I feel like I'm in groupie heaven right now.
The snow outside is a blur of static as it pelts against the windshield, each flake catching the glare of the headlights as we drive to their cabin. But inside this car… It’s chaos of a different kind. You could cut through the sexual tension with a damn butter knife, and all I know is that there’s no fucking way I’m making it off the naughty list after this.
The officer's voice crackles over the radio, relaying information about the road conditions, while I'm caught in a completely different storm of my own. The guy to my right gently places his hand on my upper thigh, and I turn to face him by instinct. The neon dash lights bounce off the darkened contours of his skull mask, and when our eyes meet, a jolt of adrenaline races through me. I part my legs, edging him higher, and he lets out a low, breathy chuckle, loud enough that only I can hear.
I silently thank myself for wearing a skirt, despite almost freezing to death, because even through the thin barrier of my fishnet stockings, I can feel his possessive touch sinking all the way to my bones. The guy on my left moves in tandem, trailing his fingers up my other thigh before pausing right at the edge of where I want to feel them the most.
I shoot my gaze to the officer, but he’s way too focused on the road ahead, oblivious to what’s happening behind him. My eyes drift to the masked man in the front passenger seat, and a slow, molten ache settles between my legs.
He’s watching us through the visor mirror.
Something about that sends a tremor straight through me, and the other two clearly notice, because they decide that this must be a perfect opportunity for us to put on a show for him. I hold his gaze, spreading my thighs apart even more, and his eyes drop frommine to the fabric covering my aching pussy. I bite my lower lip to hide the sly smile threatening to surface, and a tiny spark of triumph and desire dances beneath my skin.
They want me as much as I want them, and nothing would convince me to back out of this now. I am starring in my very own Stone Cold fantasy, and I’ve got to say, I think this is way hotter than anything else I have ever imagined. We may not have fucked yet, but I have them exactly where I want them, eating out of the palm of my hand. Or maybe it's the other way around?
The guy on my right shifts in his seat, his movement drawing our bodies a fraction closer before he slides a hand just above my knee and gently guides my leg over his. The other guy does the same, until I’m on full display to the men in the front of the car.
The cop could catch us at any second. All it would take is a simple glance in the rear-view mirror, and it's all over for us. Yet, somehow, the risk makes the adrenaline and electric energy thrumming between us impossible to ignore, and I like it.A lot.
I don't know what that says about me, but I'm not sure I care as fingers start to rip the crotch of my fishnets, leaving only the thin fabric of my thong between us. I lean back against the seat, my chest heaving in sync with my heavy heartbeat, pumping euphoria through my veins. A finger slowly glides along my pussy, then moves up to circle my throbbing clit through my panties.
I am soaking wet, and there's no doubt that he notices because he growls into the crook of my neck, a sound so menacing that I almost stop breathing. His mask is in the way, but I still feel the warmth of his breath, and it only sets me on fire. The other guy joins the party, only he pushes his friend's fingers aside, making room for himself as he pulls back the fabric so that the guy in the front seat can see me bare.
The radio crackles with a distant voice, and the officer answers, focusing on the snowstorm ahead.
“Do you like his eyes on you, Shiloh?” the guy to my left says, teasing me slowly until I'm a quivering mess between them. I nod in answer, my jaw unhinging when he pushes two fingers inside me. I must make a sound, because the other slams his hand over my mouth, which only adds to how fucking good this feels. He places his thumb on my clit, his fingers still pumping in and out of me, as he brings me closer to the edge.
I need more.
“You're such a greedy little slut, aren't you, baby? Getting finger fucked right in front of a police officer.”
“I wonder if they know just how naughty their good girl can be.”
I don’t know which one of them is talking to me right now. I’m too caught up in the moment to tell. I close my eyes, relishing in this feeling they're giving me, and for a brief moment, my mind betrays me. It isn't the band saying these things to me, it's them. Theghosts from my past that always seem to appear whenever another tries to own me like this, reminding me that I belong to no one but them. Only this time, I push all thoughts of them away, because I want this.
This isn't like anything I have ever felt before. I want these men to mark me. I want them to own me in ways no man has ever dared, so that when all of this is over, I’ll have proof that this was real.
“Come for me, us,” one of them whispers, and I do. My legs start to tremble, and two hands reach out to steady them, as I fall apart. I am fucking floating. The hand over my mouth is tightening, and I reach out to grip their arms, because I need to fucking hold something.
“That's it. Such a good fucking girl.” I unravel with every whispered word as I ride out my orgasm, and when he removes his fingers, he raises his hand and holds them out to the guy to my left, who removes his grip on my thigh and lifts his mask slightly, tasting me on the other's fingers.
Holy shit.
I watch, utterly hypnotized by them, and when I look up, my eyes lock with the ones burning into me from the front seat. I feel all the things he cannot say, and I know that when we get to the cabin, I won’t stand a chance.
CHAPTER 6
ZANE
FELIZ NAVI DADDY
There's a fuckingblizzard outside and somehow that feels like the least dangerous thing happening right now. Axl and Phoenix are crouched by the fireplace trying to coax a flame to life, but I can't hear anything over my heavy heartbeat, pounding loudly in my ears.
Shiloh is standing on the opposite side of the living room, leaning with her back against the archway while her heated gaze rolls over me.
The woman is a freaking goddess.
Her coat is open, and my eyes slide over the ink that covers her stomach, then down to the art painted across her thick thighs, and fucking hell.
