Kai’s hips thrust four more times as he gasps and his cock pulses in me.
“Isla,” he growls. “Fuck.”
He slips out of my throat, but not my mouth, and continues to edge back and forth.
“You sucked…him so good, Isla. Now, I want to feel you come on my cock,” Garrett says, his voice gruff.
Kai pulls out of me, and some of his cum spills from my mouth too.
I gasp, one of desperation, as he falls back on the sofa. With my hands less necessary to hold myself up, I can move freely, and I move exactly how I want to. I roll my hips when Garrett is deep.
“Oh, God, Garrett,” I cry.
I almost forget that anyone else is here as I chase what I need. His cock feels so good inside me. Desperation builds. A need to come swelling inside me.
Kai slides his finger to my clit and presses down firmly as I dig my nails into his shoulder to stay upright. The tightly coiled orgasm shimmers close.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Look at me,” Kai instructs, and I do as he says. I move my eyes to his, and he nods. “You want to come for us both? You can. You’ve been such a good girl, Isla. You deserve to come. Show me how good it feels.”
The praise is the last thing I need as I explode. I swear I see lights that make my head spin. Kai takes the hand I hadn’t realized I’d reached out and grips it tightly.
I grind on Garrett’s cock, wanting to drag the sensations out for as long as I can.
“Isla,” Garrett grunts, and I feel his cock pulse in me as he comes. I glance over my shoulder as I gasp for breath and see the strain in his face as the orgasm washes through him. His head is back, his jaw taut. Muscles twitch in his neck.
And then, all the tension in his body relaxes.
The next thing I know, we’re a tangled mess on the sofa, limbs everywhere. The world reduced to the three of us, warm and contented, as Garrett’s cock slips from my body.
Kai is the one who lazily gets up, tucks himself into his jeans, and then zips them up. He disappears for a minute, but reappears with some tissues, and patiently cleans both me and Garrett up.
When we’re done, Kai rearranges us so I’m sitting on his lap.
“Can’t wait to sit with you like that when my ribs are better,” Garrett says.
I reach out for his hand. “There’ll be lots of time for us to do lots of things, once you’re better.”
“You feel like telling us what had you spooked when we first started?” Kai asks.
I think back to what had triggered the thought.
“It was what Karlie said. I was standing there, feeling good about what was happening in my life. Feeling more than good, if I’m honest. But then Karlie’s words came to mind. The implication that I was a con artist who had seen a way to attractbikers by trying to put myself above club girls. That wasn’t what I did. But I know it could be seen that way. And I know some of that is the low self-esteem that comes with being a club girl, at times. You get picked up and shook so many times by so many people, and it’s like, each one of them finds you lacking because they never stay.” I pause for a second and take a deep breath. Maybe it’s because I just came, but I feel the sting of tears. “Sorry, I’m blabbering.”
Garrett shakes his head. “Honesty. Told you that. It’s all I want from you. And that was honest. I’m not gonna guess what was going on in Karlie’s head when she saw the two of you. But know this: I didn’t once, even for a millisecond, think that’s what you were doing.”
Kai tightens his arms around me. “You basically waved a crowbar at me to shoo me off when I tried to help you with the damn fence.”
“And the cameras. And the help with the car.” Garrett sighs. “If Karlie wants you as a friend still, she’ll come around. If she doesn’t, it’s her loss.”
I settle my head against Kai’s chest and wonder if it’s that simple.
30
JACKAL
Four days later, the room smells like sex and us.
