“And I know exactly how to use it.” Bishop slid one hand beneath my panties and rubbed his knuckle over my clit. “But we have to get you ready first.”
7
RAFE
I’d watched as long as I could stand being apart from the fun.
For a reporter, Noelle’s poker face lacked depth.
She’d shown her desire from the beginning, and nothing short of her adamant denial would stop us from worshiping her the way she deserved.
Her head fell back, exposing her throat as she kissed Ash.
Bishop took advantage of the moment and bent his head over her breasts, causing Noelle to groan and writhe against him.
Bishop either saw or felt my presence—something he did often enough that I knew it had to be part of his instincts—and shifted sideways to give me room to join them.
Ash raised his head, breaking off the kiss, and I tipped Noelle’s head in my direction.
Blue eyes wide and pupils blown out with desire, she continued to stroke Bishop’s cock while staring into my eyes.
“Do you want this?” I asked the question with utter clarity.
The last thing we needed from the woman who showed up out of the blue claiming to want to save our reputation was for her to make claims we’d coerced her into sex.
Yes, I told the club she was our old lady and presented her as a shared gift between myself, Bishop, and Ash.
But that was the part we all played to keep up appearances when the rival club showed up sniffing around like they had the night of the fundraiser.
It had taken all my self-control not to kill the man who heckled Noelle while we danced for her.
I’d kept my distance since then, though the pull of her dragged me in with an undercurrent I’d never experienced with another woman.
Watching her chase pleasure with Ash and Bishop snapped my control.
She continued to watch me, her eyes glued to my face even as Bishop and Ash stroked her breasts, her stomach.
Even as Bishop worked her clit with his fingers until her breaths sharpened and her nostrils flared.
“I need words, Noelle.” I slid my finger beneath her chin and tipped her head further back. “Do you want this? Do you consent to all three of us having sex with you?”
“Yes.” Her eyes flicked closed, then shot wide. “I want all of you.”
Relief crashed over Ash’s face.
He looked at Bishop over Noelle’s head and jerked his chin toward the pool table.
Bishop understood the silent request. “Hold on to me. You’re going for a ride.”
He lifted her from the stool and carried her to the alcove where the pool tables sat empty.
His long stride bounced Noelle over his cock, and she ground her hips hard onto him. “Soon,” he murmured into her ear, answering her silent request for fulfillment.
“Ash.” I shrugged out of my shirt, then my boxers, tossing both onto the table behind us. “Give Noelle an orgasm with your mouth.”
“Fuck yes.” Ash practically shoved Bishop out of the way.
The big man let him, the two of us fully aware of Ash’s needs.
