Ryker reached down and teased her clit before spreading her open for Ezra, who was settling between her legs. “How fucking gorgeous is she?”
“She’s perfect,” Ezra replied, sliding two fingers inside her and curling them against that sweet spot. Their combined touch was absolutely thrilling, and that coil of heat was winding up tight in her belly.
“Fuck…” she moaned. “And you say I driveyoucrazy.”
“You do, pretty girl,” Ryker said, moving in a steady circular rhythm. “But we never cared about being sane anyway.”
They picked up the pace, making her hips jerk. “I’m so close already…”
“Be a good little toy and come all over Ezra’s hand.”
The orgasm hit her like a truck as Ezra grinned down at her, still vigorously fucking her with his fingers. Her heels dug into the couch, and the only thing keeping her in place was Ryker’s grasp on her pussy as he slowed.
“Fuckin’ look at you, sweetheart,” Ezra rasped as he unfastened his pants and his cock sprang free. She was still recovering as he thrust inside her. Her inner walls clenched tight from the orgasm, and every stroke made her whimper from overstimulation.
“Oh my God,” she groaned, hooking her legs around his waist to pull him closer. She looked up at Ryker, his smoldering gaze watching her every reaction.
“Flip her over.”
She groaned in frustration as he withdrew. Ezra’s firm grip maneuvered her so she was on all fours, her face right in Ryker’s lap.
“Don’t worry,” Ez teased as he slid back inside, stretching her and forcing out a low moan. Ryker released himself, his shaft pulsing with anticipation. “You can have our cocks all you want.”
She eagerly took Ryker into her mouth, bobbing her head and meeting his upward thrusts. They felt so perfect filling her. She didn’t have to think about anything; they were everything she needed.
Her mind entered a haze of bliss as they fucked her, their words of encouragement and their bodies sending her to the brink of another orgasm.
Ezra reached between her thighs, making her groan with Ryker deep inside her mouth.
“That’s right,” Ryker moaned, gripping her hair and guiding her motions. “Come for us again with those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.” From this angle, she could see the tattoo she’d been eyeing before on his stomach. It was long tail feathers that twisted up his side. The colors and the style made her guess it was a phoenix. She wanted to see more.
Another hard thrust from Ezra sent her to her peak, her legs trembling as they all finished together.
“Fuck yes,” Ryker rasped as he filled her mouth. “Take it all, pretty girl.”
She tried her best to swallow, but some escaped, sliding down his thick shaft.
Ezra stilled, buried deep in her pussy. She could feel the pulses of his release as he clutched her hips like a vise. “So perfect…” he muttered.
She tried to push herself up, but promptly collapsed across Ryker’s lap. Her whole body was covered in sweat, and her mind still in that fuzzy cloud of contentment.
“Just relax, baby,” Ezra said with a chuckle as he stroked her back. “We’ll take care of it all.”
So she let them guide her around as they cleaned her up and dressed her again. The movie was completely abandoned, and the credits were rolling by the next time she checked the screen.
Once ready for bed, she lay settled between them again. She didn’t know what the future held with these two, but at the moment, she was the happiest she’d been in years.
Chapter 31
Ryker
The ride back into Lakeview was an indescribable combination of relaxed yet tense. It was like they had gone to Henderson and come back completely different people. Well, they were still them, and still trapped. It wasn’t the same, though. You don’t just come back from almost killing the wrong girl and then fucking her in the woods with your best friend.
Ryker caught the spark of happiness in her eyes as he drove. Fuck. She was too good for him. Too good for both of them, honestly. Willow was a professional, working a white-collar job and typing away at a computer. She might have that shady side gig, but it was nothing compared to their double lives. He and Ezra were just grunt workers. They didn’t deserve her. Especially with all the shit she’d been through with that dead boyfriend.
I wish I could strangle him with his own guts.
That was the kind of fantasy that made him further recognize that they were too different.
