Scissoring my fingers inside her, I raked them up and then down, then narrowed them once before broadening them again. She squirmed around my fingers and I reached for the plug that I’d tossed on the bed when she’d grabbed a hold of my cock and taken charge.
It was cold, so I slipped it over the folds of her sex and ran the pointed tip around her sensitive clit. She leaned up, rested her head on her bent forearm, and watched me pleasure her. That she owned this moment was the biggest turn on. When I pressed the plug inside her pussy, she clenched her jaw.
“Fuck, that’s cold,” she complained, her head rocking back, revealing the sinews in her throat.
“That’s because you’re on fire, baby,” I murmured, dropping to my knees beside the bed so I could focus on her more. Fucking her with the cold metal plug a few times, I twisted it, pushing down against my fingers once more, before I pulled it out and slid it down to her ass.
One finger retreated, leaving the other inside. I pressed the pointy end of the plug to her rosette and gradually pushed in as I let my other finger exit.
She used her forearm to cover her eyes as I worked, slowly but surely letting her ass swallow the toy, not stopping until it was all the way in. By that point, she was panting and my cock was weeping pre-cum.
I needed in her so bad.
With her legs spread wide, her pussy juicy from her arousal, I slowly crawled onto the bed and lay myself down atop her. Grabbing her forearm, I pressed it above her head.
“Where’d you go?” I complained on a grumble, as I rocked my hips, sliding my dick along her wet juices.
“Nowhere,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering open as she stared up at me. “That feels so good, Law—”
“Don’t even go there,” I burst out with a faint laugh. I dipped down, nipped her chin, then whispered in her ear, “I’m your Saint. Patience only for you. Love only for you—”
A cry escaped her and her arms surged around my waist, her legs cupped me tightly, and she clung to me, her face burrowing in my throat.
“What is it, baby?” I asked, not overly worried because Ama always had been a responsive little thing.
“Never thought I’d have this with you, and now I do, and I feel like I’m going to wake up and it’s all going to be a dream.”
“Well, it’s a good dream for once,” I grumbled, loving her tight clasp on me. “And I ain’t going nowhere. Not by choice.” I was hers. And I didn’t give a fuck if that lessened me in the eyes of my brothers. I’d been hers since I was a kid, since her momma had charged me with looking after her. I’d been her guardian, watching over her ever since, and I’d die doing that. I’d die making sure she was safe.
“The best,” she whispered.
Deciding to make things less emotional because my cock was aching like a SOB, I murmured, “How’s the plug?”
“Feels big.”
I laughed—it was a starter plug, not as big as they could go, and seriously, I’d seen some shit in the bar at the clubhouse. That jeweled plug was tiny by comparison.
“You’ll get used to it,” I told her.
She hummed then arched her hips. “I need you.”
“You can have me,” I growled, my voice rough as I heard the truth in her words—she was as desperate for me as I was for her.
Slipping a hand between us, I grabbed my dick, then pressed the tip to her cunt and let myself slide inside.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” I ground out, before pressing my mouth to hers. I thrust my tongue between her lips, fucking her there as I began to make love to her pussy. She took me all in, not leaving an inch of me out of in the cold.
And I rewarded her for that with two more orgasms, because I was a gentleman like that.
❖
Ama
Ink slapped my naked ass and I peered at him over my shoulder, mumbling, “What?”
“You still in bed, lazy bones?” he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
“Are you just getting back in?” I replied, rolling over onto my back, just so that he’d see my tits and stop harping at me—three guys’ needs were a lot to handle. Thankfully, my body was getting used to it, to the point where sleeping was becoming more of a necessity than ever.
Who knew that being fucked into exhaustion would take my demons away?
Hell, it was enough to turn me into a sex addict.
Although, that would probably be exchanging one problem for another. Oops.
At least my guys made me cry good tears. Ecstatic tears as my toes curled in and my body shook from the ecstasy they made me feel. That was healthy, right?
“Yeah. We need to get to the parlor soon,” he told me.
“Did church go okay?” I asked, curiosity biting me hard because I’d never known there to be as many churches as there’d been in the last couple of weeks.
He pulled a face, but didn’t chide me for asking. He’d stopped telling me not to ask, but just wrinkled his nose or sighed when I did.
“Went as well as it could go.”
I hummed. That was a non-answer, but from his face, I figured something was going down, even if things had settled some—the latter I gathered from the fact that Kenzie hadn’t been strung up. Although, whether the brothers would do that when she was pregnant was something I wasn’t sure about. That my granddaddy had gone home also made me think things were on the right track.
Still, I could be wrong.
He’d told me that some of the Knights had gone to jail after a run, so maybe that was why he’d returned after staying for a week. He hadn’t told me the details, but nobody ever did, and I was too used to it to pout about it.
I lifted my arms to him, but he grumbled, “I need to shower.”
My lips curved into a pout. “No fun.”
“You haven’t smelled me,” he teased.
I bounced up. “We haven’t had a shower together yet.”
A groan escaped him as I rolled up onto all fours, then leaped off the bed. He caught me, just as I’d known he would, but he didn’t argue again. Just carried me into the bathroom and straight into the shower cubicle.
As I kissed his nose, I laughed. “You’re still dressed.”
“Shit’s going straight into the laundry anyway,” he mumbled, ducking us under the spray the second he adjusted the faucets.
I squealed when the cold water hit my back, and I slapped him in the side. “Meanie!”
He grinned up at me. “Yeah? What about if I do this?” He tipped his face into my throat and began sucking down on the part he’d captured with his teeth.
Apparently, my throat was a bigger erogenous zone than my boobs. Unless they twisted my nipples, I didn’t really feel all that much. But the second one of them starting nibbling at my throat? Jesus, I felt like I was lit up from the inside.
I’d learned a lot about my body over the past week, and what I’d learned, I’d enjoyed. I felt whole somehow. Whole in a way I hadn’t been for too long. It was like I’d been a jigsaw puzzle that had been solved, but three pieces were missing. With the presence of Ink, Keys, and Saint in my bed, somehow, they filled the emptiness inside me—and I wasn’t talking metaphorically.
Now Saint had invaded my ass, not one part of me wasn’t theirs, and I loved it.