by Ruby Dixon
It’s sweet that he’s aching for me. Epic’s all talk, but he’s got a marshmallow of a heart, and I love that. “The woman at the tattoo parlor said it was good that I waited, because it gave the brand time to heal.”
I feel his mouth press on my shoulder, and then another mouth presses on my other shoulder. Locke. He cups my breast again, and I hold it against me. This moment feels achingly sweet, like we’re all three joined together in happiness, and I love it. I want us to stay like this forever.
Then Epic’s hand glides between my thighs again. Locke murmurs, “Get on all fours in the bed for us, Becka.”
And okay, maybe I don’t want to stay like that forever. I pull away from their arms and look over at the bed. It’s so small, and I know from sleeping on it for the last few weeks that it’s not exactly going to hold three people. “Are…are you guys going to join me?”
Locke chuckles. “Of course. Should probably get naked first, though.”
Oh, yeah, I like that idea. I crawl onto my bed, but I don’t get on all fours. Not just yet. Instead, I curl my legs under me and gesture at them, feeling a little bolder. “Go ahead. I’m watching.”
Epic grins. “We gonna strip for you?”
“Unless you want to strip for each other.”
His face flushes, and he shoots a look at Locke that makes my pussy pulse with arousal.
“Do I need to dare you?” I taunt, breathless. “Maybe you should undress each other.”
Locke growls at my suggestion, and he grabs his fists in the front of Epic’s T-shirt, pulling him close. Their mouths slam together in a hard, rough kiss, and then they’re tearing at each other’s shirts and vests, lips locked.
Their intensity is so startling—and arousing—that my hand slips between my thighs and I begin to rub my clit. God, I’m so wet, too. The sight of them touching each other is almost as good as when they touch me. Off goes Epic’s vest, and then Locke’s. The shirts follow quickly behind and then they’re kissing each other again, hands going immediately to each other’s belt. Epic rubs Locke’s cock through the denim of his jeans, and I moan at the sight, rubbing myself, too. “Pants off,” I encourage. “Quickly.”
That makes them look over, and Epic grins to see my hand between my legs. “Can’t wait for us?”
I bite my lip and shake my head, but I don’t stop my hand’s frantic movements.
“Bad girl,” he says. “Locke hasn’t had a taste of that pussy yet. I think he needs his turn.” He gives Locke a shove toward me. “Go help her out.”
A predatory gleam enters Locke’s eyes, and he stalks the few paces toward the bed and then crawls over me. He’s still in his jeans, but they’re hanging open and loose at his waist. Epic grabs at them and yanks them down even as Locke moves over me and gives me an open-mouthed, hungry kiss. His tongue flicks against mine, and then he pulls away, kissing my chin, and then slowly moves lower, pressing his mouth to my neck.
Then lower still.
His mouth brushes down over my collarbone and to my breasts, the stubble on his chin scraping a prickly trail as he goes. He nips at my breast, and I whimper, but he doesn’t stay there, continuing downward. Belly. Navel. Hip. I prop up on my elbows so I can watch, because I want to see his mouth move over my skin. I get a glimpse of Epic pulling down Locke’s pants just as Locke’s lips descend on my pussy.
Oh God. He kisses my pussy just like he kisses my mouth—gentle, thoughtful, and oh-so-precise. There’s no wildness when his tongue strokes over my clit, just surety and determination. My hand immediately goes to the back of his head, and I press down, gasping. I need this. I need to come so badly.
“Fuck, she’s going to come right now, isn’t she? Make her squirt on your tongue,” Epic tells Locke, and in a pleasure-daze, I see him reach around Locke’s waist to grip the other man’s cock. “I want to watch.”
Locke makes a sound that might be affirmation, or might be a groan, but he doubles down in his efforts, lapping at my clit with slow, steady strokes. It’s completely different than how Epic eats pussy, and equally pleasurable. I cry out and raise my hips with every drag of his tongue, barely aware that Epic is saying filthy things to both of us. I throw my head back and raise my hips, needing more, more, more.
Something hard presses at my core, and I realize it’s Locke’s finger moments before it thrusts inside me. He sucks on my clit, his tongue flicking against it, and begins to pump into me with his fingers. It feels incredible…until his finger rubs inside me just a certain way—
—And my brain detonates. The air explodes out of my lungs, and my legs jerk as an intense orgasm washes through me. Epic’s saying something, but I can’t hear it over the roar of blood in my ears, my own cries, and I can’t concentrate because Locke’s still licking me, still rubbing that spot inside me, and I keep coming and coming and coming. Eventually, he pulls his mouth away and the endless orgasm seems to fade, leaving me twitching and spent on the mattress.
I pant, a hand to my forehead as I try to compose myself. My brain feels like a scrambled egg, but in the best way. And I feel warm and sexy and sated and…
And Epic and Locke are kissing. Again.
My eyes focus in, and I see that Locke’s pants are gone and Epic’s are down around his hips, and Locke has his hand on Epic’s cock, stroking it as his tongue plays over the other man’s mouth. I must make a little sound of surprise because they both turn to look at me and Locke grins. “Just giving him a taste of you.” And his tongue touches Epic’s while I watch.
An entirely new flush of desire rockets through me. “Are…are you going to make him come?”
He casually strokes Epic’s cock, and the breath hisses from between Epic’s teeth. “I think he wants to come inside you,” Locke tells me. “Do you want him inside you?”
I bite back the moan building in my throat. Funny how I just came my brains out and yet the sight of them touching each other is enough to make me ready for more. “What about you?”
Locke’s eyes gleam. “Oh, I’ll get my turn. Trust.” He gives Epic’s cock another jerk. “But I want to watch him fuck you first.” He releases the other man, and Epic seems to collapse on himself, breathing hard. Locke just claps him on the shoulder. “Go kiss her, man.”
Epic moves forward, and I put my arms out to welcome him. His knee goes between my legs and in the next moment, his weight is pressing down over me, and he’s giving me those wild, hungry kisses that tell me he’s close to the edge. I’m wrapped up in his kiss instantly, my world reducing down to Epic’s mouth and the feel of his heavier body on mine. He’s not too heavy at all; he feels perfect. As his tongue strokes along mine, his hand roams over my body, moving over my breast, my hip, my thigh, before pushing my legs apart and settling his hips over mine. His cock presses against my pussy, the length of him hard and foreign against my skin.
“Go slow,” Locke warns. “Make sure she’s still wet.”
“Get over here and kiss her,” Epic says, lifting his mouth from mine. He gives me one last quick kiss, nipping at my lip, and then props his body up. I feel him position his cock at my entrance, and I moan when he rubs the head of it through my folds.
Then Locke pushes in next to me on the tiny bed, and instead of kissing my mouth, he cups my cheek and tilts my head, and then his mouth is on my ear, sucking on my earlobe and tracing it with his tongue. And, oh God, I didn’t think ears could be so damn erotic, but they are. I breathe his name, and his hand glides down to my breast, toying with my nipple.
“Just like that,” Epic tells him, sounding as breathless as I feel. “Fuck, she’s so goddamn pretty like that. Keep touching her nipples. I like seeing that.”
His cock pushes at my core, seeking entrance, and I instinctively spread my legs a little wider. He pushes harder, and then the thickness of him becomes too much, and my whimper becomes pained.
“Shh,” Locke tells me, and presses small kisses to my ear. “We’ve got you, Becka. He’s going to make you feel good.”
“Take your time,” Locke says. “Make her feel good.”
Epic leans over me and presses his mouth to mine. “I’m sorry, Becks. I’m not trying to hurt you.”
“I’m okay,” I whisper. It still feels uncomfortable, but it’s starting to go away, leaving just the sensation of being incredibly filled. Locke’s nuzzling at my ear, and Epic’s kissing me. Somewhere in there, a hand is sandwiched on my breast, and I feel good. I feel loved.
“I’m going to have to move soon,” Epic tells me, voice strained.
“I’m fine.” I reach up and caress his cheek. “Go on.”
He surges into me again and I gasp, because I feel a tiny stab of discomfort when he does. It fades a moment later, and then Locke’s nipping at my ear, his fingers stroking my breast. I relax, leaning into his caresses, and Epic kisses me again, hunger and desperation in the push of his mouth against mine. Then he thrusts deep once more, and there’s no sharpness, only the sweet, aching sensation of being so incredibly full.
A moan escapes me.
“Fuck, God, she feels incredible. You feel incredible, Becks, baby.” Epic’s words are tight and hard, just like the thrusts he’s drilling into my body over and over again. He grips my hip, holding me steady, and my breasts bounce with every push he makes. And it’s weird, because this isn’t as good as him licking my pussy, but it’s distractingly delicious in very different ways. There’s a deep, curling warmth in my belly that’s growing with every stroke, and Locke’s caresses are a sweet counterpoint to Epic’s rougher enthusiasm. It all feels good. Dizzyingly so.
“Make her come,” Locke murmurs in my ear, and it takes me a dazed moment to realize that he’s not talking to me, but to Epic. “Make her feel good before you fill her up.”
Epic grunts acknowledgment, and then he lifts one of my legs, dragging it up. He kisses the ankle before propping it on his shoulder, and then resumes his quick, powerful thrusts into me. It changes the angle, and that slow, pleasant spiral in my belly grows tenfold, and need rockets through me.
“Oh!” I cry out, and Locke’s fingers lace with mine, and he’s kissing my shoulder.
“Let it happen, Becka. We’ve got you.” Locke’s nose rubs along my cheekbone, and I turn my head so he can kiss me. Then his tongue sweeps into my mouth, hot and full of need, and I’m lost in the kiss and in the big male body claiming me for himself. The orgasm that’s building this time feels different than the last one—more like thunder rolling in than a lightning strike, but it feels deeper and bigger. My muscles start to clench and tighten, and I moan into Locke’s mouth even as Epic’s pace quickens. I’m awash in sensation, letting the moment take over, and I love that we’re intertwined. Locke’s hands and mouth are on me, even as Epic’s cock surges into my body. We’re connected at every level.
Then the orgasm crashes over me, and I cry out again.
Epic bites out my name, and his next thrust he holds for endless moments, his body straining against mine. Locke just murmurs sweet words in my ears as I quake in the aftermath of my newest orgasm. I mew a small protest when he sits up, and then Epic kisses me, distracting me.
I can feel the moment Epic’s cock leaves my body, and I immediately feel hollow and bereft. I cling to him, wanting more kisses, more touching, more everything. He strokes my hair, pressing his forehead to mine and panting. “Love you, Becks,” he murmurs.
“Love you, too,” I tell him. I do. I love him, and I love Locke, too.
Then Locke is there, and his face is hard with need and I shiver to see it, because I’m exhausted and yet still so ready for more. He helps me sit up and pulls me to my knees, and then his mouth claims mine in a scorching kiss that tells me he’s waited long enough for his turn.
“Turn around,” he rasps, and his hand goes between my thighs. I moan a protest and try to push his hand away because I’m wet with my own juices and even more slick from Epic’s cum, but he ignores my efforts. “Hands and knees, baby girl.”
And I obey, because my brain’s a noodle at this point, and I’m so tired but hungry for more that I want him inside me, too. I get on my knees and he tugs my hips back, lifting them high into the air as he settles his own legs behind mine. I feel the heat of his body as his thighs brush against mine, and then he pushes my legs wider. My cheek goes to the blankets.
Locke pushes into my pussy in the space of my next breath, and I gasp. It doesn’t hurt—I’m too slick from everything else. But he feels different, and the angle feels different, and it’s all so good. I feel my body clench again, and a little choking cry escapes me.
“Gonna claim you as mine, too,” Locke says in that gruff, sexy growl he makes when he gets turned on. “Gonna claim this hot little pussy for both of us.”
“Yes,” I moan, my fingers curling into the sheets. I want to be claimed by both of them.
He thrusts deep, and then I feel his fingers play along the seam of my ass, and I’m shocked at the sensation. “Gonna claim this, too, next time. Not tonight, because this is still new. But gonna give you something to look forward to, baby girl.”
And I moan again, because I’m a little frightened of the thought…but also incredibly curious.
“Kiss her, Epic. Kiss her while I pound her pussy.”
Oh God, that sounds so filthy and yet that’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s holding my hips and pulling them back against him with every stroke, and he’s pushing so deep into me, so quick, that I do feel like I’m being pounded. And incredibly, another one of those deep thundercloud orgasms feels like it’s coming on again.
Then Epic’s there on the bed beside me, his face close to mine. There’s a sleepy satiety in his gaze, but he twists a hand in my hair and pulls me against him for another deep kiss, and the rockets go off in my body again. I can feel my pussy clench around Locke as he thrusts into me, and I hear his growl of satisfaction as he realizes it.
“She’s coming again,” he tells Epic. “Sweet Becka. Sweetest ever.” He pounds into me harder, faster. “Perfect for us. So damn perfect.”
I just whimper as Epic tongues me, lost in sensation. I’m thoroughly claimed, in every way possible.
Locke slaps my ass, shocking my orgasm into the next level. I squeal against Epic’s mouth, and I rub my nipples against the bedspread as Locke thrusts into me again, because I’m coming apart all over again. Over and over and over. I feel his hands clench hard on my hips, and Locke growls low again, shuddering. Wetness seeps down my thighs, and Epic caresses my cheek.
Claimed. Utterly sated, but more than anything else, claimed by them.
My brain is a pleasured fog as Locke gets off of me and Epic curls up on the tiny bed at my side. I’m in a sleepy daze as Locke finds a small towel in the bathroom and wets it down, then gently wipes me clean between my thighs and presses a kiss to my kiss-swollen lips before doing the same for Epic. He cleans himself off last, and then joins us in the bed, squeezing tightly on my other side. His arms go around both of us.
It’s so quiet, no sound but that of their beating hearts and our breathing. I’m in heaven, tangled in their sweaty limbs. There’s no place I’d rather be.
“My ass is hanging off the bed,” Locke says in a disgruntled voice.
“Mine’s pressed to the wall,” Epic murmurs, then yawns. “Pretty sure I’m gonna be picking plaster out of my ass crack for a week.”
I chuckle and wiggle contentedly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you two, because I’m perfectly happy being the meat in your sandwich.”
“If we’re staying up here long term, we need an apartment of our own,” Locke says. He strokes my arm, even as Epic buries his face in my hair. “Something with an enormous bed, a garage for our bikes, and a study for you.”
That sounds amazing to me, though I’m sure Enid will pout that she’s going to lose her roommate. “Doesn’t have to be long term,” I tell them. “I’ll finish the semester here an
d then transfer back to Albuquerque with you guys. I don’t want you to be separated from the club.”
Epic kisses my neck. “You sure you want that? You gonna be our Walter White?”
“Umm, no. I’m going to go to college and leave all the biking to you guys.”
“I’m down with a hot civilian wife,” Epic says. “No worries on this end.”
“You sure you don’t mind that, Becka?” Locke’s fingers feel wonderful as they tenderly skim over my skin. “You’d be giving up everything here.”
I would, but…my family is there. Jim and Penny…being kidnapped (and returned) made me realize that I’ve missed them and missed having a family around me. That being on my own makes me need no one, but it also makes me lonely. I want to join my life to Epic and Locke…and I want to pick up the pieces with my brother and sister. “I won’t be giving up anything,” I tell him, and touch his arm even as I lean back for another kiss from Epic. “Everything I want is right here.”
Saying it aloud makes me realize how right it is. I can still finish college in Albuquerque. Maybe not the same college, and maybe not on a scholarship. But we’ll find a way to make it work. I know the guys love being Butchers, and I wouldn’t take that from them. I know I don’t understand the ties they have to the club, or the depths of the things they have to do. And that’s all right, too. They can do their thing, and I’ll do mine. As long as we meet in the middle, we’re good.
Everything’s good.
Author’s Note
This book was supposed to happen last summer.
Oops.
Thing was, I knew where the pieces needed to go, but when I sat down to work on the book, my mind was a blank. I’d write the first chapter. I’d delete it. I’d write it again. Delete it again. I kept cramming in a lot of backstory only to realize that it bogged things down and made it boring. So I’d put it aside and work on another item that had a deadline, and eventually summer slipped into winter slipped into this year. I’m so grateful to the series fans that have been asking for this story, because you kept it on my radar! I hope you find this story satisfying. I originally intended for it to be a short, quick, sexy romp like PACKING DOUBLE but the characters took their own sweet time, as you can see here (this book is actually well over twice the length of PACKING DOUBLE).
