Shield Her (A Bad Boys in Her Bed Menage, Cop Versus Biker)
Page 10
“Shh,” Carson coaxed, his long arms stretching around both of us. “Can we all just get to the point where we say how insanely happy we are and overwhelmed and how we’re going to make it as perfect and loving for the baby as humanly possible?”
“Yes,” Maddox rasped, stroking at my cheek and kissing softly at my lips. “All of that.”
“Really?” I asked, fighting to stop the waterworks so I could clearly see their faces and read the truth in their eyes.
“Yes,” Carson said, tightening the group hug. “We talk about it a lot, but haven’t wanted you to feel pressured. We thought you were still on the pill.”
His voice quirked at the end and I laughed. “I was! But the pharmacy stopped carrying my brand and the doctor switched me. He thinks maybe that’s why.”
“Doesn’t matter why,” Maddox said, his kisses against my neck sliding from comforting to sensual. “You’re going to have our baby and you’re happy and we’re happy and we still have time to finish framing out the build site for the house.”
“Uh, is it weird that the fact we got you pregnant makes me horny?” Carson asked, nosing my ear before taking a small nip at the lobe.
I giggled. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to screw both of your brains out the last few weeks, I just wanted to tell you first.”
“Show us just how badly you’ve wanted to,” Maddox rasped as he eased me onto my back.
His fingers made quick work of unfastening my jeans as Carson stripped away my top, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
“Damn, baby,” Carson said, burying his face in my cleavage and pulling down the shoulder straps on the bra. “These are going to get so sensitive.”
His lips fastened around a nipple. Maddox, having freed me of my panties, parted my thighs and nestled his mouth against my tongue. I groaned at the contact, spine arching upward.
“Looks like everything is going to be more sensitive,” Carson teased.
“Why am I the only one naked?” I pouted and tried to close off their access until they were equally nude.
Growling, they kept their mouths on me, bodies wiggling expertly as they shimmied out of their clothing without missing a kiss or a lick or a bite.
“Always so wet for us, love,” Maddox said, pulling me away from Carson and onto my feet.
He nodded at the bench Carson had built a few months before. “Take a seat, my friend.”
Grinning, Carson quickly settled onto the center of the bench, his thighs spread wide. Maddox backed me up, then Carson took over, pulling me onto his shaft and draping my legs over his.
Pleasure shuddered through me.
I loved this bench, loved having one of them buried deep in my pussy while I squirmed against the other’s mouth, my nipples being plucked by one or both of my lovers. I loved it just as much when I knelt in front of the bench, my mouth stuffed with cock as the other took position behind me and drove hard and deep.
Let tonight be both, I thought, the pressure already stacking low in my gut. I wanted them both wrung out, sated, all of us in the big bed Carson had built, limp as rag dolls as we cuddled together and faded off to sleep.
Tilting my head, Carson kissed at my shoulder and throat, nibbling just below my jaw line, sucking at the hollow. The entire position was perfect, him curving inside me, everything at just the right height. Maddox’s mouth at my pussy, licking and tugging at the clit, hands massaging my thighs or reaching up to roughly squeeze at my breasts, milking pleasure from the sensitive tips.
Fuck, sweet, sweet, fuck. I arched again, wriggled on Carson’s cock as my nails dug into the side of his thighs. He seized my hips, controlled my attempts to thrust down on him as the constant rhythmic pressure of Maddox’s tongue crowded me toward my first climax.
“Baby really has had been hiding an achy pussy,” Carson teased. “She’s going to need it fucked all night long.”
“Yes,” I demanded, arching my back again and throwing my arms behind me to wrap around his neck.
My mouth cracked open in a long O as Maddox increased his pressure. Biting at my lip, I shook my head for him to ease up, but his eyes were closed. I reached down, placed a fingertip under the pressure point just below each ear, and forced him to stand.
“I want you to know how happy you make me feel, how good,” I said, curling a hand around his cock and tugging him toward me. With two years of practice, I had learned exactly how to suck and lick at his thick cock until he threw his head back and howled.
Growling his approval, Carson pulled my hair in a pony tail and used it to hold my head at just the right angle for him to see what I was doing to his friend without modifying my technique.
“I think I love watching you suck his cock as much as watching you suck mine.”
Mouth full, I squeezed around his shaft. He rewarded me with a throaty laugh and an upward thrust inside me.
“Especially when you’re letting me fuck this hot, sweet pussy,” he growled.
I growled back, the vibrations along Maddox’s fat crown making him moan and seize the sides of my face. Releasing my hair, Carson wrapped his hands around my hips, the fingertips digging in as I leaned forward on his cock, the tilt of my pelvis opening a new world of pleasure that made my eyes roll back in my head.
With no fear of them letting me fall, I rocked back and forth, up Carson’s shaft as I swallowed Maddox’s beefy cock, then all the way down to Carson’s base as I lipped the rim on Maddox’s tip. My spine started to contort, its movements getting more desperate. My pussy wept, juices leaking from it despite the tight seal of having Carson inside me.
Both men panted, fingers squeezing at my flesh. Maddox rocked on his toes, his gaze hot and unfocused as he stared down at me swallowing him deeper and deeper as I squirmed madly atop Carson.
“Reg,” Carson gasped, one hand planted against the center of my breasts to support me as his other hand slid down to rub at my clit.
I choked on Maddox’s cock but wouldn’t release it. He was close, we were all close. I wanted them filling me at both ends. And then I wanted them both on the bench, legs spread wide and me taking them front and back.
“Come with us, baby,” Maddox implored.
“Now, baby, now,” Carson said right before his teeth sank into my shoulder.
I contracted around him, lips gulping up and down Maddox’s cock at the same time. I felt them spurt. I contracted again, tighter and tighter and tighter. My spine whipped a narrow line, its mobility restricted by the cocks being fed into me.
Tighter, so much pressure, so much sweet, aching pressure.
Carson slapped at my mound. I jerked and then he rubbed furiously at my clit. Maddox pulled out, dropped to his knees and sucked at my breasts, mouth moving one to the other while fingers pinched and teased.
I had long ago tripped over the line into my orgasm and they knew it. They drove me on, made my eyes roll up until just the whites showed as they teased and tortured my clit, my nipples, every sensitive spot they could find on me.
Maddox whispered sweet filth in my ears before kissing me.
“Come harder, baby,” he goaded. “Come harder so I can start training that ass for real tonight.”
Yes, fuck, fuck, yes.
“You know you’ve been aching to take me all the way in.”
“Yes.”
“Fantasized about it.”
So, so guilty.
“Played with your toys when we were gone.”
Couldn’t keep secrets from a cop, could I?
“Come again, baby, in my hand,” he ordered, rubbing three fingers wide up and down my clit. “Come so we can show you how over the top crazy you make us want you.”
Fuck…I groaned, grunted, ground tighter and tighter against Carson, his hands gripping my ass, spreading my cheeks as I leaned toward Maddox to tease the opening of my ass with his thumbs. Pussy, clit, ass…I bucked, spasmed then spilled my release over and over into Maddox’s palm.
“So fucking bea
utiful,” Carson groaned, gathering me up in his arms and heading toward the larger-than-king size feather bed he had constructed for the three of us.
Placing me in the center, he snuggled against me as Maddox stuck another log on the fire and drew the drapes on the cabin windows. Crawling in bed with us, Maddox curled against my side, each of them taking turns kissing along my face and neck.
Slowly we drifted off to sleep, the day not over, but all of us ready for a nap. Safe and secure with my men around me, I mused briefly on how horror and the threat of death had brought us to this remote location in the wilds of Montana, a place where no one looked at us sideways for living in the same house, a place where my doctor had given me a knowing grin and told me to congratulate the “dads.”
Without the investigation, none of this might have happened. We would still be moving from lover to lover. Maybe we would have drifted apart, our formerly close friendship something we looked back on with nostalgia.
But we were together, more inseparable than ever.
Love had been stronger than hate.
And for the three of us, it always would be.
##########THE END##########
Visit christawick.com/wickedreads to register for email notices on new releases (two per release), sales, free ebooks, ARC opportunities, contests and more.
Pesky Legal Junk
Copyright © 2015 by Christa Wick
All persons and entities are fictional or fictitiously used. Not for sale to libraries. No lending outside distributor (e.g. Kindle/Nook) terms of service. Otherwise, re-distributing, lending, or reading this e-book without first purchasing a license to do so is illegal and subject to heavy fines.