A bum rush from behind. Even with her back turned, Fairchild felt his footsteps vibrating through the mat. She snapped around and drove one boot into his chest. The kick launched him off his feet and sent him tumbling back into the side of the cage.
Dutton tried to seize the opportunity, but Fairchild wasn’t about to let them have her that easily. She spun again and kicked out twice, a rotating one-two, her legs thrusting like pistons. Dutton barely managed to evade both strikes.
Then Reece was on her from behind, one arm around her upper body.
Fairchild had already anticipated the move. She shifted her weight low and pulled, letting Reece’s momentum do the work for her. He rolled across her back and slammed down hard against the mat in front of her. She cocked a brow and looked around.
“That all you got?” she taunted.
Reece grinned as he shoved himself back to his feet. “Hardly.”
He threw a jab, followed by a right cross. Fairchild back-stepped out of the first and deflected the second, then countered with a flurry of her own. Reece blocked them all with stinging claps ofskin on skin. Undeterred, Fairchild wheeled into a spinning kick. Reece ducked under it and swept her leg with a spinning kick of his own. His timing was perfect.
For an instant, Fairchild’s heart jumped into her throat as her legs flew out from under her. She braced for impact with the mat.
But it never came.
Instead, a pair of strong arms caught her from behind, breaking her fall.
No…twopairs of arms. Dutton and Nash together. The latter whispered softly into her ear.
“Careful, hot stuff.”
Fairchild struggled to break free, but their grip was too strong. They lowered her down onto the mat, and pinned her there, while Reece advanced from the front. She tried to kick him, but he grabbed her legs and forced them apart. He knelt between her open thighs. Fairchild could see the shape of his hard arousal straining against the front of his pants. He was obviously going commando.
“You put up a good fight,” he said. “But even the toughest fighter has to know when to admit defeat.”
“Never!” Fairchild growled.
Reece chuckled. “We’ll see about that…”
His fingers hooked inside the waist of her shorts and pulled, not down, but straight out to the sides. The fabric shredded under the force of his augmetically-enhanced muscles, and he tossed the tattered halves away into the corner of the cage. Fairchild’spanties put up even less of a fight. Reece tore them away with one quick jerk of his fist. His pupils dilated suddenly as he stared at her naked center. His nostrils flared. Then, with a feral sound, he dropped his face between her open thighs and started to feast.
Fairchild screamed with pleasure.
She wondered how many men were out in the corridor, ears pressed to the locked door. Fuck it. Let them listen. There was no way she could contain the sounds welling up inside of her, and she wasn’t about to tell Reece to stop.
Even if she did, he probably wouldn’t listen.
His lapping was angry and animalistic. He started with her plump outer folds, then he worked his tongue deep between her inner labia, digging his tip hungrily into her entrance. And then, at last, he latched his lips around her throbbing clitoris and really went to work. Fairchild’s fingers clutched at the two men who were holding her down, nails digging deep into their hard muscles.
“Ohmygod!” she shouted. “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!”
Dutton and Reece had their hands on her chest, fondling her through the thin fabric of her tank top. Then, in perfect unison, they ripped the shirt open, exposing her erect nipples.
“Oh my g—”
Dutton’s mouth came crashing down over hers, silencing her cries, or at least muffling them as their tongues writhed hot and slippery between their locked lips. Meanwhile, Nash claimed one of her breasts, kissing it every bit as passionately as Dutton was kissing her mouth, sucking her nipple the way Reece wassucking her clit, strumming it with the tip of his tongue while he sucked.
Then they switched—Nash on her mouth, Dutton on her chest. They went back and forth like that, sharing her mouth, sharing her breasts, while Reece continued feasting between her legs.
He had two fingers inside her now. Two long, thick fingers, stroking and thrusting, fucking and tickling that sensitive spot on her front wall. It was a sensory overload, too much to bear or withstand. She could feel her muscles coiling like springs, tighter and tighter, and then…
Letting go.
Every muscle in her body seemed to relax in unison as a wave of hot, wet ecstasy surged through her. She could feel herself gushing around Reece’s thrusting fingers. She was screaming into Nash’s mouth. Even her erect nipples seemed to be coming all over Dutton’s tongue.
The men didn’t let up. They forced her to come again and again, half a dozen times, a dozen, until finally she lost count. When Reece finally relented, her whole body felt like a quivering puddle of bliss.
