I haven’t seen Tammy since I graduated high school. We were always close, but after she enlisted in the Air Force and I left for college, we lost track of each other. Hugging her is like slipping into a well-worn pair of jeans or walking straight back into an old life.
It’s a consoling familiarity.
“Kayla Kincade! What are you doing here?” She squeezes me so tightly, my back cracks. “I thought you walked away from this scene forever ago?”
“I did.” I strain to breathe as heartbreaking memories pelt me like bullets. “It’s sort of a long story.”
“I got the time, girlfriend.” Tammy’s twang springs off her syllables.
Tammy grew up on one of the most rural farms in the area. She’s a tall, thin, country girl with five overprotective brothers, who shoots straight from the hip. She can also ride anything with two wheels and has no problem showing you up while she does so. I remember when she schooled her oldest brother on a dirt bike. It was then and there she earned the respect of every man in her family. She was a sore winner, kicking up mud right in his face. But I guess when you’re the only girl swimming in a sea of testosterone, you need to make your statements where you can.
I angle my face away from her, determined to suppress the toilsome emotions. Tammy turns my cheek, sweet compassion gushing out of her big hazel eyes. Just being in her presence teleports me back to the past.
“All feels real again, huh?”
“For a minute.” I try to smile, fighting off the sadness before it drags me under. Before the guilt swallows me whole. It only takes a split second before I’m suffocating.
“So don’t think about the past, and tell me what you’re doin’ here! On the back of Reese Dane’s bike, no less.” She shakes me excitedly. “You’re every woman’s target tonight. Including mine!”
I turn red, restraining a smirk. “It just sort of happened. I was his nurse when he got hurt.”
“His nurse?” She puts her hands on her hips. “That’s it?”
“Yes, his nurse. That’s it.”
“And what are you now?” she pries.
Tammy’s no idiot. Neither am I, and neither is Reese. Showing up at a rally with a girl on your bike says something. Specifically, she’s mine.
I glance back at Reese and Dev, both glaring at me in completely different ways. Reese looks like he wants to eat me alive; Dev looks like he wants to murder me. Who can blame him? At the moment, he probably hates me. And why shouldn’t he? I slept with him, then ignored his every phone call and text. And trust me, there were numerous. I drilled it into his head that I want nothing to do with bikers, and then have the audacity to show up at a rally, of all places, an hour after I fucked his twin brother in broad daylight.
I’m a walking fucking contradiction. Truth is, I was so ass backward after what happened with the two of them that I didn’t know what to do. I needed time to sort things out.
Dev is the dangerous one. Plain and simple. I know when he looks at me, it’s more than just physical attraction. I felt it when he touched me, when he kissed me. It was emotionally charged. Being with Dev felt final. Being with Reese felt free—no strings attached. No chance to get hurt. I knew he never planned to stay. He was an easy out. At least, that was my impression until he showed up clear out of the blue. I’m in the worst possible situation. Caught between two men I yearn for equally. Desire equally.
“Now, we’re . . . friends?” I try to simplify it.
“You asking or telling?”
“I’m not really sure, to be honest.” I laugh. “I’m just trying to let it all sink in.”
“I understand that. Reese Dane is definitely one fine piece of man. I’d let him sink in all night long. Mmm.” I snap my head toward Tammy as a stab of jealousy punctures my gut. “Hell, I’d even take his brother as a consolation prize.” She jokes as I glare at her. Once she peels her eyes away from Reese and Dev, Tammy looks at me, startled. “Why you shootin’ death rays? You can’t lay claim on both of them.”
Says whom?
I know that thought is preposterous, but still. In my warped little world, they’re both mine.
Before I get a chance to tell Tammy hands off, someone hollers my name.
I turn to see Knight stumbling toward me.
“What’s up, girl?” His voice pitches as he puts an arm around me. “I thought you didn’t show face at these things.”
I’m momentarily stunned. One, because he’s never touchy-feely, and two, I think that’s the most he’s spoken since I met him.
“Um . . .” It takes me a second to reply.
“No worries. No explanation needed.” He cuts me off. “The important thing is you’re here, and I have moonshine.” He holds a large Mason jar up to my face. Now, I understand the source of his loose mood.
“Why do I have a feeling that you and that ‘shine are a dangerous combination?”
He grins and nods. “Like a Molotov Cocktail.”
“I like cocktails,” Tammy chimes in coquettishly.
“Oh yeah?” Knight still hangs on me but centers his full attention on the leggy brunette. “I don’t think we’ve met.”
“Tammy.” She flashes him a flirty smile, and I swear up and down he gets hard instantly.
“Knight.” He slips off me and cozies up to Tammy. She doesn’t seem to mind one bit. You cannot only see the instantaneous attraction, but you can feel it. I glance behind me at Dev and Reese, who are still hanging back on their bikes. Despite being identical twins, they each portray their own persona. Reese is flashy, where Dev lays in wait. He’s methodical. Even his sleek black sports bike screams discipline and control. A quiet domination.
I know just how dominant he can be. I shiver from the mere memory. Jesus. I need to get a grip and stop thinking about Dev when Reese is the one I came here with. Who made me come an hour ago.
Too bad that’s easier said than done. Truthfully, it’s fucking impossible. Not with them both ingesting me like that.
“Drink, Nursie?” Knight shoves the moonshine under my nose. “You look like you’ve got way too much shit on your mind. It’s a party! Lighten up.” His arm is around Tammy now. When did that happen?
I gladly accept the Mason jar without a second thought. He’s right; I do have way too much shit on my mind.
I take a sip of the sweet-flavored alcohol. Mmm. “Is that root beer?” I examine the dark amber liquid.
“Riley’s grandpoppi’s secret brew.” He winks as I take another swig. “Now, drink up!”
“I like this side of you,” I confess to Knight.
“You mean he isn’t always this charismatic?” Tammy pets Knight’s chest. He’s dressed casual, as usual, in a gray and white camo flannel and baggy jeans.
“He’s usually so shy,” I tease.
“Not shy,” Knight corrects me. “Controlled.” He looks directly into Tammy’s eyes, and I swear I hear her panties squeal.
I need more ‘shine if I’m going to endure this. One jar is just not enough.
I hit the bottle hard as Tammy and Knight eye-fuck each other right in front of me. For Pete’s sake, get a room or get lost in the woods or something. I laugh to myself.
“Easy there, killer.” Reese’s voice travels behind me as I swallow down more moonshine. I turn to find him and Dev leaned forward on their bikes, looking like two jungle cats on the prowl.
“Someone made a friend,” Dev comments about Knight.
“He’s full of surprises tonight,” I add.
“So are you.” Dev stares me down.
I shift uncomfortably. This situation is never going to get easier. I know what the smart, rational thing to do is. Just walk away. From both of them. But I’m neither smart nor rational at the moment. On top of that, walking away seems nearly impossible when they’re both hell-bent on having me. There’s nothing but heartache down this road, I see it clear as day. Someone is going to get hurt, and I can pretty much guarantee that someone is going to be me.
“Easy.” Reese draws me next to him, keeping Dev at bay. “Let’s not scare her off already.” Let’s? He kisses my neck openly while Dev drills a hole through my forehead with his searing gaze. I nearly buckle under the mishmash of Dev’s scrutiny and Reese’s warm lips. I down some more moonshine, begging for a palliative escape before Reese slips the jar out of my hand.
“You’re going to be walking sideways soon, and we can’t have that,” he murmurs as he hands the Mason jar off to Knight.
We? Why does he keep using plural pronouns? And why is it irking me so?
Reese wraps his arm around my waist, locking me against him and his bike. My back to his side, while Dev’s suppressive blue laser beam ensnares me. I swallow thickly.
Before I internally combust, a black and yellow motorcycle comes veering out of nowhere. It circles around our small group several times, the pipes roaring annoyingly. We all grimace. They sound like a buzz saw. The rider parks next to Knight then removes his helmet. If I didn’t know it, I would have bet money it was Riley. He loves attention, and I have a feeling the only time he gets it is when he’s on a bike.
“What the fuck are you riding? A bumble bee?” Knight asks him, aghast.
The name is appropriate considering the skins are horrific.
Riley cackles, his laugh echoing up through the night sky.
“It’s my newly-acquired P.O.S. Won it ten minutes ago. Can’t believe the jackass actually raced me! Look at this thing.”
He dismounts the shabby machine, then kicks it. “I’m going to strip it for parts.”
“That’s about all it’s good for.” Knight curls his lip. “Scrap.”
“Guy was desperate to race. I couldn’t say no. He looked hard up, too. Needed a score, ya know.” He rubs his nose and inhales exaggeratedly. “Probably shouldn’t have even been driving.”
“And you raced him anyway?” I ask.
“’Course I did. Easy mark. I’m not an idiot.”
“Hell, yeah!” Knight high fives him. “That’s how we do.”
“I know, right? I mean, look at this shit.” Riley fishes into his jacket pocket and pulls out a handful of plastic.
“What the fuck is that?” Reese asks, as we all lean in curiously to look at what’s in his hand. Upon better inspection, I realize what he’s holding.
“Holy shit.” I grab his wrist and yank. “Are those all yours?”
What Riley is holding is half a dozen empty dime bags with a tire stamped on each one.
“Of course not. I don’t mess with this shit, but apparently, that guy does. This was his jacket. He bet the whole enchilada, helmet and all.”
“Yo, man, you need to ditch that shit. Empty or not.” Knight sounds alarmed in his drunken state.
“I plan to.”
“Smart idea.” Tammy frowns. “I heard that’s the stuff killin’ people off.”
“You know about this?” I ask Tammy, a little too interested.
“Just from what I hear around town. Supposedly, there’s a huge stash at some abandoned church somewhere.” She shrugs. “But it’s just hearsay.”
Abandoned church? In this area, that’s not uncommon.
There’s a bunch of dilapidated shacks littered all over the place. But it is something. I pull out my phone from my pocket as casually as I can, not wanting to draw attention to what I’m doing. As Riley, Reese, Dev, and Knight converse about the newly-acquired bumble bee bike, and what to do with it, I nonchalantly snap a picture of the license plate. It’s not a great image, but you can make out the numbers and letters from the off angle.
I text my aunt:
Not sure if this is anything, but might want to look into it and any abandoned churches in the area. #Overdose
I attach the pic and hit send.
She’ll know what I’m getting at. The only thing I’m not looking forward to is explaining where the tip came from.
A few moments later, my phone vibrates.
Sam: Thanks for the tip, crime stopper.
I smirk then erase the message.
“Whatcha doing all quiet over there?” Reese rasps, looking over my shoulder.
“Nothing,” I reply flirtatiously as I slip my phone back into my pocket. Last thing I need is to be caught texting 5–0, even if she is family.
What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
“You ready to go for another ride?” He skims his nose down my neck, and I can’t stop myself from looking at Dev. He’s watching mine and Reese’s every move like a hawk. It’s fucking stifling. Maybe leaving is in everyone’s best interest. I know I’m going to have to face Dev sometime soon and confront what happened between us and what’s happening with Reese right now. But I’m at a loss, honestly. I don’t know what to say, or even how to address it without hurting him. Because that’s the last thing I want. Let’s face it. I may be cozied up to Reese right now, but my feelings for Dev haven’t disappeared. They’re as strong as ever and eating me alive.
Before I have a chance to respond to Reese, the loudest exhaust boom I’ve ever heard tears through the throng of people. It’s as if a blanket of dread covers the entire gathering as a figure on a jet-black beast rolls through the crowd. Reese straightens, forcing me back onto his bike. Our small circle tightens, Dev rolling closer to Reese and me, Riley doing the same as Knight locks his arms around Tammy and drags her next to me. We create our own little fortress of bodies as the biker heads straight for us. I’ve never seen anything like him. A massive body covered completely in leather with gold toe shit kickers that match the thin pinstripes running along the fairings on his machine.
“Who is that?” I whisper to Tammy.
“Viper,” she replies, just as he reaches us. He stops directly in front of Reese, their front tires practically touching.
The man is intimidation personified. He sits in front of our little group for several long nerve-wracking heartbeats before he removes his black Predator helmet, complete with alien dreadlocks and all.
I tighten my grip on Reese as the man shows himself. His skin is as dark as his leathers, his eyes a stunning green, like two pieces of sea glass.
“Well, look who decided to slum.” Viper’s deep timbre rattles through me. “None other than the infamous Phantom himself.”
I can’t see Reese’s face, but I can feel his body language. He’s apprehensive, but not intimidated, contrary to me.
“Have some time off, so I’m hanging with my crew. It’s not unheard of.”
“For you it is,” he contests.
“Did you just roll over here to bust my balls because you’re still sore you never escaped this miserable shithole?”
“I’m not sore,” Viper leers. “I own this fucking town. I’m king. Staying was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
As confident as his voice sounds, there’s an underlying resentment. We can all hear it, especially Reese. I suddenly have a bad feeling.
“You’re king, huh?” Reese goads him. Oh shit. “I distinctly remember burning rubber down your ass every time we raced. Which I believe makes me king. Estranged or not.”
The look in Viper’s eyes sharpen to a point. Holy fuck.
“This isn’t ten years ago. You have no idea who I am now.”
“Oh, I think I do. Washed-up racer with a chip on his shoulder.”
“Reese,” I whisper a warning into his ear, squeezing him hard. He rubs my hand, placating me, which only amps my anxiety.
“You think you can just roll up in here and stake claim? This ain’t no fancy race track.”
“You’re the one who rolled up. I was just hanging. But now that you mention it, I do think I can just lay claim. I already have. And all I did was sit on my frame.”
“You think you’re street? Why don’t you put your pussy where your mouth is?”
Say what? I straighten my spine.
“You want to race?” Reese rises to the challenge.
“I do, and when I win, I want your piece of shit and your piece of ass. Then I want you to get the fuck out of my town and never come back.”
“Oomph. You’re jaded. Still not over our last race, huh? Are you a masochist?” Reese riles him. “Itching for me to leave skid marks down your back again? Am I the one who got away? The only one who can satisfy your sadistic craving? Let’s go then. I’ll get you off and put my pussy up just to let you save pathetic face.”
Excuse me? I look immediately at Dev, who is seething.
“You’re on,” Viper revs his V-Twin.
“And you’re on your own.” I hop off Reese’s bike, enraged.
All eyes center on me.
“Kayla?” Reese’s tone elevates, dismayed.
“Oh, are we using my real name now?” I rip my helmet off his gas tank. “What happened to pussy?”
“What the fuck?” Reese bites, as I climb on the back of Dev’s bike.
“Get me the fuck out of here.” I’m so pissed, I’m shaking. What the fuck does Reese think? Just because I slept with him, he can pass me around to all his scummy friends? Fuck you.
“Kayla.” Reese stands as Dev turns on his bike.
“Reese,” I echo disdainfully, yanking on my helmet. I flip Reese the finger as Dev drives off. I. Am. Livid. I didn’t put myself through college and nursing school, then fight for a good job, to be fucking objectified as a piece of community ass. This is exactly why I say bikers are nothing but trouble.
The ride home does nothing to calm me. Not even when Dev rubs his hand soothingly over mine at a stop light. I just feel so fucking stupid. I should have never trusted him. Never given in to a biker, period. Professional or otherwise. You can take the man off the street, but you can never take the street out of the man.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I jump off Dev’s backseat once he’s parked in my driveway. I see a ten-mile run in my future to burn off the memory of Reese fucking Dane.
“Hey.” Dev grabs my arm as I try to stomp off.
“What?” I tear my helmet off.
“You made him look like an asshole back there.”
“What?” I nearly implode. “He’s the one who made me look like an asshole. I’m not some bike bunny he can just pass around!” I try to escape his grasp, but he locks on tighter. “Dev, let me go.”
“No, not until you calm down.”
“I’m not going to calm down! I’m pissed off and I want to be alone.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’m worried you might be a threat to yourself or others.”
“What?” I tilt my head. “Are you being fucking serious right now? You’re psychoanalyzing me?”
“In my professional capacity, yes.”
“You’re as crazy as your brother.”
“We do share the same DNA.”
“Warped DNA.”
“Meh.” He shrugs. “Whose isn’t?”
He’s got me there.
“We do definitely like the same things.” He pulls me closer. Oh no.
“I’ve noticed.” I step back but don’t get very far. “What are you doing?”
“Going after what I want.”
“No. You’re not.” I put my hands on his chest, my heartbeat elevating.
“Don’t fight me, Kayla.”
“I’m done with both of you,” I spit.
“No, you’re not. You’re just beginning.” He leans in, and I freeze.
“Dev, this isn’t right. I don’t want to ping-pong between the two of you.”
“You don’t have to.” He’s so close; I can feel his breath fan across my cheek.
“How can I not?” I swallow the thick ball of emotion caught in my throat.
“Kiss me and find out.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“I hate him.” I vent.
“I know you do. But I’m here now.”
There are no words after that, just an explosive mingling of tongues and a cocktail of confusion.
I’m so weak. Five minutes ago, I was fuming. Now, I’m crumbling into Dev’s arms.
I don’t know how long we kiss—minutes, hours, days possibly. The only thing I’m sure of is that I never want him to pull away. As much as I’m damning myself, the allure of burning in hell has never been so rapturous.
The thunderous sound of a street bike careening into the driveway rips us apart.
Hell has no fury like a racer scorned, I guess, because Reese is furious. His eyes are an incinerating blue as he approaches us.
“What the fuck?” he snarls, as I push away from Dev. This is the most fucked-up situation ever. I’m still mad at Reese for what he did, yet I feel tremendous guilt for making out with his brother a fraction of a second later. I need to be institutionalized.
“Don’t.” I step away from both of them, making an escape toward my front door.
“You don’t,” Reese sneers as they both follow me. I try to slam the door in their faces, but Reese strong-arms his way in.
“Get out,” I hiss.
“Not gonna happen.” Reese contends as the two men overtake my tiny entryway. The small space now crammed with bodies. “You’re overreacting.”
“I’m not overreacting! You can’t just pass me around to all your biker buddies and think it’s okay! I’m not a fucking wrist watch you can just throw into the pot!”
“Kayla, do you honestly think I would’ve put you up if I knew I couldn’t win? That I would let anyone else touch what belongs to us?” Reese crowds me into a corner.
“Us?” I squeak. Wait, what?
“Yes. Us. Mine and Dev’s.” He enunciates the words. “You. Are. Ours.”
There’s that word again. Ours.
“I don’t understand.”
“Baby, I think you do. I think you’ve always known where we would end up.” Reese cages me in with his arms.
Dev materializes over Reese’s shoulder, and I internally hyperventilate. I don’t know who to look at first as my gaze compulsively darts between the two of them. Two, beautiful, roughneck men, who both look like they want to have me for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
“How . . . how would this even work?” I crazily entertain the idea.
Both their faces split with a fiendish smile. I must have asked the million-dollar question.
Reese leans in closely, stopping my heart. “Let us show you,” he murmurs so seductively my knees nearly buckle. I throw a questioning eye at Dev and he nods confidently.
“You both want this?” I ask with a small voice.
“It isn’t about what we want anymore. It’s all about you now,” Dev voices.
Holy. Fuck.
“Say yes, Kayla.” Dev’s tone is soft and velvety. Irresistible. “Say yes to us.”
I press my back against the wall praying for composure, but the longer they trap me, the more the pressure builds, the more my want fights to the surface, and my resolve falls away into oblivion. I find myself nodding because my ability to speak has become paralyzed.
“Good girl,” Reese breathes before he throws me over his shoulder like a caveman.
“Hey!” I grab onto his shirt.
He swats me on the butt as he makes his way to the stairs. “Ouch!” I flail.
“That’s for bouncing out on me. Never do it again. Got it?” He hits me once more for good measure.
“Fuck you.” I flinch.
“In due time, baby.”
I lift my head as Reese climbs the stairs with Dev hot on his heels.
Reality suddenly strikes. Is this really happening?
“Relax.” Dev traps my chin gently. “We’re going to take care of you. And make you feel so good.” He pushes some dangling hair away from my face so I can see him. He’s incredibly calm despite the carnal look in his eyes.
Once in my small room, Reese drops me on the bed. They each flank one side, making me feel like a trapped animal.
I kneel in the middle of the mattress at a loss at what to do next.
“Strip, baby,” Reese instructs as he unzips his leather jacket and pulls the gun from the back of his pants, placing it on my nightstand.
I stay frozen in place.
I know I’m supposed to move, but what’s clearly about to happen hasn’t sunk in yet.
“Need some assistance?” Dev crawls up behind me and kisses my neck. A switch flips. My eyes immediately roll backward. Yes, please, touch me. Both of you, please touch me.
Dev makes easy work of my shoes and socks then moves straight to my jacket, peeling it off before greedily lifting the hem of my shirt, taking my bra with it. I’m left kneeling in only my ripped jeans and bare chest as I watch Reese slowly remove his own shirt. There’s an abundance of moonlight illuminating the room, the silvery rays brightening the space enough to make out the shadows of bodies and facial features.
I falter as he approaches. His inked body moving sleekly and smoothly. His eyes blinking in a slow, languid way, mesmerizing me like a cat.
“Damn.” Dev runs his fingers over my back, outlining the butterfly tattoo that stretches across my shoulder blades. “Badass, Kayla.” He presses a fingertip into a few specific spots on the wings. “Are those supposed to be bullet holes?”
“Yes.” I cover my naked breasts insecurely. Reese pulls my arm away.
“Don’t. Ever.”
I start breathing fast and deep, my unease evident.
“Who hurt you, Kayla?” Dev asks softly.
I laugh distantly.
“Who says anyone hurt me? Maybe I’m the one who hurt someone.”
“Impossible.” Dev skims his lips down the curve of my shoulder. “You heal. You don’t hurt.”
I bottle up the feelings suddenly raging inside. I haven’t always been this person, and it seems my decisions haven’t matured much with age, since I’m on the precipice of sleeping with two men.
“I walk a fine line.” I look back at Dev.
He tilts my face up. “Tonight, there are no lines.” He kisses me deeply, desirously, our tongues rolling against each other gluttonously before he urges me down onto my back. This is really happening. Really. Fucking. Happening.
“Relax.” Dev pins my arms over my head as Reese unbuttons my fly, my pants and panties disappearing.
I breathe faster as Reese spreads my legs and kisses his way up my inner thighs. I’m aching already, and he hasn’t even reached my most sensitive spot. The closer he gets, the more unhinged I become. The first touch of his tongue is soft. Just a savory taste. He moans with prolonged appreciation before burying his face fully into my displayed pussy.
“Oh God!” I arch vainly on the mattress as they both hold me down.
“Does Reese’s mouth feel good?” Dev speaks softly into my ear.
“Yes,” I moan as Reese licks me emphatically.
“I know how good your pussy tastes.” He nips at my earlobe as I squirm on the bed. “I know how much Reese loves eating you out.”
Reese sucks hard on my clit, stretching it in tandem with Dev’s words. I cry out in a pleasurable pain, reaching a new level of ecstasy.
In reaction to me, Reese locks his arms around my thighs and sinks his tongue deeper into my slick entrance, forcing my whole body to lock up.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” I try to move my hips, frantic for more friction, but I’m securely subdued in place.
“I need to come,” I expel desperately. I look up into Dev’s eyes, my vision blurry and my breathing rapid. He’s staring down at me like the starving wolf he is, enjoying my distress.
“You look so pretty when you’re needy.” Dev seduces me with his words. “Skin flushed, mouth parted, nipples hard.” He teases me with kisses as Reese slides one finger into my pussy and simultaneously tongues my clit. I gasp, biting Dev’s lip as my insides rupture.
Dev chuckles darkly. “We’re going to destroy you tonight, butterfly, and I promise, you’re going to love it so much you’ll be begging for more.”
Dev’s words spark a flame in my core as Reese applies the perfect pressure. The physical and verbal stimulation together do a number on my desire, forcing me to combust. I come furiously, a pounding sensation spreading through every limb, as I riotously fight against the two men holding me down.
At the tail end of my orgasm, when my body starts to calm, I feel an intrusion.
“Oh!” My muscles spasm instinctively as Reese dips a finger into my ass.
“Don’t fight it.” Dev continues to speak to me in that calm, titillating tone. “We need you loose. Ready.”
Reese continues to finger my ass as Dev talks me through the bites of pain. It’s a burning pressure, which eases slowly and steadily until Reese adds a second digit. I’m sent right back to square one as the tight ring of muscle rejects the foreign invasion. I mewl on the mattress as the two of them encroach on my body. Dev skimming his tongue over my chest, capturing each nipple in his mouth, ravishing it until the rosy flesh is sore while at the same time Reese stretches me wide, sucking mercilessly on my clit. It’s maddening—two men, two mouths, four hands, and insurmountable pleasure. My head is light, my body is heavy, and my need insatiable.
“Fuck, she’s so wet.” Reese scissors my rosebud open as he continuously licks the frenzied bundle of nerves my pussy has become. “And loose.”
“You ready for us, butterfly?” Dev releases my wrists and sits up, his erection blaring beneath the zipper of his jeans.
“She better be.” Reese lets go of my leg and wipes his mouth against my thigh. “Because I can’t wait another fucking second.” He withdraws his fingers, and my worked little butthole contracts. I breathe through the uncomfortable sensation as I watch, in a sexually-drugged haze, as the two men discard the rest of their clothes.
Reese pulls me up once he’s completely naked. I drink in his bare form. Tall, lean, and cut in all the right places. The machine-like tattoo covering the entire right side of his body glows in the moonlight, highlighting the intricate design—the gears and levers, even the tiny nuts and bolts. He’s the epitome of bad boy, and his sights are clearly set on me.
“Straddle Dev,” he instructs.
I turn to find Dev sitting up against my white leather headboard. He’s every bit as beguiling as his brother, but in his own intrinsic way.
He pulls me onto his lap, my slippery folds grazing over his rigid cock. I’m dying for him to be inside me. Dev stifles a moan then traps my hips. “Not yet. We’re going to go slow.” He cups my cheek firmly. “Whatever happens, don’t take your eyes off me. I want to watch you. I want to see everything.”
I don’t know if I can make any promises, so I just nod and hope for the best.
I feel Reese settle behind me, his chest pressed against my back and the head of his cock poking at my entrance.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here?” He spreads my ass cheeks and nudges the head of his erection into my dilated little hole.
“No,” I answer meekly.
“Good.” He kisses my shoulder and penetrates me slightly. I push forward, fear and anxiety at the forefront.
“You need to relax.” Dev moves his hands back to my hips. “Trust us. It may hurt for a few seconds, but I promise, in the end, it will all be worth it. Just look at me.”
I lock eyes with Dev as Reese continues to slowly assault me. It does hurt, my muscles burning as they stretch. His girth and length so much more abrasive than his fingers.
I sink my nails into Dev’s arms and pant rapidly.
“That’s it.” He kisses me over and over, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb to distract me from the pain. It works wonders as my pussy twinges and my body begs for more. A table turns, and I’m no longer apprehensive but instead, eager. The pain and pleasure mingling until it morphs into one collective sensation.
I drop my head and close my eyes, pushing back onto Reese’s cock.
“Oh no.” Dev grabs my face. “Eyes. Open. Look at me.”
I pop my eyes open and stare into the depths of Dev’s blue gaze.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Reese grunts as he pushes himself completely in. My muscles contracting around his engorged cock. “And you’re all fucking mine. Your ass officially belongs to me.” He pumps in and out slowly, securing his hand around my throat.
Dev smirks rapturously. “My turn.” He removes his thumb from my clit and grabs his shaft. “My turn to own your pussy.” He impales me onto his cock, and it slices through my soaked slit like a warm knife through butter. In a fraction of a second, I’m completely full and completely possessed.
“Oh, fuck, I missed you.” He thrusts upwards, and I see stars. My eyes widening and my air supply thinning as they collectively begin to move, each manipulating my body like a marionette, employing it exactly how they want. How many times have I fantasized about this? How many times did I see it in my dreams, never once imagining it would translate into real life? Yet, here I am, being taken by the two men who govern my heart and now govern my being.
I’m overcome with roaming hands and eager lips as my body is pushed and pulled to the limit. Dev and Reese seesawing in and out of each overstretched hole until I’m climbing the walls, until my womb is clenching, my rosebud is compressing, and my tameless moans are echoing out to the street.
A communal sound of pleasure builds as the three of us become lost in a shared whirlwind of arousal.
When Dev said he and Reese were going to destroy me, he meant it because I’m falling apart, fraying at the seams on the verge of a tumultuous orgasm.
“Dev,” I whine as all my muscles constrict.
“I feel it.” He breathes laboriously as I ride him. “Just let go. I want to watch.”
I drop my forehead to his, a hair away from tumbling over the edge.
“Eyes open.”
“I can’t,” I strain, so fucking close, it’s torture.
“Yes, you can. Open them,” he orders.
I flutter my eyelashes as my orgasm unravels like a runaway spool of kite string. He traps my head as I shiver and shake, my insides in an uproar.
“Oh, shit,” Reese mutters from behind me as he drives in deep. All I can do is accept him as I’m paralyzed by the riotous sensations and Dev’s unyielding glare.
“Ahhh,” Reese moans tormentingly, biting my shoulder and squeezing my breast as he comes right along with me. But Dev holds out until the very last second, fighting the urge, pumping his cock until I hit my peak and completely shatter.
I collapse under the weight of the climax as my emotions ride a high-speed roller coaster. I bury my face in Dev’s neck trying to quietly process everything that just happened. But I’m mentally and physically fatigued, and the only way to come to terms it seems is to unleash the sentiments through an unwanted onset of tears. I cry silently, attempting to keep the backlash to myself.
“Kayla?” Dev fights to pull me off him, but I cling to his body.
“Hey.” I feel Reese slide my hair over to uncover my face. “Did we hurt you?”
“No,” I answer muffled.
“Then what is it?” They both muscle me up. I wipe my eyes and cheeks, embarrassed. I’m being such a fucking girl.
“Were we just so mind-blowing it brought you to tears?” Dev asks, the sarcasm evident.
I laugh. “Yes. That’s exactly it.”
“Of course, it is,” Reese gloats, getting comfortable next to Dev and me. “Who wouldn’t be brought to tears being with the both of us? How many women can say they’ve been fucked by a world-famous motorcycle champion and a respected doctor at the same time? I’m going to say none besides you.” Reese smiles affectionately.
“It’s a lot to wrap my head around,” I admit. I’ve bounced between the two of them for months, and finally having the tension bubble and pop was more than I was prepared for.
“You look tired.” Dev hooks some hair behind my ear.
“I’m exhausted.” On every single level.
“Come here, then.” Reese pulls me off Dev and into the crook of his arm. “I didn’t get to do this last time.” He closes his eyes, resting his head contentedly on one of my frilly pillows.
“Yeah, because you’re a sex stealer.” I poke him in the ribs.
“Damn right.” Reese and I both laugh at our inside joke while Dev raises an eyebrow.
“Long story.” I pull him down next to me so I’m packed between the two of them. My full-sized bed providing just enough room for the three of us to lay. One wrong move, though, and someone may end up on the floor. Good thing I’m the cream in the middle of this cookie sandwich.
Wrapped in a cocoon of male limbs and warmth, the sounds of their breathing paired with the caress of their hands over my bare skin lulls me straight into a deep, satisfied slumber.
I wake with a start, cold and alone.
I grab the sheets on both sides, finding them empty.
A monumental feeling of loss pummels me.
I question whether last night even happened. Then I shift, and a world of hurt punches me between my legs. “Oh shit.” I roll over into the fetal position and breathe. Goddamn. It definitely happened, because it feels like I did one too many Kegel exercises. Oh.
I slink out of bed slowly and cover my body with a hot-pink nightshirt, every step evoking the ache between my legs. I creep down the stairs, taking each step carefully as the smell of coffee fills the first floor like smoke. My senses enliven as I round the corner to find Reese and Dev leaning casually against the counter, both with a mug in their hand. I expel a sigh of relief. Truth be told, I would’ve been devastated if they disappeared on me in the middle of the night.
“Morning.” I enter the room timidly, making a beeline for the coffeemaker.
“Morning,” Dev answers, the two of them tracking my every move. My kitchen is small. Nothing more than a countertop, a few cabinets, a refrigerator, and stove all done in whites and creams.
“How did you sleep?” Reese asks over the steam rising from his cup.
“Fine.” I turn to them, warming my hands around the mug.
“Just fine?” Reese toys with me. I suppress a smirk. “Much better than fine. Supremely satisfied.” I stroke their egos.
“Now, that’s the response I wanted to hear.” Reese leans down and kisses me. Oh, Good. Morning. Dev then does the same. Whoa. My head is suddenly spinning. I’m not awake enough to process all this.
“Kayla,” Dev says my name seriously. “We need to talk.” Oh shit, here it comes.
“About?” I take an innocent sip of coffee.
“Several things.” Dev removes the cup from my hand, then props me up onto the countertop. I wince when my butt hits the laminate. That smarts.
“A little sensitive, are we?” Reese mocks.
“Yes.” I clench my crying pussy.
“We did our job then.” He smiles haughtily.
A little too well.
Reese and Dev surround me with their bodies, each taking liberties with their hands. Reese’s on my hip, Dev’s on my naked thigh.
Just their simple touch has me reeling.
“What did you want to talk about?” I ask, trying to get a grip. I don’t want to come off as some needy woman who’s already hooked on them.
Which, obviously, I am.
Dev skims his thumbs across my burning skin, making it difficult to concentrate. “You want to tell me what that Kawasaki is doing parked in your garage?”
“Huh?” Not the question I was expecting, at all. Like never even entered my mind.
I peer at Reese. “Has someone been sharing secrets that aren’t his to tell?”
Reese just shrugs. “He was going to find out eventually.”
I’m uprooted with a potent shot of suppressed emotion. My past is my cross to bear, and I choose when, and whom, to share it with.
“Kayla, you have to let us in. This will never work if you keep us in the dark.”
“This?”
“Yes, this.” Dev motions to the three of us. “You didn’t think last night was a one-time deal, did you?”
I hoped it wasn’t.
“You belong to us now,” Reese confirms. “Every last inch of you.” He fucks me with his eyes, and I have a flashback of last night. My cheeks instantly heat. I’ve belonged to them longer than they know.
“Tell us so we know. So we can understand,” Dev implores, gripping my thigh tightly. I know it’s eating him alive. From the moment we met, I’ve been prejudiced against him because he rides a motorcycle, and here he is now peeling away the layers of all my dirty secrets. Of my hypocrisy.
I breathe shallowly as I look between them, the guilt rising like the ghoul it is.
I haven’t talked about that night in nearly ten years. I don’t even know where to begin.
“Kayla, you can tell us. You can trust us,” Dev consoles me.
I want to trust them. Even more than that, I want to fall apart in their arms and have them tell me everything is okay. That it wasn’t my fault, even though it was.
The tears well before I can stop them, my vision blurring. Dev and Reese immediately move closer as I find the strength to let them in.
“I was sort of wild when I was younger.” I laugh through my tears. “In high school, I got wrapped up with a bad crowd. My aunt could barely control me. I was a teenager rebelling. Drinking, drugs, sex, boys, and bikes. That was my life for a while.” I turn red. I’m not proud, but it’s a fact. I wipe my wet cheeks and continue talking. If I stop, I’ll never find the courage to finish. “She was my best friend. My sister,” I add obscurely.
“Who was?” Reese asks.
“Becca.” I sniff. “I’d known her my whole life. We were inseparable since kindergarten. We did everything together. Caused so much trouble.” I smile at the memories.
“And what happened?” Dev hangs on my every word.
“She died.” I can’t hold back the sob. “And it was my fault.”
“Kayla.” I’m not sure which of them utters my name, but they both try to calm me. “Take a deep breath and just go slowly,” Dev advises. I try to do as he says, but the self-blame is rampant. It takes a few minutes for the angst to subside and, once it does, I nod when I’m ready to continue.
“We were out one night. Same as always, a bunch of us just hanging around. Becca had been pestering me all night to leave. She wanted to go home. She wasn’t feeling good or something, but I wanted to stay out. So I kept brushing her off, until she got fed up and found another ride home.” I can still see her climbing onto the back of the dark blue Honda as if she were standing right in front of me. She had just cut off all her long, blonde hair, so it fell just above her shoulders. The haircut made her look older. Less innocent. But she was innocent. She never drank, never smoked, never did drugs, and never went past second base. She was confident in who she was while I was still finding myself. And maybe I resented her a little for it, but not enough to wish her harm. Bottom line, she was my best friend and I loved her.
“I knew the guy was fucked up. High on God knows what. But I let her get on the bike anyway, knowing full well I shouldn’t. Knowing I should’ve been the one driving her home. He didn’t even give her his helmet. He just took off, teetering down the dirt road.” I fiddle with my hands manically. “I didn’t see the crash, but I heard it.” My voice shrinks. “Heard the tires screech and the metal crunch.”
“Damn,” Reese blurts, gut wrenched.
“By the time an ambulance got there, it was too late. I just held her while she died in my arms.” I break down, the tears pouring out of my eyes and falling into my lap. “Everything changed that night. I changed.” I retreat into myself, wanting to disappear. “I distanced myself from everyone and everything. Swore off the entire scene. It hurt too much to even look at a motorcycle, let alone ride one. So after a lot of counseling to help cope, I threw myself into school. I decided to become a nurse, so I would never feel that helpless again.” I stare off into space desolately.
“Hey.” Dev pulls me out of my own head, cupping my face with both hands. “Is that who the tattoo is for?”
“Yes. B, Becca, butterfly.”
Dev looks me over compassionately. “I’m sorry, Kayla.”
“Me too.” I gaze at him vacantly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry I was scared to give you a chance.”
Dev smiles, making me realize my words carry more meaning than I’m even aware of.
“You’re forgiven.” He presses his lips to mine. “And that story explains a hell of a lot.”
“My complete hypocrisy?”
“No, your reluctance.” Dev chuckles. “You had me worried for a while. You’re the first woman who made me question my game.”
“Not mine.” Reese smiles cheekily. “I knew I’d bone you eventually.” A celebrity ego is a dangerous thing. “You know what else I think?” Reese cozies up to me.
I shake my head.
“That everything happens for a reason. It’s tragic that your friend died. I’ve walked a mile in your shoes. Trust me. Several times. I know what it feels like. But if it never happened, I may not be standing here right now. And I’m sure there are a lot of other people who can say the same.”
“You turned a tragedy into something positive. And you know what your reward is?”
“I can’t begin to imagine.”
“Us.” Reese pops his eyebrows. He’s such a goof.
“I’ll never feel rewarded, but I’ll gladly take both of you.” A small bud of happiness blooms in the darkness of my soul. I marvel at how it only took one night for these two men to become my entire world.
“Well, you definitely have us. The question is, what are you going to do with us now?” Reese’s eyes flicker with sinful intent.
I hand myself over willingly. “Whatever you want me to do.”