by Jennifer Ann
Laughing, I pull her close and press a kiss on her perfect little nose. “I’ll never refer to you as my ‘bitch.’”
She snuggles into me, the soft curves of her body makin’ my cock bat-shit crazy. “Smart move. I’ll probably deck you if you ever do.”
I glance over at Ranger sittin’ in the truck, eyes fixed into the darkness straight ahead. The night he was alone with Harley down in San Diego I wanted to fuckin’ kill him, but I’ve made peace with it, especially now that Harley has agreed to be my wife. Hearin’ her declare that she does in fact love him on some level stirs a funny feelin’ in my gut regardless.
Though I feel possessive as fuck about this sexy woman, and wouldn’t want her goin’ off with Ranger on her own, the thought of givin’ them a last chance to be together adds to the pride swelling in my chest.
“We’ll tell ‘im together,” I say, turnin’ back to Harley and takin’ her chin between my fingers. “Then we’ll invite ‘im to join us one last time before we walk down that aisle.”
A sharp gasp falls from her parted lips. “Colt—”
“I want this, darlin’. Seein’ my best friend worship your body and watchin’ you squirm from his touch is the best natural high there is.” I stroke her face, grinnin’ so wide it feels as if my lips will split. “So long as he understands it won’t happen again after I’ve put a ring on your finger, I’m all for it. It’d be good for you an’ him to have one last run together.”
Eyes wide and giant smile curlin’ her lips, she perches on the tip of her toes and drags me down to meet her mouth, ravagin’ me with her tongue as her perky tits brush against my chest. She hums inside my mouth when her hand discovers my hard cock.
Fuckin’-a, this little ball of fire will one day be the death of me.
When the pressure of my hard-on turns unbearably painful, I groan and fist her hair to gently pull her off. “Let’s get outta here before I decide we’re doin’ this right here in the parkin’ lot.”
“I have a much better idea,” she says, eyes dancin’.
I couldn’t give a shit less if she takes me to the laundry mat. Whatever’s makin’ her beautiful face light up that way, I’m already on board. And so is my cock.
42
HARLEY
The amount of electricity sizzling through the air between the three of us is hard to ignore as it burns a path of desire through my body. Every time Colt’s heated gaze finds me or his fingertips make contact with my skin, I swear I’m going to come undone and flood my underwear like a monsoon right on the doorstep. Ranger was quiet when I gave him directions on where to go, but I’m confident he’ll spark back to life if things go the way I plan.
When Mac finally opens her apartment door, I’m pleased to see her wearing nothing more than a pair of lacy underwear, and a loose t-shirt that hangs off one shoulder, giving us an eyeful of creamy white skin beneath her tattoo of a pin-up motorcycle babe. Dark hair spills over her shoulders in giant curls.
When I sent her a text on the way over, asking if she was up for a little fun, I figured she’d be game. The dark centers of her tits are visible through the thin fabric, and her bright green eyes—standing out with a skilled application of makeup—pass over the three of us with heightened curiosity.
“You always answer your door dressed like that?” Ranger growls.
Laughing, I sling my arm around his waist. “Don’t mind him, he’s just protective,” I tell Mac with a wink that only her and I can see. “Glad you weren’t busy.”
“Are you kidding me? I always have time for hot bikers,” she answers with a giggle. As she holds the door open wide, she stares directly at Ranger. “Come on in.”
Ranger tips his chin back at her as he enters, a small smile creeping over his lips.
This is already going well. Better than I thought.
The tiny eclectic apartment isn’t quite as messy as the last time I visited, but there’s still an overall feeling of disarray in the way nothing seems to be in its place. When Mac stands in the center of it, arms held out at her side and gaze still lit with interest, I can’t imagine her living anywhere else. “Welcome to my casa,” she tells Ranger with a smirk.
“Thanks for having us over,” I say, walking over to her side. I rest my arm on her shoulder and face the guys. “I hoped you could help us out with a last minute party.”
Ranger and Colt both watch me carefully, though their expressions tell completely different stories. Ranger’s definitely curious where this is headed, while Colt looks ready to tear my clothes off.
“Always willing to lend a helping hand,” Mac answers playfully.
Colt hides a choking laugh behind his hand, likely recalling the image of her pleasuring herself as we had sex at her side.
I have to bite back a laugh as well. “Colt and I wanted to tell Ranger something, and I thought maybe the four of us could celebrate the news together.”
Ranger’s eyes widen. “You’re pregnant?”
“Hell no!” I answer with a bursting laugh. Not wanting to drag him along, I blurt, “Me and Colt are getting married.”
At first I catch a glimmer of disappointment in Ranger’s big brown eyes, then a giant smile crosses his lips. “Shit. That’s the best news I’ve heard all week.” He claps Colt on the back. “Well done, hoss. Glad you’re not lettin’ the best thing that ever happened to you get away.”
Colt’s irresistible, boyish grin appears when he meets my gaze. “Fuckin’ right. I wasn’t about to waste any time once I knew I wanted her to be mine.”
“Congrats, you two,” Mac purrs, slipping her arm around my waist and covering me with the scent of vanilla. “I’d like to think I had a little something to do with this joyous news.”
“That’s part of the reason we wanted to come here tonight—to properly thank you for your help,” I say, moving my eyes onto Ranger’s. “We’ve shared Ranger in the past, but now that we’re getting married, it’s time for him to move on and find his own kind of happiness.”
Ranger’s lips part like he wants to say something when he looks between me and Mac. Finally his eyes settle on her, and a flicker of understanding lights his face.
“Well then,” Mac says, her cherry-red lips puckered with a smirk, “if we’re ready to party, then you three are wearin’ a helluva lot of clothes. You do something about that and I’ll set up some celebratory shots.”
I can’t hold back laughter when Colt quickly bends to untie his boots. One thing’s clear—he’s going to make one hell of a compliant husband. My heart sputters once he’s totally naked, hard muscles and beautiful tattoos exposed for my eyes to feast on. Eyes locked on him, I seductively strip from my boots, jacket, jeans, and shirt until I’m down to my underwear and black bra.
Ranger is a bit slower in getting undressed, and keeps glancing between me and Colt like he’s waiting for us to announce we’re full of shit. Once he’s done, I forget I’m supposed to be getting undressed and gasp as my body is now burning with a torch of desire.
The sight of the two gorgeous men standing side-by-side with their beautiful cocks hard and ready will never fail to steal my breath away. It makes my underwear wet when I recall the first time the three of us were together. Pulse racing, all at once I’m eager to burst forward and lap their ink and muscles with my tongue.
When I realize this is the last time it’ll happen, a sudden jolt of sadness settles in my gut. I reach up to release Ranger’s long hair from its usual bun, letting it spill over his thick shoulders. Swallowing hard, Ranger glances at Colt.
“Just s’long as everyone in this room knows Harley’s mine,” Colt declares, miraculously stopping short of pounding his chest. “Tonight’s about the two of you sayin’ your goodbyes.”
Nodding at him, Ranger collects me in his huge arms to deliver a smoldering kiss that I feel all the way down to my toes. I grip his face tightly, savoring the way his demanding lips and cinnamon flavored tongue dance with mine as his already slick hard-on presses agains
t my belly.
Fuck me, I could never grow tired of the man’s sensual kisses. I’ll miss them like crazy.
Colt steps in behind me with a dark growl, running the pads of his fingertips along the edge of my underwear inside my thigh and brushing his lips across my shoulders as his hard length does a dance against my lower back. He releases my bra with his other hand, letting it hang on my arms as he goes right for one of my nipples, kneading it between his fingers.
My underwear instantly soaks with his touch. For a paralyzing moment, I worry I don’t have what it takes to survive another one of our private parties.
We stop when Mac returns—also naked—with four shot glasses threaded through her fingers. Ranger seems shaken with the site of her large breasts and waxed pussy out in the open, but it’s nothing new to me. Still, I’m able to appreciate how beautiful she really is.
“Now this is my kind of party,” she says brightly, handing glasses to me and Colt before stepping in front of Ranger with the remaining two. She wiggles her body up against his, the wicked smile I’ve come to love playing in her lips after she downs her shot. “You’re gonna have to work for yours, big guy.”
A growl rips from Ranger’s throat before he cups her head and drags her close, kissing her in the same unyielding fashion he did with me moments ago. As he grips her ass, she grinds her small body against his magnificent one, humming and fisting his long hair in her hands. They’re so beautiful together that I can’t help but stand frozen at their side and stare. A tinge of jealousy flickers inside my belly.
Colt’s quick to take his shot and nudge mine up to my lips. I swallow the burning liquid down and toss the glass aside to ravage the man I love in a passionate kiss that tastes like whiskey and Colt. After a glorious few moments, he pulls my dangling bra all the way off and dips his head down to taste each of my nipples. With my head tilted back, I grab his hair by its roots and watch as Ranger’s hand slips between Mac’s legs.
My clit pounds demandingly. I never would’ve guessed that getting it on with another couple doing the same only feet away could be so exciting. Well, not until Colt and I performed for Mac, anyway.
Two of Colt’s fingers slip between my soaking folds and I gasp loud enough to grab the attention of Ranger and Mac. From the delighted smirk on her face, I already know she wants to join in before she slinks toward us, pulling a bright-eyed Ranger along. The terrified feeling I had of another woman touching me in prison is nowhere to be seen as she hooks her nimble fingers through the sides of my underwear.
“Tell me if you get uncomfortable, hun,” she whispers in my ear. “It’s all about giving the boys a good show.” I try to swallow several times and fail. With her touching me, my boys may instantaneously combust on the spot.
Colt’s still playing with my tits as she lowers down, slowly slipping my underwear down over my legs, grazing her soft fingers across my sensitive skin. Ranger’s gaze becomes lidded when he bends over Mac to kiss me, his surging tongue seeming to indicate he’s eager to take this to the next level.
I once thought two men pleasuring me was heavenly, but this is enough to blow my fucking mind, especially when I don’t know what Mac’s doing once my underwear have been unhooked from around my feet.
A blinding pressure builds between my legs as I return Ranger’s kiss with Colt sucking on a nipple, one hand tangled in my man’s hair, and the other wrapped around Ranger’s shoulders. “Someone better fucking touch me before I explode!” I beg, panting against Ranger’s mouth.
All at once slim fingers divide the tingling lips between my legs, and a warm tongue slips inside, tapping the nagging yearning and drawing a yowl from my throat. I reach down to grab the head between my legs, delighted when my fingers come into contact with Colt’s wavy hair. Though Mac is beautiful and awesome, I’m not ready to take our relationship to that level, nor do I know that I ever will be with any woman. She is, however, kneeling beside Colt, her fingers still holding my lips apart for him as her mouth slides up and down over Ranger’s giant cock.
I buck and squirm from the sensation of Colt’s mouth against my heat, releasing small cries inside Ranger’s mouth. When I think I feel Mac’s fingers moving against my clit—or did I imagine it?—I dig my fingers into Ranger’s solid shoulders and clamp my teeth around his tongue, releasing a long whimper with the suspected touch.
“Fuckin’-a,” Ranger mutters against my lips, pulling none too lightly on the roots of my hair. His tongue trails a scorching path down the curve of my neck to one of my nipples. He takes it in his teeth, biting down hard until I cry out again as the mix of pleasure and pain catapult me into sexual nirvana.
Ranger’s mouth returns to hover over mine as our foreheads touch. “That’s it, baby,” he coos, kneading the tender flesh of my nipple between his fingers. “Come for us again. One last time.”
His tongue plunges inside my mouth as Colt nips and runs his tongue across my pounding flesh. This time I know I feel Mac’s finger flick over my bud as I’m struck with the granddaddy of all orgasms, the one that puts all others in my lifetime to shame. It’s so jolting, affecting my entire body, that I briefly wonder if that’s how it feels to be zapped with a Taser, only a million times more pleasurable. Earth shattering.
Ranger dips me backward against his embrace as he steals the cries of satisfaction from my lips. He begins to breath heavily through his nose with his own release inside Mac’s mouth. We clutch each other tightly, each of us quivering. This is the end.
With the feel of Colt’s mouth covering one of my breasts, and Mac wedging her naked body between me and Ranger to latch her mouth over the other, I’m reminded that we’re not alone. I can’t let myself get too attached to Ranger, even if a part of my heart will always belong to him. And damn it all to hell if the sensation of another woman sucking on my tit doesn’t rouse the desire I thought we had just sated.
Ranger and I part, exchanging a small grin before focusing on the two lovely souls that just pleasured us. Colt tastes like me when we kiss. Ranger and Mac do the same at our side, making small noises inside their throats. It’s so fucking hot, but I want even more. I coax Colt down to the floor where I settle on my hands and knees, wiggling my ass in the air, not surprised when Mac and Ranger mirror us.
Foil ripping is the only sound to be heard as our men position themselves on their knees behind us while me and Mac are left close enough to touch.
“I’m sure glad I met you,” she whispers, a playful grin on her lips.
“Pretty sure that makes four of us,” I answer with a small rise of heat filling my cheeks.
Then the two gorgeous men who have taught me a whole new level of pleasure and lust each enter us within moments of each other. When Mac’s cherry-red lips make a perfect ‘o’ and she groans in satisfaction, I can’t stop myself from leaning in for a taste of Ranger’s cum still on her lips. Her tongue is cold and petite, her mouth is considerably smaller than the guys.’ It does absolutely nothing for me.
I pull away, smiling politely to let her know that I’m not interested in anything more. I’ve experimented as much as I feel comfortable. Colt’s the only one I want touching me from this point on.
As Colt enters me again and again, the angle allowing for full penetration that’s nothing short of sensational, another epic swell starts between my legs and burns in the pit of my stomach. I’m not ashamed to come again while staring into the eyes of my new best friend. I may not be into messing around with other women, but I definitely like the rush of having someone else watch as my man pleasures me.
Every time I think things with Colt are perfect, they somehow find a way to become even better. It blows my mind knowing I get to spend the rest of my life with the man of my dreams. My badass biker. My very own knight on a shiny new hog.
43
COLT
Even after the wild night with Ranger and Mac, I wake the next morning horny as fuck. Pretty sure it has less to do with the fact that Harley continues to amaze me ev
ery day we’re together, and more to do with the fact that I’m the one she wants to go home with. There were plenty of sparks flyin’ between her an’ Ranger, but she seemed happy to have been given one last chance to be with him without lettin’ him fuck her.
I slip outside to make a few calls before returnin’ to bed. Harley stirs awake with my kisses to her bare back, and flips around to face me. Damn, she’s even hotter first thing in the mornin’ without any makeup, or anything coverin’ her body. It’s somethin’ I’ll definitely never tire of for the rest of my life. I touch her cheek. “Mornin’, beautiful.”
Her fingers wrap around my stiff dick as she grins. “Don’t think I thanked you for the hottest night of my life. God, you have no idea how much I love you, baby.”
“Pretty sure I do,” I answer, dragging her close enough to ravage her lips.
She hums inside my mouth and wraps her small body around me. I’m ready to fuck her properly when we hear the wail of a baby from the next room. We part, and she laughs.
“We need to get out of this damn hotel,” I growl. “We can look at places to rent before we decide where we wanna settle.”
She blows out a deep breath, sendin’ a strand of hair off her face. “Please tell me you have money. You know I’m not going to be able to help with rent unless I find a job. And that won’t be easy until my record is expunged.”
Smilin,’ I kiss the tip of her nose. She’s so fuckin’ cute when she’s worried. “I have more than enough saved. We’re good to go, darlin’.”
“I’ll find a way to make money soon,” she says, her lips twisted with a frown. “I have a plan, I swear. I—”
I shut her up with a kiss. I don’t give a fuck if she doesn’t have a dime to her name and don’t want her worryin’ about bringin’ money into our marriage. She pushes me onto my back and straddles me while we’re still kissin’. I grunt when she lowers herself over me, lettin’ me sink into that gloriously warm pussy.