Her fingers stopped fiddling with my hair, and instead, she gently stroked the back of my neck. “I mean it with all that I am. Jamie, I need you more than I can even express. But how I love you? It’s all encompassing. Not one part of me doesn’t belong to you.”
Another shaky breath escaped me, and I tilted my head around and decided to do what any man should in these moments.
Thank his woman for her love.
❖
Saint
When I heard moaning down the hall, I hesitated. Ink had gone out for another emergency church, so there was no denying who it was—Ama and Keys.
I pulled at my bottom lip as the urge to go and see what they were doing hit me, but did Ama want that? Would she be embarrassed and flustered?
We hadn’t really spoken about these things. Hadn’t had the chance, but she had mentioned wanting to repeat that ‘sandwich-style’ hug from the tattoo parlor, but had that been a joke?
Her brothers had only left last night, and hell, they might be returning if the emergency church deemed it so. We’d been busy keeping them occupied, as well as Ama, and when one of us was with her and them, the other had to go on runs—shorter ones, to warehouses all over the county and beyond.
Letting her take her time, make the first moves, hadn’t been something any of us had outright said, but it was just an organic step in the right direction.
Ama knew what she wanted from us, so we just had to wait on her for that plan to reveal itself.
I regretted that now.
Regretted it because I’d never asked her if she wanted us sexually, or just like a… Well, an umbrella relationship. She was with us all, we slept with her, but did she want more with all of us as a group? Or just individually?
Hell, could she handle us en masse?
I’d seen more shit in the clubhouse bar than most porn stars could imagine, but I’d never actually had a threesome. It made sense, though, that if I was going to have one it would be with Keys.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think the woman we might be sharing was Ama, but that was actually a wet dream come to life now that I thought about it.
Still, just because I wanted it didn’t mean Keys or Ama did.
But when I listened to her moans growing louder, wilder, fuck. I couldn’t stay in the kitchen, dicking around with a cooking game on my phone.
I couldn’t just listen to that and not need to be a part of what they were doing to each other.
Selfish, yeah, but hell, she could always toss me out if she wanted.
Stepping down the hall, I hesitated outside the door, then carefully opened it. Seeing Ama’s legs splayed out wide with Keys buried between them? Fuck, I wasn’t even sure if it was a fantasy come true or my own personal idea of torture.
All I knew was my cock had gone rock-hard and I needed her.
Keys’ back had tensed up the second I opened the door, so I knew he was aware of my presence. He didn’t stop though, didn’t react other than with the flexing of his shoulders. Ama had a forearm over her eyes as she let Keys taste her and enjoy her. I didn’t like the fact she was hiding, but I got it. This was all still new to her, after all.
She sounded so wet that my mouth watered with the need to taste her. But the way her body moved? She was a born temptress.
I shucked out of my cut and laid it on the dresser, then I ducked out of my tee and got to work on my belt. The rattle of the buckle had her hand moving away, and when she saw me? I swear that all the tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.
Her hand reached out for me, and if that wasn’t a goddamn invitation, I didn’t know what was.
I stepped out of my jeans the second I could, beyond grateful that I hadn’t put on my boots yet.
As I crawled onto the bed, she asked, “Do you go command—” Her question got derailed when Keys, obviously not appreciating her distraction, worked some magic on her.
Rather than answer her, I kissed her, and with my hands, explored her soft curves and gentle warmth. My fingers ran over her tits, finding her nipples and gently rubbing them back and forth between thumb and forefinger. Twisting them slightly whenever she arched her hips, I gradually increased pressure until I was pinching them and she was bucking into my hand.
“Oh, God!” she groaned, eyes flaring wide as she climaxed. Her legs clamped down on Keys’ head and when he laughed at how hard she squeezed him, I did too, until she was groaning and laughing at the same time as well. When he let her go, she slouched back on the bed, her tits jiggling as she got her breath back.
“Do all guys do this?” she rasped, her eyes blindly staring upward as she came down. “I mean, I thought… I thought it was the other way around.”
Figured that Ink had warmed her up by going down on her.
I snorted. “Not all dudes are douches.” Even if I’d been a douche to most women before her. Jesus, I was a real dick. I should probably apologize to every sweetbutt I’d ever fucked… but now definitely wasn’t the time to be thinking about them.
“Just most of them,” Keys replied, kissing his way back up her belly and planting himself on top of her.
She reached up and touched his top lip. Her thumb rubbed along the moisture there from her pussy, and as she brought it to her own mouth, flickered her tongue over it and tasted it herself, I was speechless. I knew Keys was too. Such unbridled sensuality and ease with her sexuality wasn’t something I think either of us had ever imagined. Ama was pretty uptight in most things, so to see her do that?
I about busted a nut.
She hummed. “Kind of salty.”
“Sweet,” Keys countered, his voice low and husky. “Sweet like honey.”
Her eyes fluttered as she stared at him. “Can I taste properly?”
His nostrils flared as he hovered his face above hers. Her tongue darted out, tasting herself, then she moaned and joined their mouths in a union that had me grabbing my dick.
I wanted in her so fucking bad, but this was Keys’ show, considering he’d warmed her up… next time, man, next time, she was all mine.
As Keys tongue fucked her, his hips rocked as he pressed into her softness. I wasn’t surprised when he reared back and up, and dragged his dick out of his boxers—boxers we’d all taken to wearing to get into bed.
I’d seen a lot of cocks in my life. Not necessarily intentionally, but just… they were there. Someone was always fucking somewhere at the clubhouse, so I’d seen pretty much all of my brothers’ dicks at some point unless they had wives who didn’t like to get down and dirty at the compound.
So, I didn’t feel icked out seeing Keys’ bobbing dick. In fact, I watched as he grabbed a hold of his shaft and pressed the tip to her pussy.
“Condom?” I rasped, just in the nick of time.
“Jab,” she whimpered, and Keys groaned in relief.
As her juicy folds swallowed him up, I ground my teeth at the sight as he made love to her. I knew because he was gentle at first, and I knew we weren’t particularly gentle guys. With Ama, of course, shit was different.
He didn’t fuck her, but he didn’t look disappointed about not being able to be rough. He bracketed her head with his forearms and connected their gazes as he stared down at her.
His ass pumped steadily, not pulling any quirky moves, just letting her adjust. I had to figure she was tight as fuck and a little tense even if she’d only just come. When her legs weren’t burrowed into his sides and she released a shaky breath, I figured she’d calmed down some, so I wasn’t altogether surprised when he pulled out again and, shooting me a nod, rasped, “Ama, I’m gonna need you to get onto your knees.”