to relax this tight ass for me.”
Gripping Ryder, she tried to push his T-shirt out of the way, desperate to feel his warm, bare skin against hers. Alarmed at the overwhelming vulnerability of having her bottom so open and accessible left her feeling defenseless and a little scared, and she needed reassurance.
Already aroused and with Ryder’s cock deep inside her pussy, she couldn’t focus on any one thing, the bombardment to her senses leaving her feeling shattered. Needing something solid and warm to hold on to, she whimpered and tightened her hands on Ryder.
“Ryder. Please. I need to feel you. Please.”
The last word came out as a sob as Dillon pushed two fingers into her, forcing her puckered opening to stretch wider, the erotic burning making her cry out.
Ryder’s cock jumped inside her, his groan harsh as he buried his face in her hair.
“Hang on to me, darlin’. I’ve got you. Oh, hell, you turn me inside out like nothing else.”
Dillon swept a hand over her back. “Ryder, damn it, can’t you hold on to her? She’s wiggling all over the place.”
With a groan, Ryder moved her on his cock, chuckling softly.
“I like her wiggling. She’s moving that hot pussy all over my cock and squeezing the hell out of it.”
With his hands in her hair, he lifted her head.
“Aren’t you, darlin’? You ready for Dillon’s cock?”
Digging her nails into Ryder’s shoulders, she tried to rock against him, but he murmured something into her hair and tightened his arms around her, the whipcord strength in his arms not allowing her to move at all.
“Yes. I want it. I want to feel both of you. I want to move. I’m scared, but I want it.”
She held on tight, her anus clamping down on Dillon’s fingers as he withdrew. Her clit felt as though it had a life of its own, tingling and throbbing to the beat of her heart.
The nerve endings in her bottom came alive like never before, the need to have her anus filled so alarming and foreign, she struggled to fight against it.
The sound of foil ripping from behind her made her pulse jump and sent a chill through her. Her mind ceased to function, her body so overwhelmed with sensation it made it almost impossible to think.
At the first touch of Dillon’s cock at her puckered opening, she stilled, digging her knees into the sofa cushion. Her mind screamed that she couldn’t do this, but her body craved having both Dillon and Ryder inside her.
She wanted to be taken like never before by the two men she knew would make it good for her and would make it an incredible experience she’d never forget.
Shaken by the fact that the tender inner walls of her bottom tingled with awareness, she cried out as the head of his cock breached her opening, relentlessly pushing through the tight ring of muscle and into her, the raw power of his thrust stealing her breath.
Her bottom stung, the rough curses coming from Dillon making her tighten on him and making the sting even stronger.
She cried out, her knees digging into the soft cushion beneath her, the muscles in her thighs tight and trembling. “Ryder. Oh, God. Help me.”
Ryder held strong, his voice like broken glass.
“Easy. I’ve got you.”
Dillon held on to her hips, his voice a low growl.
“Easy. Hold on to Dillon. Fucking tight. Do you know what it feels like to know that no one else has ever had this ass before? Easy, honey. I’ve got the head in.”
His voice had that hard edge she loved so much, but also held a desperation she’d never heard in it before.
“Oh, God. I’m so full.” Her slit burned, her pussy clenching repeatedly on Ryder’s cock as Dillon’s moved his hips, working more and more of his cock into her with each shallow stroke.
Releasing Ryder, she gripped the back of the sofa crying out in pleasure, the emotion welling up inside her like little bubbles racing through her veins.
Feeling as wild as Ryder and deliciously wicked, she threw her head back and cried out again, thrilling at the decadent sensations running through her. Trembling at the chills racing up and down her spine, she called out their names, shocked and thrilled by their responses to her desperate cries.
Dillon stilled for just a moment before sliding a hand into her hair, using the other to hold her hip steady, and growled into her ear.
“Mine, damn it. Mine.”
He sank the last few inches into her, his lips pressing hard against her temple when she shuddered and cried out again.
“That’s it. Be still. Let your body adjust, baby.”
Baby.
That one little word calmed her as nothing else could.
Even though she couldn’t see Dillon’s eyes, that one word connected them in ways she wouldn’t have thought possible.
“And for God’s sake, don’t move.”
Sandwiched between them, their hard bodies pressing against hers, their groans and harsh breathing mingling with her own moans and panting breaths, Alison experienced a surge of sexual power unlike anything she could have imagined.
Having both of them inside her this way had to be the most erotic and wicked thing she’d ever done.
She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be so incredibly full, to become so focused on pleasure and the two men inside her, two men who possessed more of her than just her body. Every breath they took washed over her.
Holding on to Ryder and moving as little as possible, she pressed her face against his chest, breathing in the scent of male and sex.
So warm and familiar.
Her body adjusted in increments to their possession, the tender inner walls of her pussy and anus rippling all around them, struggling to adjust to the hard cocks filling her.
Dillon slipped his hands around her from behind, lifting her and pinching her nipples between his strong fingers as he slowly withdrew his cock several inches from her bottom.
“You buck and I’ll paddle your ass.”
Her eyes flew open, meeting Ryder’s glittering ones. Whimpering at the feel of the friction of Dillon’s cock moving in her bottom, she clamped her knees against Ryder in an effort to be still. She tried to speak, but nothing came out except another moan as Ryder gripped her hips and surged deep.
Almost immediately, Ryder lifted her and tilted his hips, withdrawing several inches just as Dillon thrust deep into her ass again.
They did it again. And again.
The constant friction in her pussy and ass, the tug of h
er nipples each time Dillon moved, and the rub of her clit each time Ryder lowered her onto his cock made her putty in their hands, stunning her so much that she only moved when they moved her.
Their cocks filled her, stretched her, took her with such force and confidence, such caring, that she found herself lost in sensation, trusting them completely.
Fuller than she could have ever imagined, she felt taken as never before, in what had to be the naughtiest and most erotic thing she’d ever done in her life.
But the affection she felt for both men made it more. Much more.
It filled empty spaces inside her she hadn’t even known needed to be filled.
She shook so hard she could barely hold on to Ryder, but their firm grips kept her steady and secure. Waves of heat washed over her, the sharp spasms of pleasure making her jolt in their arms.
Ryder kept his eyes on her face the entire time, his jaw tight.
“That’s it, darlin’. Clamp that fucking pussy on me. Faster, Dillon. She’s gonna come.”
“No shit.”
Dillon released her breasts to wrap a hard arm around her waist, bracing himself with the other hand on the back of the sofa by Ryder’s head.
“She’s gonna come in my arms, with my cock deep in her ass.”
The need to come became a living, breathing thing, the sharp arrows of pleasure taking her higher and higher but not allowing her to go over.
“Fuck me harder, damn you.”
She could almost feel their shock.
She even had a few moments to glory in it before both of them cursed and let loose, as though they’d been holding part of themselves back until then.
Ryder’s hands tightened on her hips.
“You wanna be fucked harder, darlin’? You got it.”
Dillon took his hand from her waist and fisted her hair, tilting her head back and to the side, his breath hot on her cheek.
“This ass is mine, baby. You’re so fucking tight. That’s it. Let go. There’s no way you can hold back now. Ryder and I own this ass, baby, and don’t you ever forget it.”
God, she loved when he talked like that. She loved his possessiveness and dominance, a caring dominance.
Gentleness and dominance were two things she’d never imagined would work together, but they did, each making the other more potent and exciting.
Staring down at Ryder, she cried out, the friction and too full feeling overwhelming her. Still, she needed to prove herself strong enough for them and couldn’t resist the chance to defy them.
“Only when I, oh God, I’m going to come, only when I give it to you. Aahhh!”
It slammed into her, a wave of pleasure so strong it stunned her. Her almost breathless scream came from deep within, the pleasure mingling with the warm caring of the men wrapped around her in a way that warmed her from within.
“I can’t. Stop. Coming. Too full. Burns. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Ever.”
Her pussy and ass clamped down on them, the fullness so overwhelming she whimpered.
Dillon cursed and surged deep only seconds before Ryder did the same, both of them holding her against them as their cocks pulsed inside her.
The huge swell finally released her from its grip, and like a puppet that has had its strings cut, she collapsed against Ryder.
Still trembling, she struggled to breathe, grateful for the strength surrounding her. She welcomed their warmth, especially when the trembling continued.
She didn’t know how long they remained like that, but when Dillon moved, she found herself jerked back to awareness, leaving her wondering if she’d fallen asleep.
Moaning, she automatically held on to Ryder as Dillon began to withdraw.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Don’t move. I can’t believe how that feels.”
Dillon chuckled and ran a hand over her ass. “As much as I’d like to spend the rest of my life in this ass, I can’t. Come on. I’ll wash you in the shower.”
“No.” Snuggling against Ryder, she closed her eyes again. “I can’t stand. Just let me stay here.”
Dillon turned, frowning. “You moaned. Are you all right? Fuck, we didn’t hurt your back, did we?”
Laughing, Alison stretched. “Nope. But my butt is sore.”
Running a hand over it, Ryder chuckled. “I’ll be glad to massage it for you.”
The sound of her cell phone ringing made Alison jump.
“Hell.”
She started to get up, but Ryder held her as a still-naked Dillon changed direction and headed for her cell phone.
“Damn it, Dillon.”
“Hush.” He pressed the button to answer and put the phone to his ear, his expression grim.
“What?”
Surprised at his tone, she exchanged a look with Ryder, grateful for his help in getting to her feet. Watching Dillon’s face, a cold chill went through her, and she raced to get dressed.
“Yeah, this is Dillon Tanner.”
Ryder rubbed a hand over her shoulder and pulled her close.
“Relax. Dillon can handle whoever’s on the phone.”
Dillon expression softened as he winked at her.
“That’s good news. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Thanks.”
He hung up and held out a hand to stop her before she could even speak.
“That was Mark Reynolds, your attorney, the one that you obviously called because you didn’t trust us to handle it. He said that he’s already talked to the prosecutor. The trial is the talk of the town around Muskogee. Danny’s keeping quiet until the trial. He’s not pressing any charges against you for now. He’s waiting until he gets up on the stand, and then he plans to accuse you of attacking him at his house, and then again here. He’s going to claim both were self-defense. He thinks if he waits until the trial, it’ll cause more of a stir. He’s using that time to gather witnesses to support his story.”
Alison blinked. “How the hell is that good news? Sure, he’s not going to try to have me arrested now, but he will as soon as I go back. Damn it, Dillon, you don’t know these people. You guys live in a dream world.”
“Excuse me?”
Angry for letting herself get lost in the fantasy, she met his furious look squarely.
“Desire, Oklahoma is not the real world. People don’t live this way. Sure, it’s fun and exciting having sex with two men, but this kind of fantasy would never survive the real world. Men who share a woman would eventually get jealous of each other and fight. Your rules are crazy. What kind of woman would put up with being spanked if she did something her men didn’t like?”
He reached her in three strides, gripping her chin and kissing her hard.
“You would, baby doll—and I’d make damned sure you liked it.”
Chapter Sixteen
“I don’t want to talk about it!”
Ryder sighed and looked up from where he stood at the garage sink washing his hands in time to see Ally storm past him. Turning at the waist, he watched with a combination of resignation, frustration, and amusement as Ally threw open the back door and stomped out, slamming the door closed behind her.
Her long, dark hair streamed out behind her as she flew past the window, her hurried strides taking her to the stairs leading up to the apartment.
Breathing a sigh of relief, as he had several times already this week, that she hadn’t attempted to storm out of their lives, Ryder turned off the water with a flick of his wrist. The silence enabled him to make out Dillon’s inventive curses more clearly, and he reached for one of the paper towels from the stack over the sink and turned.
He took his time drying his hands, waiting for Dillon’s anger to subside somewhat. Lifting a brow when a wrench went flying into the concrete block wall, he bit back a smile.
“As much stock as we put into keeping our tools in good condition, you must be really pissed to throw one. I’m supposed to be the one with the temper.”
Finished, he tossed the towel into the can and gestured toward the window. “And yet I’ve spent
the last several days acting as a buffer between you two.”
Dillon threw a dirty rag aside and walked across the room to retrieve the wrench, shooting a glare at Ryder.
“Nobody told you to. I don’t need a fucking buffer to deal with Alison.”
Leaning back against the sink, Ryder studied his friend.
Dillon had always been the cool one, but this week he’d exploded several times, his frustration with Ally’s refusal to talk about the trial, her ex-boyfriend, or anything beyond next Friday growing more every day.
Folding his hands over his chest, Ryder braced himself, not trusting Dillon with the wrench in his hand.
“Somebody needs to with the way the two of you are butting heads this week. Why do you keep harping at her? If she doesn’t want to talk about it, let it go.”
Dillon hung his head, running his fingers back and forth over the wrench, his voice so low Ryder had to strain to hear him.
“She’s not planning to come back. She’s gonna leave us.”
A cold ball of ice formed in Ryder’s stomach. “Bullshit. She’s just scared that she’s going to jail. She’s not. We both know that. We’ve both told her that her attorney already has his arguments ready, and Danny’s gonna end up looking like a fool for even suggesting it. She’s just nervous about it. We have a booth tonight. We’re just gonna have to take her mind off of it.”
Dillon sighed and lifted his head.
“I wish I believed that. No, Alison doesn’t believe that we can make things work here. She’s halfway out the door already.”
* * * *
Alison shot wary glances at both Dillon and Ryder as they walked into the restaurant, not trusting their moods at all.
Ever since they’d come up to the apartment after she’d stormed out of the garage this afternoon, Dillon had been nothing but polite, but in that cool way he had that made her nervous as hell.
Dillon being cool and polite was not to be trusted.
Ryder, on the other hand, kept smiling, an innocent smile that made her even more nervous.
As soon as they walked through the door of the restaurant, Brandon approached, his dark good looks drawing several feminine stares. It irked her even more that some of the women also eyed Dillon and Ryder, even though she stood right between them.