Share Me

by Webster, K

  He fumbles with his belt behind me. Then, his hot cock is rubbing down the crack of my ass, teasing me. “Beg me to fuck you,” he orders. “I need to hear it, baby.”

  “Fuck me,” I breathe, shoving my ass against his dick. It jolts against me. “Sebastian. Stop teasing and fuck me already. I’ve been waiting for this too, for so long. Show me what it’s supposed to be like. Fuck me hard.”

  His groans have a thrill shooting through me. He starts rubbing his cock between my thighs and then up along my wetness that’s leaking from my body. Back and forth. Back and forth. He rubs at me but never tries to enter me. It drives me crazy. I’m making a mess on his cock with my arousal. Gripping the tree so I don’t fall, I bend my body and push against the head of his cock. My pussy seems to be a magnet for his thickness. His tip teases my needy little hole.

  “Fuck me like you own me, Sebastian,” I hiss, almost delirious with the ache. “Make me yours at last.” My breathing is rapid. The sensation of pure, undiluted need rages inside my blood stream, making me wriggle my ass to complete our connection. He doesn’t make me wait any longer. His thick girth pushes into me, stretching me to the point of near pain.

  “Oh God,” I whisper, my legs almost buckling.

  He slides a hand to my front and rubs at my clit. Mixing the pleasure with pain, a chaotic duo confusing all my thoughts and functions. The pain shouldn’t feel good, but it does. It all feels too much, too good. Erotic sensations take over my body, giving me all the things I’ve only dreamed about. My pussy clenches around his thick cock, causing us both to moan.

  “Fuck, baby, you feel so damn good. Better than I’ve ever imagined. I’m going to give you it all. Fuck you until you’re sore.”

  “Make me weak, Seb. Fuck my pussy and claim me,” I pant, losing all inhibitions.

  His fingers dig into my hip while the other hand works me closer and closer to the edge of madness. My legs shake as euphoria takes over every part of me. “I’m coming. Oh fuck, Seb, you’re making me come,” I cry out.

  “Yeah, Clo, fucking come all over my big dick, baby,” he barks, hammering his hips into me until I feel his cock pulse and warm cum begins to fill me. Of all the times I was with my ex, it never felt like this. So all-consuming and soul stealing.

  “Seb,” I murmur.

  Snort. Snarl. Grunt.

  Pleasure is coursing through my veins when his hand leaves my hip to cover my mouth. His breath is hot against my ear.

  “Shhh, baby,” he whispers. “Don’t make a sound.”

  He guides my head to turn and less than twenty-five feet away, a bear is walking past. I stiffen, swallowing back a terrified scream.

  “Good girl,” he utters lowly. “Good, good girl.”

  He continues massaging my clit as his cock re-thickens and he begins to fuck me slowly from behind still, pushing himself fully inside. He fills me all the way up with his cock, causing my entire body to reignite. I can barely breathe with his large hand covering my mouth and my pleasure stealing any air in my lungs. And it doesn’t help that a ferocious bear is nearby. It seems to bring out the animal in Seb because his hips buck against me, skin slapping against skin, our barely contained moans risking our safety. At any moment, it could turn and see us. He pinches my clit and I lose it again.

  A moan starts to rip from me, but his hand covers me tighter. Thick fingers covering my airways, my own hands clinging to the tree to stop myself from falling from the force of his thrusts. I’m overcome with wave after wave of release. He keeps stroking me right into oblivion. Desire explodes through me and I can’t even make a sound. I feel like I’m suffocating and that somehow heightens the sensations. Fear mixed with pleasure is a combination I like more than I care to admit. My world spins in a delicious way as he lets out a ragged grunt. Then, his heat gushes into me, filling me up once more with his own climax.

  So feral and claiming.

  I’ve never been fucked like this.

  It’s overwhelming and amazing. Like when Ford had his way with me. And when Leo fingered me in the Tahoe. These men…they sate me. My guys have finally given me what I’ve always needed.

  Everything.

  Everything I could imagine and more.

  Who knew it would take four strong, virile, manly guys to satisfy one sexually starved woman?

  His hand slides from my face and he nuzzles his nose in my hair. “It’s safe. The bear is gone.”

  Cum runs down my thigh as his cock starts to soften.

  “But you’re not. You’re still here,” I rasp out. “And I won’t let you leave me.”

  He kisses the top of my head. “I’m not going anywhere, baby.”

  “Warm, tight, fucking delicious. Just like I knew she would be,” Sebastian says, scrubbing his hands down his face for the third time. “I can’t stop thinking about her.”

  “You need to try and stop describing shit to me because now it’s all I can think about,” I grumble back at him, my hands gripping the steering wheel tight. My eyes flicker in the rearview mirror to see Clove sleeping in Ford’s arms. I did everything I could not to allow myself to cross boundaries with her. I made sure whenever there was a choice to accompany her or Jack, I always volunteered to be with Jack. Because I knew one day being with her would lead us here. She was born to be ours. I knew it the first day her broken soul slipped into that limo with us. This, right now—us loving her and being with her—was inevitable.

  I enjoy watching and whispering instructions, but the more he talks about how Clove felt, it has me craving a taste.

  “Did your guy get any information on Jack?” he asks instead, changing the subject.

  Her father, a man I respected and liked, turned out to be just another asshole willing to do anything to climb the political ladder. Including risking the life of his own fucking kid.

  “His numbers were dropping in the polls,” I grunt. “He needed something big.”

  “And money?” His tone drops, low and heavy.

  “A hundred and fifty thousand moved to an offshore account. No name to trace.”

  “So, it is him,” he utters in disbelief. “He did this as a stunt for publicity. I just never saw this coming. I still can’t even believe it. Jack is motivated by his career, but he loves Clove.”

  Sometimes love takes a backseat when you’re riding to the top.

  Jack is a prime example of that.

  She could have been killed, and the risk was worth it to her father. Motherfucker.

  “So, what’s the plan now?” I ask. My fists clench and my trigger finger is getting twitchy.

  Seb blows out a frustrated breath. “We take a fucking shower. Get some real food in our stomachs and a decent night’s sleep. Then, we deliberate because whatever happens, Clove should get a say in it, but not until we’re a thousand percent sure about Jack.”

  Agreed.

  “We need to be thorough. Recheck the background of everyone within his campaign to see if he’s getting his contacts through one of them. We also need to track down the driver and hear it from his mouth. Now that we know she’s not in real danger, we can reach out further to other resources to help track down this guy. He’s a hired gun, so someone will have information. Time to call in favors.”

  Gravel crunches under the wheels of the Tahoe as I turn into Seb’s long ass driveway.

  “Does Leo know who lives here?” I query with an amused grin. “What about Ford?”

  Seb’s shoulders tense and his lips draw into a thin line. “Yeah, they know now,” is all he says, grabbing the door handle and popping it open before I’ve even rolled to a stop.

  “Speak of the devil,” I snort.

  Rachel Raddle stands in the glow of the porch light. Her blond hair neatly straightened and pulled over her shoulder. A full face of makeup. Tight as sin jeans and a shirt tied in a knot just below her tits, that have been pushed together by a bright pink lace bra that’s showing from her having the shirt unbuttoned too far. She’s trying too hard and it’s
comical. I study her because I’m a people watcher. I always take in every detail of everyone and everything. It’s part of my job but also because I know this bitch firsthand. She fucked Seb over and therefore fucked us all over because we’re a family. He gave her everything. Brought Leo and then me into their bedroom to keep her needs sated, but as soon as we were out of town working, she was whoring her ass out. When she came to him pregnant with another man’s kid, I offered to kill her and the low life who knocked her up, but Seb has always been soft on her and a sucker for damsels in distress. He bought a small trailer for her and plopped it on his land. Even offered her a fucking job to take care of his property while he was away working. A good deal for her, but she confused the kind gesture and thinks she still has a chance whenever he takes time off and visits home. I figured Ford would know about Seb’s dirty little secret, but I’m glad Leo knows now too that Seb let her stay even though she was a cheating skank.

  My eyes dart to Clove again and I smirk. Seb’s never looked at Rachel the way he looks at Clove. This shit is going to be interesting.

  I climb out and look past Rachel at Seb’s stately home in the middle of a clearing. Thick trees surround the perimeter. It’s been ages since we’ve last visited.

  “Hey, Zac,” Rachel greets, demanding my attention. “It’s been years, sugar. How’ve you been?”

  I give her a nod of my head in greeting. “Busy.”

  “Still such a talker, I see,” she deadpans.

  “It’s late,” Sebastian grunts when he walks over to us. “Thanks for stocking the pantry and fridge for me.”

  “You pay me to do it,” she says breathily. “I could hang around and help get you boys settled.” Her flirty smile falls when her eyes dart behind us. The car door slams and based on the way Rachel’s lip curls up and her nostrils flare, I would guess she’s noticed our new addition. “And who’s this?” Rachel asks, sweet and fake as fuck.

  Clove prances forward between Seb and me, offering her hand to Rachel. “Clove Sterling. These are my guys…”

  Rachel’s brow hikes. “Your guys?”

  “They’re my security detail,” Clove amends, shame in her voice.

  I glance at Seb to find him frowning. Ford breaks up the tense moment when he saunters over to us.

  “Don’t know about you all, but I’m fucking tired. Chit chat all you want while I find the nearest bed.” He smirks at me when he takes Clove’s hand. “Come on, Lucky. Let’s get you tucked in.”

  They walk into the barely used home with Leo trailing behind. I’m left with clingy Rachel, who’s melted away some of her anger to give Sebastian one of her signature desperate smiles.

  “If it’s too full, you could always crash at my trailer,” she purrs, running her palm down his chest.

  He grips her wrist, stopping her from reaching his belt. “Not happening, Rach.”

  “Fine. Rest up. You’ll need it because tomorrow I’m taking you guys out,” she chirps. “It’ll be fun. We can get wasted like old times…” She flashes me a wicked smile. “And then see where things go after that.”

  “Maybe,” I supply, knowing full well I’m not tapping that ass ever again.

  She purses her lips and lingers. Then, she reaches out to grab Seb’s bicep. “Joey’s been doing the hard drugs again. He and Casey broke up. He’s…” She looks down at the grass. “He’s been coming over high trying to get in.”

  I watch Seb to see if he falls for her tactics.

  His jaw clenches and he looks over at his house, indecision warring in his eyes. With a heavy sigh, I offer to do the job I know he clearly doesn’t want.

  “I’ll ride with her in her golf cart back to the trailer and check things out. Make sure she gets there safely. How about you get a shower, man? You fucking stink,” I grumble, irritated that I have to babysit this bimbo.

  Relief flickers in his eyes. “Thanks, man.”

  And then he’s gone.

  I’m left alone with Rachel fucking Raddle.

  “Let’s go,” I grumble. “I’m tired as hell.”

  She stomps off toward the golf cart, shaking her ass like it has the power to draw me in. The only ass I crave is the one I’m being denied at the moment. Clove’s perfect little ass. When Rachel sits in the driver’s seat, I let out a sharp whistle and shake my head. She grumbles and scoots over. I slide into the driver’s seat and start the engine. Rachel pouts as we drive the ten minutes or so through a path in the woods to her trailer. Her dogs start barking from behind her fence when they see us pull up. I shut the golf cart off and do a perimeter check. Once I deem it safe, I walk inside and make sure the doors and windows are locked. Before I can exit, she blocks my way.

  “You know,” she purrs, “his house is full. You could stay here with me. My bed is warm.” She grips my dick through my jeans. “You still have a thing for having your dick sucked?”

  As much as I do want my dick sucked, it just isn’t by her.

  I pat her head. “Go to bed, Rachel.”

  And then I leave her to growl pissed off words under her breath.

  Not tonight. Hell, not ever again.

  Sebastian’s house is nice. It’s too large for just him. Who was that woman? Three bedrooms, two bathrooms. You can tell a man decorated it. Not a woman. The furniture is masculine and functional. There aren’t any personal photos or anything that suggests he owns this house. Or has a mysterious woman he’s never mentioned before.

  “Kitchen. Living room. Laundry room is that way,” Ford says, pointing out rooms as he drags me along. “Guest rooms here and there. We’ll take the master.”

  I follow him into the master bedroom. A large bed sits in the middle of the room across from a large, picturesque window. Has she slept there with Seb—with any of my guys? I walk over to the window and stare out into the dark trees.

  Ford comes to stand behind me, his palms resting on my shoulders and his lips pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” I mutter. “Who was the woman?”

  He tenses behind me and lets out a heavy sigh. “You don’t want to know.” He walks off toward the bathroom. Well, that’s ominous. Now I really want to know.

  I turn in time to see him shed his shirt, showing off the muscular curves of his back, and all thoughts of anything but him flee my mind. He kicks off his shoes and then pushes down his jeans, baring his ass at me. I’m left gaping when the bathroom door closes behind him. The shower starts and I’m still frozen when someone chuckles from the doorway.

  Leo’s brow is lifted as he regards me. “Did you see something you like?”

  Heat floods my cheeks, but I refuse to let Leo make me feel bad for checking out Ford’s perfect, sculpted ass. “I’m doing a comparative study,” I tell him with an innocent smile. “Maybe you should take your pants off too so I can see whose is better. For research.”

  He peels off his T-shirt and flexes his chiseled abs. Leo is every bit the Greek god you see pictures of in books. With a last name like King and a body like his, you can’t help but want to worship him from your knees. Black sparrows and flowers are artfully tattooed over the left side of his chest, making me curious to explore them closer. I wet my bottom lip with my tongue, nearly choking on a groan.

  “You’re really going to show me your ass?” I challenge, my heart rapidly pounding in my chest.

  He shrugs his muscular shoulders. “I’m going to show you my dick too, sweetness. Give you all the evidence you need for your…research.”

  True to his word, he unbuckles his jeans and shoves them down. His black boxers are stretched tight over his obvious erection. Thick and hard. Holy shit.

  I’m most definitely feeling the urge for a little worship…

  “Come,” he orders huskily.

  I swallow and blink several times in shock. “W-What?”

  “Well, that coming will come later. For now, let’s compare.”

  He takes my hand and all but drags me into the bathroom where the show
er is going. The glass is steamed over, so I can’t see anything but Ford’s blurred form.

  “Hey, Ford,” Leo barks out.

  “Yeah, man?”

  “Clove here wants to compare our dicks,” Leo says like it’s the most normal thing ever.

  Ford laughs. “Get our girl naked and let’s show her that my nine inches is preferable to your five.”

  “Five my ass,” Leo grumbles, but his green eyes dance with amusement. “Take your clothes off, sweetness.”

  This is happening.

  Oh my God.

  My hands tremble as I fumble with my jeans. Leo reaches forward and assists. His warm fingers brushing over my stomach have a shiver rumbling through me. The shower door pushes open soundlessly.

  And dear God.

  Ford is an angel carved from stone. Perfect. Tanned. Sculpted muscles on his chest that I’m dying to explore more closely. But what has me transfixed is the way his bicep flexes each time he tugs at his very impressive cock. His eyes are dark with lust but still twinkle with amusement. My jeans get shoved down my thighs, causing me to exhale loudly.

  “Take your shirt off, Lucky. I want to see your tits.”

  I bite on my bottom lip before giving in to Ford’s command. Leo helps me out of my shoes and socks.

  “Cute bra and panties,” Leo says with a wicked grin. “They’ll look cuter on the ground.”

  A giggle escapes me and it’s infectious. Both Leo and Ford chuckle. The nerves that had been clawing their way through my bones dissipates like the steam building in the bathroom. Leo relieves me of the last of my clothes before grabbing my wrist. He tugs me into the walk-in shower. The moment I’m within reach, Ford grabs my hips and pulls me against him.

  Angling my head up, I look into his heated eyes. He doesn’t give me a chance to speak. Just crushes his full lips to mine in a soul-stealing kiss. His hands roam up my ribs on a trek to my breasts. When two strong hands touch my shoulders, I shiver with awareness.

  Two.

  I am naked with two extremely hot men.