“I got you something,” he mumbled before he tongued my earlobe—another hotspot of mine—and sucked down. Hard.
As I shuddered, I whimpered, “What?”
His hands roamed over my back to explore the curves of my ass. When he pressed a finger against the pucker that was more accessible now thanks to the way he was holding me, I melted into him. “A plug. We need to get you trained up.”
A laugh escaped me. “I know.”
He stilled. “Huh?”
“It arrived this morning. Saint used it on me.”
His eyes darkened. “Did you like it?”
“I felt really full but yeah, it felt good too.”
He licked his lips, and from his tension, I knew he liked hearing that.
“Did you come?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, staring deep into those stunning jewel-like orbs of his. “He ate me out first and then…”
A grunt escaped him and he pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re getting me worked up, baby girl.”
I groaned as a thought hit me. “W-Would you take me at the same time as Keys?”
“Not Saint?”
“Or Saint. Either or. Both, I’ll take whatever I can get.”
His lips twitched before he burst out laughing. I pouted at him.
“What’s so funny?”
“You know that’s a thing too, right?”
“What is?”
“DVP?”
“DVP?” My brow puckered. “Sounds like fly spray.”
He snorted then pressed his face into my throat again—only not to tease me, but to laugh. “Jesus, Ama, please, don’t ever change.”
“What?” I grumbled. “Does it, or does it not, sound like something you’d use to kill insects?”
“Well, whether it does or not is another matter entirely. What it means is double vaginal penetration.”
I reared back at that. “Two? In there?” I hissed. “Where do they go?”
His lips curved, and I slapped him on the back because he was getting too much of a kick out of this. “In your pussy,” he choked out. “But yeah, it’s a tight fit. Will be tighter with you, considering you’re still small.”
My mouth dropped open. “So, technically, I could have two in my pussy and one in my ass?” I grinned at him. “I should get another guy, because my mouth will be free.”
His eyes darkened at that and he slammed me into the wall. Before I knew what was happening, his cock was free from his fly, and it was thrusting deep into me.
I wasn’t as wet as I could have been, and the water from the shower had kind of messed with how slick I was anyway. So when he thrust inside me, it came as a surprise, and I released a sharp gasp as he settled deep in my pussy.
He didn’t stop either. Didn’t let me acclimate like he usually did.
His eyes were on fire as he ground his cock into me hard and fast, and even though it wasn’t what I was used to from any of them, I realized they’d all been holding back in their own ways.
Soft and gentle, even if they moved fast and a little rough, but it wasn’t like this.
This was anger and need and jealousy… I’d made him jealous. And I hadn’t meant to.
Jesus.
Because I wanted to take back my words and burn them at the stake, instead, I reached up, cupped his face, and pressed my forehead to his. As the shower swirled around us, it was nothing to the inferno raging inside him. It scorched me, but I deserved the burn.
I whispered, “I love you. Nobody can fill me like you, Saint, or Keys. No one. I’m yours. I was born for you guys. Born to fit you, to fulfill you. To be whatever you need.”
As I spoke, his thrusts slowed, and though he was still moving hard enough to make my bones rattle against the wall, I understood.
How the hell would I have felt if he’d said something like that about a clubwhore?
I’d have been devastated.
Absolutely destroyed.
There was no place in my life for any other man. Saint, Keys, and Ink were it for me, and no words, even made in jest, belonged between us.
When his mouth grabbed at mine, his tongue thrusting in me as fast as his cock, I knew what it was—a peace offering.
I moaned into his lips and ran my fingers through his hair. Trying to soothe with my touch, to apologize for my stupid words.
A guy in a normal relationship might find those words irritating, but in one such as ours? A relationship we hadn’t really settled into?
God.
I was so stupid and thoughtless sometimes.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I clung to him as he clung to me. Then his hand tunneled between us, and I knew he was getting closer to forgetting what I’d said. His fingers rubbed my clit in time with his thrusts, and I felt myself gushing around him. Release was there, exploding behind my eyes, and I floundered for a few endless moments until he caught me, wrapped me up in his arms, and held me tight as he experienced his own release.
As the water ran cold around us, our heavy, panting breaths were diminished by the water. But I felt our racing hearts pounding against the other thanks to our tight embrace, and I whispered in his ear, “I love you.”
“Love you too, baby,” he growled. When he pulled back there was guilt in his eyes, guilt, I guessed, at how rough he’d been, but I kissed him before he could say another word. No words were necessary. And I knew I’d never make that stupid mistake ever again.
By the time we were washed up and clean, the water was close to frigid and I was aching a little. Not just from what we’d done in the shower, which did make me a little sore, but also from the fact that I’d been busy with Saint when I’d woken up this morning.
Sex… now that I’d discovered it, was kind of taking over everything else, so I knew I needed to find a better balance. It was just weird… sleeping and waking up once a night instead of several.
I figured I was getting a little punch-drunk on orgasms and sleep. I’d probably never been as rested in a decade.
Laughing when I beat Ink in getting ready—he was still gelling his hair, ha!— I rushed out and into the kitchen where Saint was sitting, eating a sandwich. That he’d probably heard us in the shower didn’t faze me. We’d moved past that point, and I was damn glad about that.
Still, I cocked a brow at him. “You look too innocent.”
His lips curved. “Said no one to me ever.”
Blowing him a raspberry, I reached over him and snagged part of his sandwich. When he grabbed my ass and hauled me onto his lap, I tilted my head for a kiss, marveling how things had changed so swiftly and in such a short space of time.
With a sigh, I pressed into him when he broke the kiss and fed me a piece of cheese that had tumbled from his sandwich. I nipped at his fingers but accepted the savory treat with a smile of thanks.
“What are you doing?”
“Reading?” he replied, waggling his cell on the table.
“Reading what?” After drawing, he knew reading was my favorite pastime—yeah, I wasn’t that great at the whole biker princess thing. I put up with the parties for them, but would have preferred to have been home reading. Although, that was before I’d discovered the big O, so maybe a couple of those before I dove into a book? Talk about a blissful Saturday night.