I tap her ass lightly and she jumps, my gaze steady on hers. “I’m spanking you because I love seeing that round ass with my hand imprint on it. I’m spanking you because you’re a good fucking girl who deserves to feel good.”
“I’mnota good girl. I’m mouthy as hell!”
I growl into her ear, my hot breath on her neck. “Maybe that’s how I like my good girl, full of fire.”
I tap her ass again, this time harder, and she squeals.
“Fuck,” she moans. “That feels good. Now harder, while you fuck me!”
I slide into her further, her mouth widening as she arches back, her breath hard and heaving as tension pulls her body backward.
Inch by inch, I press in harder, stopping a few times to let her pussy acclimate. I’ve thought about fucking her a million different ways. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggie style, but right now, lifting one leg and pressing into her is the perfect angle to smack that ass hard while I watch her face.
She’s trying to focus on the dicks around her mouth, but as I spank her ass, her body convulses.
Fuck.
“Harder. Spank me harder,” she groans. “Please!”
And I do. I spank her hard, the paleness of her skin turning red, as her teeth sink into her lower lip. She lets out a hard moan.
I pump into her with short strokes, kissing her breasts as I hold her thigh up against my chest until an onslaught of bombarding pleasure overtakes me and I’m spilling inside of her.
She grips my biceps and holds herself against me shaking, her beautiful eyes gazing up at me with intensity as she pleads, “I’m going to come… don’t stop!”
This time, we let her have it. We let her orgasm, and when she does, it’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. Her thighs clench around me, her eyes squeeze closed, her head arches back, and her hair falls down over top Ryan’s thighs. Max bends in and kisses her lips gently as I continue to pump and gently spank. She’s like a tidal wave that’s being swept away. I grip her tight to hold her in place, thrusting gently into her, my own appreciative groans spilling out as she writhes.
“Give yourself to us,” I growl, taking her harder and deeper, until she collapses between us.
I whisper my native Russian into her ear.
She closes her eyes and rests her head against Ryan’s leg. “What does that mean?”
“I’ll love you forever.”
A tear slides down the side of her face as she leans in. “I love you more. I love all of you.”
We all lay there by the fire for some time, all of us tired and naked in the glow and warmth, until a loud bang hits the side of the house, and I fear forever might come sooner than later.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Everleigh
There’s a loud crack, and then another. I think it’s thunder at first, but when I glance toward Viktor who’s throwing on his clothes, he has a look on his face like it’s more. The sound rings out again, this time closer to the cabin, and I remember the noise too well. Sadly, I’ve only just heard it a few hours before.Gunfire.My heart begins to race as we all throw on our clothes. Sweat drips from my forehead as I stand helpless in the back of the cabin.
Viktor looks toward Ryan, his tone dark and graveled. “You stay with Everleigh. If Max and I don’t come back, there’s a hatch beneath the board behind the kitchen counter. You can hide under there and take the tunnel out into the woods. There are keys in a jar dug a foot into the ground next to a pine tree. A four-wheeler is buried in debris a mile to the left of that. Follow the map by the bunker door. Whatever you do,do notopen the hatch for anyone.” His gaze goes hard. “We won’t use it. We’ll meet you at the end of the trail, or at the address marked on the map.”
I keep getting the feeling like I’m in a movie. First a porno, now some action-adventure flick. I just hope this isn’t one where the main characters die. I didn’t see myself ever loving three men, but now that I’ve had them all, I can’t go back to the way things were. They all bring me different emotions that I didn’t know I was allowed to have at once, not until now. Max is funny and sweet. Ryan anticipates my every need with comfort and care. Viktor is a possessive animal that makes me feel more sexually charged than I’ve ever felt in my life. The best part, they’re all protective and loving. I need them all. I want them all. The thought of losing anyone is too much to bear.
My hands shake as Max bends into my lips kissing me as another shot rings out. Viktor does as well, his gaze so intensely on me that I don’t question my safety. He doesn’t say a word, but I see it in his eyes. I see that he is without a shadow of a doubt, ready to let his own life end for mine.
A shudder runs up my spine as they both pull guns and back to the edge of the door. They look toward each other and make some sort of signal, then look back and nod toward Ryan as though that’s his cue to get me out of here. When Ryan grips hold of my arm and guides me to the bunker, Viktor swings open the door, and they disappear into the night. My body trembles and my stomach goes rock hard.
“Come back to me,” I say under my breath, before following Ryan underground.
More shots ring out nearly immediately.
“Why aren’t they using silencers? I thought gangsters were supposed to be smooth and stealth?”
