Rebel on the Run (Hot Rods)

by Rylon, Jayne

  Things were working out even better than he’d hoped.

  Speeding along, exactly like he preferred.

  Only one thing left to try.

  “Let’s do it.” Bryce clapped Kaige on the shoulder. “If she doesn’t want to or can’t handle it, I’ll take her out, but I want you to know that I’m happy for you and I want to celebrate with you.”

  “Maybe someday soon I’ll be doing the same for you when Kaelyn agrees to be part of us officially. I know you’ll make it happen when the time is right. After you’ve adjusted to finding each other again.” Nova smiled. “She’s perfect for you. And for us.”

  “I’m going to do my best. If she’ll have me. I have to give her some time to figure things out, though. Stand on her own before I take that from her by making her mine.” Bryce sighed. He could wait if he had to. She was worth it.

  “She will.” Nova sounded certain. “I’d bet my car that she’s loved you since you were kids. Same as you have her. I remember how I’d find you staring at that picture of her you have in your room sometimes. I knew I recognized her, you jerk.”

  “Usually on her birthday. It was the hardest thing to know another year had passed and she’d probably forgotten me a long time ago.” Bryce could finally confess to his friend.

  “Nah. Bonds like those don’t fade away. You could leave here for ten years and you’d always be a Hot Rod, right?” Nova shrugged. “Not that I ever want you to try it…”

  “I’m not going anywhere. And if I have my way, neither is she,” he promised.

  “Then let’s go party, Rebel. There’s a lot to be pumped about.” Nova grabbed his crotch. “And he’s extra happy anticipating it.”

  “I can see that.” Bryce laughed at the hard-on Nova didn’t bother to shield from him.

  “You want to talk to her first?” Kaige winced as if the delay would be painful.

  “When it comes to this, I think it’s better to show than to tell.” He shook his head. “She got an eyeful of Carver, Holden and Roman the other night. She knows everything. It won’t be a surprise.”

  “Okay, I’ll follow your lead when it comes to her.” Nova nodded. “I’m really happy for you, Rebel. Nola’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’m glad you have that too. That we all can drink it in.”

  “Same goes, Nova.” Bryce hugged his friend. “I can’t wait to spoil your kid. I bet we can Hot Rod a tricycle.”

  “Ah, shit. I’m going to be a dad.” He laughed and looked slightly horrified at once.

  “We’d better pack in all the fun we can before then.” He tipped his head toward the living room and the rest of their gang. “Come on.”

  Kaelyn could sense Bryce approaching the instant he turned his attention to her. Every nerve in her body went on high alert as if he was a magnet and she a great big pile of iron shavings.

  Mustang Sally took one look at the intensity on his face, and Nova’s, and grinned. She did a fist pump, then whipped her neon pink tank top off. She sported a leopard-print bra beneath that made the best of her assets.

  “How did you know we weren’t going to ease Kaelyn into this?” Eli shook his head at his wife as he laughed.

  “Because she doesn’t need kid gloves.” Sally shrugged, then allowed Alanso to peel her jeans from her voluptuous hips.

  “Good point.” Nola nodded before allowing Kaige to make quick work of her dress.

  “Thank you.” Kaelyn figured, what the heck? She might as well be proactive. With a shimmy, she shucked the borrowed jeans Nola had lent her, then tossed her blouse over the sectional couch.

  Bryce glanced from her to his friends. The men and women focused on their partners, or for those single…on her.

  She shivered.

  “Are you scared?” he asked her. “We don’t have to do this.”

  “I’m more afraid that if I don’t, I might never know what I’m capable of. What it feels like to really fly. I’ve had by-the-book. Dull. That doesn’t cut it. And if what I felt with you and Holden last night is any indication, taking on four guys is going to blow my mind.” Kaelyn grabbed his collar and tugged him lower so she could kiss him. They stayed that way for so long most of the other people in the room were stark naked the next time she peeked around.

  “If it’s too much we can slow down. Or watch. Say the word and I’ll put on the brakes. No one will be upset or offended. Okay?” He kissed her softly, letting her really decide.

  “Yes. But I’d rather you step on the gas.” She unbuttoned Bryce’s shirt, loving the hard expanse of his chest, which she revealed with each fastener she undid. Tracing the valleys between his six-pack abs, she pushed the fabric aside until it fell from his shoulders.

  As if the balmy air from the fireplace hitting his bare skin was some kind of catalyst, he sloughed the rest of his clothes and divested her of her underwear in no time flat.

  Suddenly, she was surrounded. Bryce, Holden Roman and Carver paid her an inordinate amount of attention. Kissing and touching every inch of her as they told her over and over how glad they were that she was joining them.

  They pressed on her shoulders, guiding her to the floor until she lay in the middle of the four gorgeous men. Bryce kissed her as his friends plumped her breasts, suckled the taut peaks and one of them—Carver, she thought—pressed between her legs, spreading her thighs around his shoulders and petting her trimmed pussy.

  A cry flew from her parted lips into Bryce’s mouth. He broke contact for just a moment from where he lay beside her to observe his friends. “Go ahead, Meep. Eat her pussy. Get her good and slick for me.”

  Kaelyn whimpered when the Hot Rod did as her man ordered. She realized in the first instant his mouth fused to her and began to ply her with wet laps and suckles that he was part of Bryce. An extension of the man she adored.

  Bryce was giving her this. More than he could ever do alone.

  It was a phenomenal gift. Precious and rare.

  She appreciated it. Him.

  And she let him know with the ferocity of her hunger as she devoured his mouth.

  “That’s right, lady,” he whispered against her lips when they broke apart to drag air into their burning lungs.

  She heard a moan from the couch above her. It drew her attention for a moment. Sally was held tight between her two men, watching as the four guys on the floor taught Kaelyn what it was like to experience their brand of unconventional loving.

  Kae smiled at Mustang, wishing she could flash the woman a thumbs-up, but her hands were otherwise occupied, exploring the men who treated her so well.

  Then she returned her attention to them, urging them to escalate their feathery touches so that she could really soar.

  “Not so fast, lady.” Bryce tsked at her, distracting her again with another slow assault of his mouth on hers.

  She sank into the floating feeling that enveloped her, allowing the talented manipulation of Carver’s mouth between her legs to arouse her beyond anything she’d felt before. Kaige’s pledges of everlasting love—the ones he made over and over to Nola—seeped into Kaelyn’s consciousness, and she knew the rest of the guys felt the same way.

  About each other. About the women who’d joined them.

  About her.

  Overwhelmed, she lost control of her restraint. An unexpected orgasm washed over her. Carver buried his face in her folds and sipped wetness from between them.

  “Why don’t you let Bryce get to work over there?” Roman suggested to his roommate. “Besides, I want to taste her on you. Come here, boy.”

  Meep obeyed without complaint. He pressed a goodbye kiss over her mound then hustled to Barracuda, who grabbed Carver’s face between his hands and began to lick the glistening stubble that covered his chin.

  “Fucking delicious.” Roman groaned as he fisted his own shaft.

  “I can’t wait to taste her again either.” Bryce groaned as he eyed her pussy.

  “Oh no.” She wriggled, grabbing for his shoulders. “I want you inside me
. Please.”

  “I’d never be able to resist begging like that.” Eli reached into a fishbowl on the coffee table, which she hadn’t noticed before, and tossed a condom to Bryce. Cobra sank onto the couch and tugged Sally into his lap. “In fact…why don’t you ride me, Mustang?”

  She happily obliged, lifting up so he could fit his cock to her and slide home. They sighed together as Alanso beamed, watching them please each other.

  Bryce must have been as moved as her. He hummed, then pressed against her with the fat tip of his covered cock. She relaxed, letting him work his way inside her.

  “Yes,” she hissed. While he stretched her, easing as far as he could reach within her rippling sheath, his friends added fuel to the fire. They stroked her hair, ran their hands over her bare skin and even massaged her feet until her toes curled at the overstimulation.

  “Bryce,” she moaned. He took her cue and began to move, with liquid glides that seemed impossible for someone of his size and stature. His cock caressed her from the inside out, always slow and steady, keeping the next level just out of her reach.

  After enduring it as long as she could, she attempted to meet him stroke for stroke and increase the pressure.

  He dropped lower, pinning her to the floor, making movement impossible.

  “Bryce!” She practically screamed his name. Except out of frustration this time.

  “Yes, lady?” He paused, going even slower, drawing out her torture.

  “Stop treating me like I’m going to break.” She pointed to Eli, who had tipped his wife onto her hands and knees on the couch. He fucked Sally hard and fast from behind. He knew she was strong enough to take what he was giving. Heck, to enjoy it. “Like that. I want it like that.”

  “Kae, you’re not ready yet. You’d never even had two guys before yesterday, never mind four, for Christ’s sake. Let me keep things sweet and slow for you. There’s enough extra going on to overwhelm you if we’re not careful.” He swiveled his hips, which felt divine. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough.

  “If you can’t fuck me like I want, get out of the way and let one of your friends do it for you.” She wrapped her legs around him and rolled. If he hadn’t been so surprised, she surely couldn’t have flipped him. Perched on top of him, she took advantage of his momentary daze.

  She dug her fingernails into his pecs and rode him, forcing his thick shaft as deep as he could get within her. Tipping her head back she shouted, “Yes!”

  Roman came behind her and wrapped her hair around his wrist. He kept her in position as she took advantage of Bryce’s cock—no, his whole body—to finally rub the ache inside her as hard and fast as she needed.

  “That’s right, Kaelyn. Take what you need. Use him until he wises up and gives it to you.” Roman smiled down at her, reveling in her debauchery.

  Grateful, she leaned over and took Roman’s cock into her mouth, sucking on the tip of his erection, or more depending on where she was in her circuit, fucking herself on Bryce. Having them both, tasting one while squeezing the other, spurred her on. Holden must have knelt beside her because his steady hands cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and keeping the bouncing from becoming uncomfortable on the oversensitive mounds.

  “Carver, get over here.” Barracuda ordered his roommate to do more than stare while tugging on his full cock. “On your hands and knees.”

  He did as asked, with his ass facing Roman, as if preparing to host the other man. Kaelyn shuddered, eager to see Meep get fucked too. Instead, Baraccuda laughed. “Not just yet, boy. The other way. Kneel over Bryce. Lick Kae’s clit. Make her come on Rebel. Show him how lucky he is to have a passionate woman like her begging him to pound her tight, wet pussy.”

  “Oh, God.” Kaelyn lost her grip on Roman’s shaft as she cried out. It was impossible not to when he talked dirty like that. Bryce grunted as her pussy clenched around him. His hands kneaded her waist, encouraging her to take him faster, harder. Finally.

  From the couch, Alanso cursed in Spanish. She peeked over to find him watching them. He left Sally’s mouth and rounded behind Eli. “I need to fuck, Cobra.”

  He bit the head mechanic on the shoulder, then rubbed his cock in the valley of Eli’s ass.

  Cobra leaned forward, lying over his wife as he spread his legs and made room for Alanso behind him. Kaelyn didn’t know if it was the image of him penetrating his husband’s back passage or the first glancing touch of Carver’s tongue on her clit that did the trick, but she flew into climax before she could prepare herself. This compared in no way to the quick, gentle releases she’d given herself in bed at night. Or worse, the fake climaxes she’d acted out with Montgomery.

  Kaelyn felt untamed for the first time in her life.

  She didn’t care about her hair tangling, the perspiration coating her skin or the unrestrained moans that burst from her lips, which were wrapped around Roman’s cock again—when had that happened?

  The only thing she focused on was pursuing the ecstasy flowing through her.

  “Don’t stop.” Holden urged her to continue, his hands along with Bryce’s keeping her in motion. He included Carver in that directive too. “Keep licking her, Meep. Get her off again. It’s got to be hard to concentrate with Bryce sucking your cock and balls like that, but you can do it. Focus.”

  Kaelyn didn’t think it was possible to shatter so completely then spiral upward again immediately. She was happy to be wrong. So wrong.

  They made her come several times in a row, until her thighs quivered around Bryce’s powerful hips, which now lunged upward to meet her every downward plunge. Holden braced her. One of his hands still plying her breasts with naughty caresses while the other rested on her neck. His powerful chest pressed to her back, helping her keep the pace and position that brought her so much pleasure.

  But when she came again, they must have realized how noodly her limbs had become.

  “Enough,” Roman told Carver, his declaration punctuated with a slap on Carver’s ass that had him scrambling off Rebel.

  “Swinger, help her down.” Bryce surrendered his grip on her waist and allowed his friend to cradle her. He lay on the floor on his back and pillowed her on his chest.

  She sighed and gasped for breath.

  “You didn’t think you were done, did you?” Bryce grinned as he towered over her, coming to kneel between her thighs as well as the spread legs of his friend. “You want to be mine, to take the full extent of my passion. It’s yours. All yours.”

  Kaelyn shuddered when Bryce tapped the head of his cock against her clit several times. He rubbed the thick crown around her pussy until she was surprised to find her opening kissing it, trying to pull him inside.

  “That’s right, lady.” The title seemed out of place given the circumstances. Yet, in some ways, she’d never felt as privileged as she did now. She glanced to where Kaige and Nola had tuckered themselves out and keenly watched the show she and the four men surrounding her put on.

  Even Alanso, Eli and Sally seemed to have slowed to observe the new coupling.

  Bryce growled at his friends. Somehow it felt more significant than a bit of voyeurism. She knew that after this, they’d be bonded. She was becoming one of them.

  “You’re gorgeous, Kaelyn,” Bryce murmured to her.

  “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Kaige ribbed from the couch where he snuggled Nola, still buried deep inside her. “Or I will for you, if you want.”

  Before either of them could object, he dug his phone from his pocket and snapped a shot. He laughed. “Oh shit, I really took it. I was just going to mess around. Too bad, you look super hot, Kae.”

  His thumb hovered over his touch screen, prepared to delete the damning image.

  “Wait!” Kaelyn lurched, making both Bryce and Holden groan as she jolted against their pulsing cocks. “Don’t.”

  Suddenly she wanted to see herself. This new her. And have a reminder always of what she could become if she let herself embrace the woman within. />
  “Seriously?” Roman smiled down at her. “That’s hot, Kae.”

  “Hell, I’ll even video you if you really want.” Nova angled himself for a better line of sight. “No one here will judge you. We each have our own kinks.”

  Nola smiled up at her fiancé, clearly approving of his acceptance.

  “You’re sure about this, lady?” Bryce tucked a damp strand of her hair behind her ear as he hesitated giving Kaige the nod he seemed to want from his friend.

  “Yeah.” She glanced down, then decided it was far too late for modesty. “I want proof that this isn’t some crazy dream. And that…this can be me. The real me. Whenever I want.”

  “I didn’t think I could find you any sexier.” He bent over to cover her mouth with his in a tender kiss, at odds with the way she’d ridden him minutes ago. And those simple swipes of his lips over hers were all she needed to get riled again.

  Okay, maybe the camera had something to do with it.

  “You heard the lady,” Bryce said to Kaige, then turned back to Kaelyn. “Let’s give him something to record for posterity, huh?”

  “She’s so damn wet, Rebel.” Holden groaned from below her. “I’m getting soaked down here. Fuck her already. And maybe I can join you?”

  “Are you asking me or her?” Bryce looked at Kaelyn for a verdict.

  Her brow knitted as she wondered what exactly they were proposing.

  “There are a few ways. If you were prepared, I’d let him fuck your perfect ass,” Bryce rasped. “But you don’t want to jump into that without some…advanced play. I could let him fuck your pussy from below. We could take turns.”

  Kaelyn whimpered at that idea.

  “Or we could take you together,” Holden proposed. “You’re drenched. I bet you can hold us both.”

  “I’m big enough.” Bryce shook his head. “I won’t hurt her.”