The Hero

by Amelia Shea

  “Oh fuck.” Gage groaned from behind, and she blushed thinking she didn’t even realize he was fucking her, she had been so lost in Rourke. She heaved forward from the pounding Gage was giving her, and while it felt good, she couldn’t think of anything but getting Rourke off. She smiled when she sucked her lips, making a popping sound and taking him back between her lips. His dark gaze remained on her as her hands traveled over his skin, feeling the sharp muscles of his pecs. Her nails grazed over his nipple, and his body jerked. He must be close.

  “You’re so tight.” Gage slammed inside her, and she lost suction on Rourke sending her up his chest. Gage had to be close, too and she’d ride it out. Not to say it didn’t feel good, it did. But even her body recognized who it wanted. Her mouth lingered over Rourke, licking at his nipple and suckling the tiny bead between her lips.

  Gage pulled out with a grunt. Macy pushed forward, draping her breasts against Rourke’s chest and sliding her lips over his collar bone. His fingers curled around her hip, tugging her closer. Yes. This was exactly where she wanted to be, nestled into his body. Her skin prickled, and her nipples beaded with anticipation. She didn’t think the sexual cuddling would last much longer, though Rourke seemed to be equally enjoying it. His fingers dug into her hips, and his breath labored. She lightly skimmed his neck with a soft kiss and lowered her voice.

  “Fuck me, Rourke.” She licked the lobe of his ear. “Make me come.”

  She barely finished her sentence when she heard the crinkling of the condom wrapper. It must have been Gage because she was aware of Rourke’s grip tightening around her waist. Was Gage going to fuck her again? Was that even possible?

  Rourke turned on his side, and Macy fell onto the mattress. A cool breeze cast over her body. She felt a sharp pang of disappointment. Cuddle time is over. It had been fleeting, knowing what would be coming next. Her stomach tingled, and she curved her lips. With the dim light, she squinted. Rourke grabbed something from Gage, and she followed his hands and watched as he put on the condom. Wow, talk about teamwork. She smiled, and Rourke glanced over, reaching for her. His hands gripped her waist, lifting her over his body as he settled in underneath her.

  She braced her hands on his chest and settled over his cock. He grasped her waist in a soft, gentle hold. So damn soft. Macy peeked up through her lashes and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were hooded, but she didn’t miss the heat in his gaze. Unlike Gage, he didn’t seem eager to get in and be done. His hips jutted forward, and she moaned as his cock stretched out her walls in the most erotic pained pleasure. He slowly entered her, teasing every inch before pulling back and sliding back into her. His hands moved to her back, pulling her down over him. Her temple brushed against his cheek, and her hands gripped the pillow. From the angle he had her in, every time he pulled out a vibrating motion would strum against her, causing her body to shiver from the pressure on her clit. God, it felt good. His hands draped down her back, landing on her ass and squeezing roughly. The moisture from her own sweat grazed against his neck, and she gazed up at him. She hadn’t expected his eyes to be blazing with heat. He rocked his hips, sending her breasts against his chest and his face a mere inch from hers. She glanced down at his lips. Kiss him. She wanted to kiss him, more than she wanted to orgasm. Kiss him. His panting breath fanned her face, and she eased closer, licking her own lips. Would he let her?

  His cock slid out of her pussy so slowly she inadvertently gripped her walls, and he groaned, raising his head. Her lips pressed against the corner of his mouth. One tiny twitch and she’d be kissing him. Before she could move, Gage’s lips were on her back, drawing a line up her spine, in complete sync with Rourke fucking her. His hands guided her shoulders back and she rose, sitting on Rourke with Gage at her back, snaking his hands to her stomach and grazing up to her breasts. Too much feeling, she could barely concentrate on where she was or who was touching her.

  She rocked over Rourke taking him deep. She pressed her hands against the hair on his chest and swiveled over his cock, getting a masculine grunt and his grip tightening on her ass. He was probably leaving his handprint. She peeked open her eyes and found him staring up at her. He was filling her up and moving inside her while Gage teased her nipples, causing a million sensations.

  But it was Rourke and his dark gaze which was causing the heat in her belly, the pumping of her chest, and the crazy rippling friction of her pussy setting her on the verge of an explosive orgasm. Her lids grew heavy, but she couldn’t look away and gasped when his hips angled to the side, and his dick plowed into her. Her fingers dug into his chest, and the corner of her mouth curled, never taking her eyes off him. All she wanted was to fall against his chest and kiss him while she came. He cocked a brow, almost reading her thoughts and tightened his grip on her ass, pulling her toward him. The only thing stopping her from falling over him was Gage’s hold.

  “No faking, Macy, come for us.” Gage’s voice and Rourke’s eyes on her was too much, and she released a moan and came hard. Her body jerked against his cock, and her clit pulsated. It was a long wave of toe-curling ecstasy she rode as she rocked against him.

  She didn’t even bother trying to be quiet. She let go, including her voice, and moaned so loud and long the main bar probably heard her. She felt small beads of sweat trickle down her back as she fell back into Gage’s chest and ignored his small snicker. She was barely aware of anything around her.

  I’m gonna remember this, remember him, forever. Exhaustion hit her as quickly as her orgasm had and she felt loopy and lightheaded. But in the best possible way.

  Once she closed her eyes, her body shifted onto the mattress, and she sunk deeper into the cushion. God, she was seconds from passing out. She sighed, curling into the warmth of the sheets. The whispering wasn’t audible, and she half wondered if they were talking about her and how to get her out of the bed. She was completely drained. They had fucked the energy right out of her. She drew in a breath, taking in the scent of his sheets. It was all Rourke, a masculine pine with a hint of lemon and a faint aroma of campfire. She curled into the pillow and felt herself slipping into sleep.

  No, get up! She knew she should get up, but her muscles were not cooperating. Even though this was her first threesome, she was pretty sure it didn’t usually end with a sleepover. She just needed another minute, and she’d get dressed.

  “Go sleep in your own fucking bed.” The whispered growl was low.

  She jerked up with her lids half open. Rourke glanced down at her and slid his hand over her cheek, pressing her gently into the pillow. Oh, he’s not talking to me.

  Gage chuckled. “I’m beat. Fucking relax, we got short stack separating us, I’m not gonna be grabbing your dick, I just wanna fucking sleep.”

  Her body was taut as her mind snapped up and was acutely aware of the conversation. A warm body brushed against her back. He didn’t embrace or even touch her. She assumed it was Gage, and from the faraway sound of his breathing, he was facing away from her. She inched away and curled up against a hard mass of flesh.

  Rourke.

  Her back stiffened. If he didn’t want to kiss her, then cuddling was out of the question. But he didn’t make a move to shift away. She was tempted to open her eyes again. What was he doing? Was he watching at her? Did he change his mind and want her out? He told Gage to leave, but made it obvious she could stay. Her chest rose, and she curled her hands under her chin, grazing his side.

  Too much thinking. She settled into her pillow, and her chest expanded with each breath, relaxing deeper into the cozy mattress which carried his scent. Her mind was drifting when she felt a soft lingering stroke against her shoulder, caressing up to her neck. His touch was soft and unsure, the calluses were anything but smooth, almost scraping against her bare skin, but so damn gentle. Her heartbeat sped up knowing whose hand was on her, and her mind immediately regretted not trying to kiss him.

  Rourke.

  *

  It was so warm and comfortable that she didn
’t want to move. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt this content. She snuggled into the heat of the soft blankets. She was aware of shuffling around her, but she focused on falling asleep again. The plan was disrupted by a cold hand on her hip, nudging her body. She turned her face swiping it against the pillow and peered up. Gage was leaning over her. She glanced down his body utterly confused. He was fully dressed.

  “Gotta get up.” He glanced at his phone then back to her. “Leaving in five.” His seductive tone from last night was gone. Her time limit was a warning. She had no desire to move at all, but his stern expression made it clear. The night was over, and it was time to leave.

  She nodded and watched him linger around the bed, picking up something from the floor. He tossed her thong on the edge of the bed and then disappeared. She dropped her face in the pillow, remembering the night before and how she got here.

  Threesome.

  Her face heated but not from the pillow. She had a threesome with two bikers. Two bikers. Even thinking it seemed like something out of a dirty romance novel. Her lips quirked at the memory. She turned her face to the opposite side, slowly opening her eyes. His jean clad large thighs came into sight. Her gaze drifted up his body, taking in his knotted abs. She had licked those abs up to his pecs, the memory of her tongue circling his taut nipples and loving the sound of the most masculine, virile groan. Her gaze traveled to his thick neck, stubbled chin, and lips, lingering on his mouth. Just the thought of his lips made her wet. She twisted her legs in hopes of combatting the moisture pooling between her thighs. She peeked up through her lashes, locking her stare on the darkest eyes she’d ever seen before. They were almost black with a tinge of purple. She had never had the guts to stare too long, until last night.

  Rourke had always come off as intense and dangerous. From his eyes to his dark brown hair which seemed even darker in the dim light last night. Now? She caught a few highlights which she assumed were completely natural. I can’t picture him sitting in a salon chair. It was a contrast from most of the guys in the club. It was longer on the top, usually slicked back, and cut shorter on the sides, drifting into his neatly trimmed full beard. A tingling sensation trickled over her breasts, remembering the hair prickling over her skin. Heat blazed over her cheeks, and she waited. No reaction.

  He gave her no smile, not even a small curl of his lips. She often wondered if Rourke ever smiled. She had never seen it. Though she did catch a small smirk last night. She curled her lips and mumbled, “Morning.”

  Nothing. Not a twitch of his lips, not a flick of his brow. He was like a mass of stone. Whatever she thought she saw last night was long gone, along with any affection he might give her. She expected it.

  “You got one minute, babe,” Gage said from across the room.

  She yawned, covering her mouth and rising on her stomach to her elbows.

  “Okay.” She glanced back at Gage, sitting on the recliner in the corner, tying his boots. Her head came back to her pillow. She’d love to drop her head and go back to sleep. She sighed, looking up at Rourke who hadn’t stopped glaring at her. She didn’t take offense. He glared at everyone, especially her. Some people had resting bitch face; Rourke had the permanent glare. She didn’t have any preconceived notions that a night of sex would change him. She shifted in the sheets which wrapped around her legs. She fell slightly in his direction. Again, he didn’t move.

  She glanced up and smiled, getting no reaction from him. Staring at his eyes then trailing down to his mouth, she moved on impulse. I should have kissed him. She got the warning last night from Gage. Kissing wasn’t Rourke’s thing. She wondered if the small scar cutting into his lower lip down to his chin made him self-conscious. She would stay in wonderment. Asking him would probably piss him off, and right now, he already looked unhappy. Of course he was.

  He probably wants my ass out of his bed.

  Still, she couldn’t help her urge, and she knew this would be a one-time deal. She had no desire to make this a regular occurrence. It was one and done when it came to threesomes. And didn’t expect an invitation into Rourke’s bed again. This was it. Last chance, Macy.

  Her curiosity got the best of her. She leaned in slowly, his eyes watching her, showing no emotion. He also didn’t retreat from her advance. She’d bet Rourke didn’t back away from anything. Her lips parted as she inched closer. He had to know what was coming, giving him plenty of time to move away, or worse, push her away. A slight push from him would most likely send her flying off the bed. She had never seen someone so fierce and strong like the man watching her.

  One inch closer and she closed her eyes, meshing her lips against his tense hard mouth. She gently puckered her lips, kissing him softly. He didn’t move an inch. She swiped her tongue against his bottom lip, angling her head to the side and applying pressure. It was a demand to open to her.

  He didn’t.

  She grazed her teeth along the same lip, licking at the seam. His lips, though giving her nothing, felt amazing. She kissed him again before pulling back slightly. His eyes heated and made her wonder if breaking their rules were worth it.

  She curled her lips and whispered, “Thanks for last night.” His lids lowered slightly. She eased back and turned to gather the sheets around her body and pulled up into a sitting position. She scanned the room for her clothes strewn around the floor.

  His voice behind her sent chills down her spine. “I’ll take her home. You go.”

  She glanced over her shoulder to see his stare now pinned on the corner of the room. Slowly, like a predator, they shifted to her in the sexiest and scariest way. Her heart raced, and she glanced over at Gage. His face twisted in shock then hardened when he locked eyes with her. By the look he was giving her, he was not happy about the rule she just broke.

  He turned back to Rourke. “I can’t stay, Kase called. Needs me to ride out.”

  “Then fucking go. I got this.”

  Gage glanced between her and Rourke. The room was drowned into an awkward silence. She watched the two men, suspecting they were having a silent conversation. About me? She turned slightly and caught Gage looking directly at her as though he was inspecting her. His tight features eased, and his eyes widened slightly. When his stare landed on Rourke again, he tilted his head and curled his lip.

  “You sure?”

  Macy shifted her gaze to Rourke, who merely nodded.

  “Can’t believe I missed it, brother. Shoulda said something.” Gage laughed. “Okay, then I’m outta here.” He grabbed his cut and walked to the door. He paused before exiting. “Thanks for hanging with us last night.” He winked and closed the door behind him.

  Wait, missed what? Said what? His comment didn’t make any sense, leaving Macy completely confused.

  She stared at the closed door and wondered if she had made a huge mistake kissing Rourke. She barely had time to react when his hand wrapped around her arm and yanked her across the bed. She was caught off guard, but the move didn’t hurt her. Shocked the hell out of her, yes, but though his grip was tight, it wasn’t painful. Her head came in view with his chest, and she moved to face him.

  “You want me to get dressed?”

  “When I’m done with you.” His voice was low and feral. She shivered and glanced down his body taking in the large bulge from his jeans. She glanced back up at him, and he nodded.

  “Suck me off.”

  She gasped. Never in her life had anyone demanded a blow job. She should have been offended, possibly outraged. The strange thing was? She wasn’t. She found his dominant command sexy and arousing. With any other man, she probably would have told him to fuck off. Not Rourke. Yeah, cause he’s the real deal, not some bossy asshole trying to play the part. A slow heated tingling over her skin caused a shiver. With his demand, she found herself getting wet and her nipples beading in arousal. She sat up and unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper. Her hands gripped the waist of his pants and slid them down his thick thighs, letting his long cock bounce aga
inst his stomach. He was so hard.

  She swiped her hair to the side and leaned forward. His hand jutted out, gripping her shoulder, stopping her. She flickered her eyes to him.

  “Like you did last night,” he growled.

  She was confused. She stared back at him, trying to gauge what he was saying. She couldn’t. She was completely confused. Her hand reached out, taking him in her palm and slowly hovering over his cock. Maybe that’s what he meant? She lowered her head to take him between her lips, and his arm shot out, gripping her hair in a gentle tug, and she fell over his chest. Her heart raced, and her hands squeezed his chest.

  Her eyes widened, and finally, she saw something flicker in his gaze. He lightened his hold on her hair but didn’t completely release her.

  “Like last night.” His tone was graveled and rough.

  She shook her head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Yeah, you do.” He guided her face toward his chest, and once her lips touched his chest, he emitted a small gasp. She gazed up, and finally, it hit her like a light bulb going off in her head. She kissed his chest again and watched his eyes heat. Rourke likes foreplay. She had spent a good amount of time lingering over his neck, chest, and stomach when she was getting fucked from behind by Gage. She kissed a path to his pec and circled her tongue over his nipple. Against her lips, she could feel his heart pounding.

  She dragged her loose hand against his stomach, angling down toward his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and jerked slowly, in rhythm with her kisses. His hand slipped away from her hair and down her back in a soft caress which seemed out of character for him. The rough and rugged Rourke was unbelievably gentle. She kept pace with tugging on his cock and moved up his body, sucking on his neck, making her way toward his chin. He may not be into it, but she wanted to kiss him again. He hadn’t given her any response ten minutes ago, but again, her impulse led her actions.