It was true, she wanted more. “Yes… please… in the drawer.”
Ryker searched through her small collection of toys. “Oh, what’s this?” He withdrew her butt plug, lube, and a vibrator. “You really were made for taking two cocks, baby girl.”
Ezra kissed her again. “You want me to fuck you with that toy in your ass?”
She hadn’t expected Ryker to pick it out, but now she was even more excited. Maybe there was some cosmic force at play that was preparing her for them.
“Yes,” she moaned, still aching for another orgasm as Ezra’s thrusts slowed while they talked about what they were going to do.
Ryker spread lube over the toy while Ezra clutched her against his chest. Ryker slid the tip over her hole, testing and teasing. “We’re gonna train you to take us at the same time.”
She groaned as the tip entered her. “You need all your holes filled, don’t you?” Ez rasped into her hair.
“Mhmm.” It was all she could say as he worked it all the way to the base.
“So fucking hot,” Ryker murmured.
The sensation of Ezra’s cock and the plug was almost overwhelming—like she was impossibly full.
Ezra let her sit up, and she rocked her hips, adjusting to the new sensations. She’d only used the toy for masturbating and had never used another in her pussy at the same time.
She clawed at his chest as he pressed the vibrator to her clit. The overstimulation was going to drive her crazy, but she was already so close again.
“Oh fuck…” It was too much.
“Come, Willow,” Ezra grunted. “Mark me up and choke my cock.”
The orgasm rippled through her, making her nearly scream. “Fuck! Fuck!” Every touch felt like lightning under her skin. She dug her nails into him in an attempt to hold onto something.
Ezra bottomed out, dropping the vibrator so he could grab her hips and grind his pelvis against her. He tossed his head back, riding out his release with a loud moan.
Catching their breath, her two “murder boyfriends” worked together to clean up. Her whole body felt wobbly, like she could crash any second.
By the time they settled in on either side of her, she was already half-asleep and perfectly content.
Chapter 40
Ryker
The plan was working as far as they could tell. Xan’s men were scrambling, trying to figure out who would take over. Of course, they had suspected Ezra of killing him. But once the body had been discovered by a jogger the following morning, it hadn’t taken long for the whispers in their circle to go exactly where they were counting on: Davidiuk.
Ryker swiped through his newsfeed while he waited for Willow to get out of the shower. It was a Friday, so Ezra had already left to go into work, but Ryker took the day off. He wanted to spend one-on-one time with Willow. Ezra would have his own time with her.
Her cat hopped up onto his lap as he read through the article about the discovered body. He patted her head and let her curl up into a fluffy white ball.
“You’re a little princess, huh?” he said with a chuckle. “Just like your momma?”
“Excuse you, I’m not a princess.”
Willow entered the living room, hair damp and her makeup freshly done. Her black jeans hugged her hips, and her tank top left little to the imagination.
“You don’t want to be my princess?” he teased.
She raised a brow. “What does it entail?”
Ryker got to his feet, prompting Stahma to hop down to the floor. He approached Willow, arms folded, and an indignant expression on her face. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her against his chest. “It means, pretty girl,” he brushed his lips against her forehead, “that I’m going to take you out for breakfast and then we’re going to do whatever you want for the rest of the day.”
“It’s almost noon. It’s kind of late for breakfast.” She uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around his waist.
