Tearaways

by Lily Harlem

He slid his fingers from her clit through her damp flesh. When he reached her pussy he dipped one finger inside.

  “More,” she said, frustration gnawing at her, even though she knew she had to take it slow. “I need more.”

  “You’re going to get it.” He grinned, but it was a little strained, as if his control was also being stretched.

  She moaned and writhed on the bed.

  “Here.” He added another finger and pushed in, knuckle deep.

  “Oh yes.” His fingers were much better than hers—bigger, thicker, longer.

  “Fuck. You’re so small and tight.” A shard of concern crossed his face.

  “It’s okay, we’ll fit.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t. It’s going to be amazing.” She pressed her heels into the bed. “But use your hands on me first, like that. It’s good.”

  “Good like this?” He pulled his fingers out then pumped them back in. The heel of his palm caught on her clitoris.

  “Oh, God.” She gripped him with her internal muscles. “Yes…”

  He worked her with firm, sure strokes. The pressure built. She squirmed, bucked, gripped him.

  “I need to get inside you.” His voice was gruff and tense.

  She stared up at him as a familiar tightening coiled in her belly. An orgasm was beckoning. “Make us both come… together.”

  “I will.”

  He withdrew from her and positioned himself over her body, his cock arrowed at her pussy.

  She gripped his forearms. A slight tremor was attacking his muscles.

  “Watch us joining,” she said. “Watch the penetration.”

  He hung his head and she followed his line of sight.

  Slowly he eased forward, finding her entrance then sinking in.

  She forced herself to relax around his thick shaft as he went deeper, higher, rubbing over her G-spot.

  He groaned, a long, vibrating sound. “You feel amazing.”

  “So do you.” She curled her toes and gripped his arms tighter. She was being stretched and filled so intensely.

  “Am I hurting you?” He stopped.

  “No, that’s how it’s supposed to feel.”

  “Can I keep going?”

  “Yes, damn it, give me it all.” She reached for his right buttock and pressed. “I can take it.”

  He curled his hips under and sank to full depth until his balls were seated against her ass.

  They both gasped and he dropped down, only just catching his weight before he crushed her.

  “Olivia,” he said. “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” She found his mouth and kissed him, holding him as close as she could.

  After several seconds he began to move his hips, rubbing over her clitoris with his body each time he drove in and out.

  “Like that, oh, don’t stop.” Already her orgasm was building. A wonderful tension in her pelvis that would soon need to be released. “More.”

  “Am I hitting the spot?” he asked.

  “Can’t you tell?” She groaned and hooked her legs behind his. “You’re a fucking natural at fucking, Lucas.”

  He caught her mouth in a hungry kiss.

  Within a minute her climax was there. She tore her lips from his and prepared for ecstasy. “Come with me…”

  “Now?”

  “Yes.”

  He arched his neck and tipped his face to the ceiling.

  She stared at his throat as he pumped harder and faster into her. His honed body, toned muscles, driving them both to climax.

  She grabbed his other buttock, digging in her fingernails. She held her breath and climbed the last honey-sweet steps to release.

  Suddenly it took her. She cried out, bliss pouring into her body and causing her to shake and her pussy to spasm around Lucas’s rock-hard shaft.

  He roared, a primitive animalistic sound, then came inside her.

  She clung tighter to him and her orgasm extended, tumbling her into another round of ecstasy.

  On and on she reveled in the wonderful state of satisfaction, loving the sound of his pleasure-soaked groans as he slowed and finally stopped.

  He looked down at her, his brow damp and his cheeks a little flushed.

  “You okay?” she asked, smoothing her hand over his short hair. It was soft on the downward stroke, then sharp on the upward.

  “Do you even need to ask?” He kissed her. “That is singularly the most satisfying experience of my life.”

  “You waited too long.”

  “No.” He shook his head. “I waited for you.”

  She was silent, sensing there was more.

  “I always knew you were out there. I just didn’t know your name or your face. Now I do and it makes sense. You’re the one for me, Olivia. I don’t regret waiting, not one bit.”

  “Lucas.” She cupped his face. “It was incredible for me too. You got it just right.”

  “Good.” He grinned. “I might have been inexperienced, but I’m not a virgin when it comes to watching porn.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “Really? I’ll remember that.”

  “Why? Gonna watch it with me?”

  She ran her hands over his hot shoulders, adoring the width of them. “I might, one day.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Olivia slept cocooned in Lucas’s thick arms with the warm meadow air washing over her hot limbs. She dreamed of the bikes, of being in a hot bubbly bath and Lucas giving her more shells as he washed her hair over and over.

  When she woke her hair was shifting gently with his breaths and she snuggled closer.

  Bang. Bang.

  “Hey, you guys. Get the hell up.”

  “What the…?” Lucas went from sleeping to awake and upright in a heartbeat. Standing naked, he stared at the door then at Olivia.

  “It’s Mason,” she said. “What time is it?”

  “Fuck.” He glanced at the TV, which had a small digital clock in the corner of the control panel. “Nine.”

  “Damn, we should have been back at camp an hour ago.” She climbed from the bed.

  “Shit.” Lucas went to the door and opened it.

  Mason strolled in dressed in his leathers. He looked between them and shook his head. “Fucked each other into unconsciousness, did you?” He raised his eyebrows.

  “None of your fucking business,” Lucas muttered then grabbed his t-shirt and tugged it on.

  Mason chuckled and whacked his shoulder. He turned to Olivia and his attention drifted down her naked body. “Not that I blame you, I would have, too, given the chance.” He paused. “Damn, you’re hot in the morning all messed up.” He indicated her hair, which she guessed was wild having gone to bed with it wet.

  “Are the others ready to go?” she asked, glancing around for her clothes.

  “Yes, tents are down, packed up, have been for a while.”

  “Damn it, where is my underwear?”

  “Here.” Lucas emerged from the bathroom and tossed her bra and knickers over the bed.

  “Thanks.” Quickly she pulled them on, then did the same with her leathers and t-shirt. She looked in the mirror and shuddered at the state of herself. “I’m gonna need a minute.”

  Dashing into the bathroom, she used the complimentary comb to detangle her hair and quickly plaited it. She brushed her teeth, used the loo, then filled the sink and splashed water on her face. “That’ll have to do,” she said to her reflection then noticed complimentary deodorant and hand cream and used that too.

  She emerged feeling fresher.

  “I’ll just…” Lucas went into the bathroom, leaving her alone with Mason.

  He was standing by the doors, staring out at the fields bathed in the morning sun. She went to stand beside him.

  “Lucas okay?” he asked.

  She smiled. She was always touched by Mason’s concern for his quiet twin.

  “I’d say he’s more than okay.”

  He nodded. “I hope you were gent
le with him.”

  “Of course.” She nodded at the closed bathroom door. “That man should have been fucking years ago, a ton of women have missed out.”

  “That’s just it.” He stepped close and tucked a strand of hair she’d missed behind her ear. “He only wanted you.”

  “But he didn’t know me.”

  Mason smiled. “But he knew you existed, somewhere.”

  She swallowed. Emotion was threatening to overspill. “Mason…”

  “Mmm?”

  “I care about you all so much. I know it hasn’t been long, but I can’t imagine losing any of you.”

  “You won’t. We’re yours.” He brushed his lips over hers. “You’re the only one we want.”

  She sagged against him, her worries brushed away by his soothing Scottish voice and his kind eyes.

  “We’re a team,” he murmured against her mouth. “And we’re achieving great things, thanks to Dante.”

  “I know.” She fluttered her eyes shut. So many thoughts—Lucas and their sexy night just gone. Harry and his friend Candy, who’d died and was their reason for raising cash. Raul. Evan. And Mason standing before her, looking like the man she’d made love to hours ago, but not him, a different entity all together and every bit as alluring.

  “So when’s it going to be my turn?” he asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You know what I mean.” He gestured to the bed and twitched his eyebrows. “My turn with you. A bit of hot, sweaty, giving-each-other-orgasms time.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I reckon we’ve got time now?” He ran his hands to her hips and drew the lower half of her body closer to his. “For a quickie.”

  She glanced at the clock again.

  “I’ll make it worth your while,” he whispered.

  “But we have to get going toward the mountains.”

  “The mountains will wait.” He brushed his lips over hers. “And the others will have to wait as well.”

  His suggestion was tempting, but like with Lucas, she didn’t want to rush her first time with Mason. “No, we should—”

  “I’m done.” Lucas burst from the bathroom with uncharacteristic noise. “Let’s hit the road.”

  She looked at Mason. A shard of disappointment crossed his face and his lips tightened.

  “Sorry,” she said.

  He shrugged. “I can wait.”

  “It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.” She took his hand.

  “I know it will be.”

  She grinned and tugged him to the door where Lucas was waiting. “Come on, my sexy Scottish hunk. Lead me astray on the open highway.”

  He laughed. “You’re something else, you know that.”

  An hour later and Olivia was at the front of their convoy, leading the way on her Harley across Kansas.

  Her heart was light, her mood buoyant. She had a lovely sense of satisfaction that stemmed straight from her core into every nerve in her body. Behind her were the men who had shaped the person she’d become—the friend and the lover.

  Of five men.

  Except Mason, he wasn’t her lover…yet. But he would be. Soon. She’d make sure of that.

  As she watched a cluster of clouds, far off to the north, beginning to take on an ominous dark shade of gray, Mason stayed in her thoughts. They’d had sexual contact, but not actual sex.

  But we will.

  He was the last of her men she needed to claim as hers. Take into her harem.

  My harem?

  Is that really what this has become?

  Yes.

  And heaven help anyone who stood in her way of having all five of her men. She loved them all, passionately, desperately, and soul-achingly.

  Tilting her chin, she revved her engine and put on a spurt of speed. Behind her Harry did the same. Then Evan, Raul and the twins.

  She smiled and punched the air. “Whoohoo!”

  “Go girl!” Harry said, coming alongside her.

  “To the ends of the earth!” Evan pointed straight ahead then overtook so he was in the lead.

  She laughed and accelerated to keep up with him. Had she ever felt so free, so young and in love?

  Never.

  This was the here and now.

  Eventually Kansas’s open, flat land became more built up. They passed a chemical plant that sprawled into the distance then finally they hit Denver.

  Evan drew to a halt at a brightly painted diner with a neon flashing image of a burger over the door. “We should get food.” He dragged off his helmet.

  “Sure.” Harry nodded. “We’ve got the cash.”

  “More…bloody burgers.” Raul shook his head. “I will turn into a burger. This is not good.”

  “You could have pizza or hot dog.” Olivia grinned and swiped her cheeks to remove the grime of the road.

  “I do not want to turn into a pizza or a hot dog either.” He frowned.

  “Aw.” She slipped her hand into the back pocket of his leathers so she could feel his ass as they strolled into the diner. “Proper food will be in front of you soon enough, Raul.’

  “I hope so.” He set a kiss on her head. “Tapas, and fish from the ocean, olives, cheese that is real and not plastic.”

  “I like you cooking for us.”

  “I like cooking for you all.”

  They went into the diner and ordered.

  Half an hour later they left.

  Olivia’s belly was full of carbs and protein. But Raul had made her think of delicate fish that flaked onto her fork, olives warm from the sun and cheese that melted onto crackers because it was ripe not heated under a grill.

  “Will you cook for me again soon?” she asked, as they were donning their helmets.

  “I will.” He nodded, his expression serious. “Very soon.”

  During the next leg of the journey they skirted Denver, pausing only to get fuel. Olivia would have enjoyed a detour into the city but Harry seemed intent on getting onto the road that would lead them into the Rockies.

  They passed by a large lake where families kayaked, windsailed and picnicked, then they turned toward the looming mountains.

  The bikes motored on, the landscape here the complete opposite to the flat land they’d spent so many hours on. She was aware of the Harley’s engine straining when climbed steep gradients, and her brakes heating on descents.

  Tall trees watched over their route. Emergency brake lanes made themselves known. Gushing rivers competed with the speed of road users as they surged over rocks and churned their way through meanders.

  Olivia was mesmerized. The mountains were beautiful and she was only in the foothills and civilization was all around. It made her long for more isolation, like when she was on a boat out at sea. Nature’s isolated landscapes called to her; she wanted to immerse herself in them.

  She glanced to the side and saw Evan drawing level with her.

  “You like?” he shouted.

  “I love it!”

  He grinned. “Any wilderness, huh.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It appeals to you, the ocean, the mountains, the forest. Same as me and them.” He jerked his head backward, indicating Raul and the twins. Harry was leading the way. “Not being around people, civilization. Just the elements.”

  “Yes,” she said. “I don’t need much.”

  “So what do you need?”

  “My men.”

  He laughed. “I’m glad to hear it. What else?”

  “Food, shelter, somewhere to take a shower.”

  He indicated to the ground whizzing past them. “Wait here, I’ll go sort out those needs.” He sped forward, drawing level with Harry. They had a shouty, pointy conversation over the roar of their bikes then Evan turned and gave her the thumbs-up.

  Half an hour later they pulled into a town called Copper Mountain. It was quaint with wooden buildings in a valley and steep gradients gracing the sides of the hills that swooped up around them. There were ski lifts. C
learly in the winter it was a wonderland with adrenaline-seekers taking to the slopes. Right now, it seemed hikers ruled the roost.

  They parked up and congregated in a huddle.

  “Now what?” Olivia asked, looking around.

  Several people were staring their way. The bikes and leathers did that. She checked on Harry to see if he was still wearing his skull scarf on his face—he was.

  “Let’s get a drink and eat.” Mason nodded into the main street which was pedestrianized. “Plenty of places in there and we’ve got some cash.”

  “Yeah, and I reckon we’ll find somewhere to camp out in the woods.” Evan nodded to the right. The houses soon turned to dense forest. “But we’ll have to watch out for bears here.”

  “We should buy some spray,” Harry said. “Just in case.”

  “Bears! Spray!” Olivia pulled a face. “Forgive me for being a scaredy cat, but even Mason and Lucas can’t fight off a bear, and Evan’s not likely to have much luck slicing off its head. And if it’s a grizzly…” She shrugged. “Let’s camp in the town, there must be a park or something.”

  “We’ll get moved on.” Harry shook his head.

  She stared at the huge dark trees. Being in there, at night, with big creatures with big teeth and big appetites was worse than being adrift at sea. The sea she could handle. Bears she couldn’t.

  “It’ll be okay, babe.” Evan put his arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze.

  “Mmm.” She wasn’t convinced.

  “Let’s get that food,” Harry said.

  They headed into the town. Olivia’s mood had sunk from earlier. She was hungry and tired and the prospect of the night ahead didn’t thrill her. The night before with Lucas had been wonderful. This one she suspected would be restless.

  The restaurants spilled onto the street, customers eating and drinking, and the conversations creating a pleasant hum.

  “Seems busy,” Mason commented.

  “Si.” Raul surveyed the place. “It does, but not that one.” He pointed up the street. “It is empty.”

  They wandered toward it and found a man in dark jeans and a blue checked shirt writing on a large blackboard out the front.

  Closed due to staff illness.

  “Damn it,” Harry muttered.

  “I have an idea.” Raul rubbed his fingers on his lips. “To get money for Vegas.”