This sent them both on alert.
“Willow,” Ryker said softly while running his fingers through her hair, “talk to us.”
She couldn’t say nothing, but she didn’t want to admit it. If she wanted to be with them, then of course, they would eventually see everything.
The words wouldn’t come; she couldn’t tell the truth again. The truth only caused pain. It had never been a problem with previous hookups to say it was a car wreck. With those guys, there were no real feelings. Billy was a secret she kept locked away with ease.
But not with these two. They had found their way under her skin.
Ezra’s fingers teased around her hips. “If you fucked her, then why—”
Finally, she spoke. “Just do it.” That was all she could manage for now. Maybe explaining after the fact would be easier.
Ezra didn’t need any convincing as he tugged them down, both of their eyes devouring every exposed inch.
There was a pause, an agonizing gap as they took in what she’d been hiding from them. Numerous scars across her hip where her flesh had been pierced by metal on that horrible day. The intricate tattoos covered some, but not all.
The last guy she’d tried to hook up with had been horrified and was careful to the point of boredom. She’d tried to tell him he didn’t have to be so gentle, but the result wasn’t what she wanted. She should count her blessings, at least she hadn’t found another Billy. That asshole would’ve found a way to make her feel like shit about it and convince her she was lucky anyone would so much as look at her.
Ezra’s grip tightened, and he positioned himself low to the ground, settling his head between her thighs. “Willow,” he started, voice thick. “You are going to tell us who the fuck did this.” He pulled her toward his face and offered light flicks on the tiny ring in her clit. “Right after you come on my tongue.”
He clutched her thighs to anchor her in place as his tongue worked her. Ryker pushed into her mouth, each deep gasp that emanated adding to that building release.
Fuck. Fuck… they are so perfect.
With both of their attention, every bit of discomfort from the hard, damp ground was forgotten. All that mattered was them.
Ryker let out a rough sound as his hips jerked. “You better drench his face, pretty girl. I want to feel you come with those sweet lips wrapped around my dick.”
She moaned as Ezra slid two fingers inside her, scissoring them as he sucked on her clit. That building tension was so close to snapping.
“Come for us, baby,” Ryker commanded.
It was like her release had been waiting for his permission. Ryker stopped thrusting into her mouth to feel her whimpering around him. Her hips bucked in Ezra’s grasp as he held her against his face, still fucking her with his fingers through the orgasm.
Finally, Ezra let up as the high faded into a haze of contentment.
But they weren’t done with her.
Chapter 27
Willow
Ezra yanked her toward him, pulling Ryker out of her mouth with a lightpop. He kissed her roughly, her arousal all over his chin.
“You taste so good, sweetheart.” He flipped her onto her hands and knees. She’d barely turned her head forward before the blunt tip of Ryker’s cock was back in her mouth. He clutched a fistful of her hair to hold her head in place as he began to thrust again.
Ezra prodded at her entrance with a hand splayed across her lower back. “I lied,” he groaned as he slid inside her, stretching her around his length. “You’re going to tell us what happened after we fill you.”
“He’s right, Willow.” His thumb stroked the scar on her jaw. “You want us, there are no more secrets. You’re ours.”
It was almost impossible to think as they both began to move, her body feeling impossibly full and sensitive. Ezra’s cock kept hitting the perfect spot inside her, and she couldn’t help pushing back to meet each thrust.
“Fuck,” Ezra murmured. “You keep squeezing me like that… Ry, how good did it feel to come in her?”
“Like fucking heaven,” he replied, still leisurely burying his cock in her mouth. “You know she swallowed my cum that first night?”
Ezra paused. “What the fuck?”
