by Jennifer Ann
10
The room’s air conditioning feels ice cold against my skin as Ranger brings me inside and sets me on the bed like I’m made of glass. Eyes deliriously lit with passion, he bends down to press his lips to mine, covering our faces with his long hair. Humming, I wrap my arm around his thick neck and drag him closer, deepening the kiss. Though he still doesn’t quite do the same things to me as Colt, he’s a excellent kisser, and I can’t get enough of his talented tongue.
The bed buckles with Colt’s weight and we break apart. Settled on his knees at my side, Colt’s holding a handful of black material. The way they both look at me like they can’t wait any longer is enough to bring me to the edge of bliss.
“Hold her arms over her head,” Colt tells Ranger, eyes locked with mine. Two hard chests, each covered in ink and smelling of their individual musky scents, stretch over me as Ranger holds my wrists together and Colt ties the silky material around them. I moan quietly in anticipation. Being tied up isn’t high on my list of fantasies after being incarcerated for so long, but I don’t complain because this is so different. So fucking hot.
Colt moves back down beside me, grinning in the delectable way that never fails to send a delightful wave of shivers down my spine. Dipping his mouth to meet mine, he delivers a toe-curling kiss that makes me want to bury my fingers in his soft hair and hold him closer. When I bring my bound hands forward, however, he pulls back. “No touchin’.”
His expression is impossibly serious as he comes at me with a second swatch of material, setting it over my eyes. Ranger’s hands lift my head and hold my hair as Colt securely ties the silk in place.
These boys have been busy scheming.
“Try to relax, darlin’. Focus on your senses.”
I feel them both back away. The mattress bounces when they each slide off. Unable to see through the dark material, I pay attention to the smells and sounds around me as he suggested. The whir of the air conditioner fills the room, though it’s so low it can barely be heard above my ragged breaths or the shuffling of the men somewhere in the room. In addition to their lingering fragrance, the ocean and coconut scented lotion fills my lungs with each breath. It’s every bit as tantalizing as my darkest fantasies.
Minutes pass. Eagerly awaiting their return, I click my tongue and shift my legs to relieve some of the pressure building between them. “I swear to god, if you two leave me here, horny and tied up for the rest of the afternoon, I’ll show you exactly what I learned in prison. You guys may be bigger, but I promise I can hold my own.”
Dark chuckles answer me, though one is much closer than the other. Upon hearing the room’s door open and close a minute later, I mutter, “Fuck.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have taunted them with the idea.
A moment later, however, a lone finger traces back and forth across the cool skin on my inner arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. A hiss escapes between my teeth. Unable to tell which of the men is touching me, my mind flips back and forth with the imagery of Colt and Ranger hovering above, sinful smirks playing across their faces. The desire in my belly swells when the vision eventually settles on Colt.
I have it even worse for him than I’m willing to admit.
The finger disappears. I arch my back and beg, “More.”
Two side-by-side fingers reappear on the sensitive skin just below my bellybutton, dusting small circles across my stomach. I bite my lip and lean into the delightful touch, wanting even more. The fingers stop.
“Please,” I pant, picturing Colt lingering over me with a maddening grin and a dangerous glint to his beautiful blue eyes. “Give me fucking more.”
The pad of a large thumb flutters against one of my hips for a brief moment. The bed buckles near my legs with the weight of someone leaning on it, then a thumb flutters against my other hip. A painfully long moment passes, then two fingers reappear, pressed at either hip. Ever so slowly, they drag down the strings of my bikini bottom, creating tingles as they trail down to my ankles and hook the material around my feet.
The man above me breathes heavily as the bed takes on his added weight. Legs straddle either side of me. I picture Colt with his enormous cock in hand and feel another violent surge between my legs. A finger traces the swollen lips of my pussy, dipping in ever so lightly.
“God, yes,” I wheeze when a spasm rips through me.
The finger lifts into the air and the man stills. My heart pounds as I hold my breath, awaiting his next move. All at once, fingers caress the valley between my breasts until my nipples are hardened. My hips buck and I come into contact with a leg of solid muscle. When I press my burning flesh against it, the man quickly moves his body back.
“Not fair,” I grumble.
Then without warning, there’s a freezing, wet object placed on my belly. I quiver delightfully, letting out a yelp before a big hand clamps over my mouth. Another hand slowly brings the piece of ice up past my ribs to rest between my breasts. The hand is lifted off my mouth, and is joined by another to make light of my bikini top as another hand still holds the ice.
My head swims as I try to count all the hands, eventually deciding there are three on me at once. Guess both guys are in the room after all. Picturing them standing together, naked, as they take turns tormenting me, my body quivers from head to toe.
The ice is brought up to one of my nipples just as a mouth encloses over the other. My lips part with a roar, but it’s sealed off with another mouth. Only a flittering second passes before I recognize the taste and feel of Colt’s large tongue pressed against mine. His unique, manly scent, although void of the usual leather, blooms in my chest and sends my heart fluttering. I answer him with hunger, nipping at his lips, and surging my tongue inside his mouth.
The sultry kiss overpowers the continued action at my nipples until my heart swarms with heightened desire. Struck with an urgent need to wrap my arms around Colt and link my legs around his waist, I lift my head and arms. I need the beautiful man inside of me. Now.
Colt removes his lips, and my arms are pushed back against the bed.
“Colt,” I mewl. “I want you.”
“This is all about you, darlin’,” he whispers in my ear. “You’ve missed out on too much and I plan to make it up in every way possible.”
Ranger’s mouth leaves my breast and someone removes the ice, leaving a trail of cold water to dribble down my side. As the two men move around on the bed, I try several times to swallow, dying to know what they’re planning next. One of them straddles over me while the other lingers at my side.
A warm breath huffs over my clit, shooting warm tingles inside my belly. “Shit!” I hiss, repositioning my hips. More pieces of ice are pressed to my stiff nipples. The cold sting is relieved somewhat when warm fingers trace around the peaks. There’s another warm breath between my legs, then a large tongue surges inside.
“Fuuuck,” I sigh dreamily, shifting my hands inside the silk tie. Lips enclose around a piece of ice on my breast and a tongue laps at the water left behind before a set of frigid lips are pressed to mine. Opening my mouth wider to greedily return the kiss, it’s obvious the instant his frozen tongue meets mine that it’s Ranger.
Delightful trembles rake me when I realize that means Colt is the one busy between my legs. Did he make it clear to Ranger ahead of time that he’d be the only one tasting me since he had the pleasure last time too? Something about the idea of such a possessive claim brings even more shivers that race through my belly.
Ranger passes the piece of ice into my mouth, and I tuck it away in my cheek before kissing him deeper. Fingers tweak one of my nipples, and I melt as quickly as the ice when Ranger’s skilled lips work their magic against mine in sync with Colt’s glorious tongue.
When a thick cock brushes up against my side, I whimper and buck against Colt’s mouth. Colt hums in turn until I’m keening from the glorious vibration. Hands grip my hips as Colt goes to town, sucking and licking in a way that leaves my head spinning. I press m
yself harder against his mouth, squirming and rocking my hips.
Ranger moves away from me. “Think she’s close, hoss.”
Warm skin touches my chilled nipple. A beat later I realize it’s Ranger’s cock spreading pre-cum across my numbed skin. A hand fondles my other breast as he strokes against me, the feeling of it so sensational in addition to Colt’s mouth that I’m pushed over the edge into a mind-blowing valley of pleasure unlike anything I’ve felt before.
A hand covers my mouth as I scream my glorious release with Ranger’s warm liquid spurting across my chest. A mouth and tongue quickly replace the hand, soothing me back down to earth until I’m as useless as a wet noodle. A finger scoops Ranger’s cum off my chest, and Ranger stops kissing me to press the finger to my mouth. I suck it dry, swirling my tongue around his giant finger the way I would his cock.
“Goddamn, you’re fuckin’ hot, baby,” he whispers, pressing his lips to the side of my head. “Can’t wait for the chance to fuck that mouth.”
There’s a deep growl from nearby as something soft is thrown over my chest. “Clean ‘er up!” Colt snaps.
Apparently someone doesn’t like other men getting off on me.
Ranger lets out a rolling chuckle. “Sorry, hoss. Couldn’t help myself.”
Soft fibers of a towel sweep across my chest until it’s dry. Ranger moves from the bed, leaving me to focus on the pounding of my feet in a post-orgasm haze.
Their low voices volley back and forth from the other side of the room in what sounds like the start of an argument. Poor Ranger probably had no clue he’d be in for an ass chewing when he agreed to join us on this trip. If Colt didn’t want him along, why did he invite him in the first place?
“Better get a move on before this awesome high disappears, boys,” I call out. When no one comes running, I add, “Naked girl here, aching to get laid. Three years, remember? Don’t make me beg.”
A couple of minutes later, the door between our rooms closes and the mattress creaks as someone crawls in beside me. Nimble fingers untie the silk holding my hands together before a hand cradles my head.
“Drink this,” Colt commands, pressing a bottle to my lips.
What’s going on? Did he kick Ranger out?
I curl my hands around the bottle and take a sip, nearly choking when I’m met with the bitter burn of whiskey. Holy shit, it’s like he’s trying to bleach the inside of my mouth.
Colts takes the bottle from me. I hear it clunk back down on the nightstand to my left. A thumb strokes my bottom lip, and I’m quick to meet it with my tongue.
A dark hum is released above me. “Sorry, darlin’. Wasn’t supposed to happen that way. Didn’t think Ranger would treat you like some two-bit club whore.” A hand nudges the back of my head up, and the blindfold is removed. Colt sits naked beside me, hair pushed behind his ears and mesmerizing blue eyes lit with worry.
“He didn’t do anything wrong,” I scold, rolling my eyes. “We were all having a good time. Why’d you make him leave?”
His eyes narrow. “You really wanna know?”
“It’s why I’m asking.”
“Because another man’s seed was all over you.” He takes my face in his hands, upper lip curled. “I didn’t know it would make me so fuckin’ angry, but it did. I don’t want it to happen again.”
“I’m not yours,” I remind him. It feels like a punch in the chest to say the words out loud to his beautiful face. “He can do whatever he wants to me.”
“That so?” Hurt crosses his expression and his hands lift off my face. “You want me to call him back in here to fuck you?”
“Yeah,” I say through clenched teeth, despite it being an outright lie, and knowing I sound like a total bitch. Colt’s the only one I want inside of me, and the revelation is terrifying. Too terrifying to deal with right now. “I do.”
Jerking his head away, he rises from the bed and moves over to the door separating the two rooms, a storm cloud hanging above him the entire way. The door opens and closes before there’s a long pause. It opens again and Ranger emerges, still naked. The door shuts behind him. My heart slithers down to my feet when it remains closed.
Colt isn’t coming back.
I didn’t mean for him to stay away. What if Ranger gets the wrong idea with it being just the two of us? Guilt clenches my stomach. I should call this off.
A dark gaze flickers across my naked body as Ranger’s long cock twitches to life inside a condom. He struts over to my side with a deadly grin. “Ready to fix that ache now, baby?”
Ranger’s a beautiful man and has the skills to get the job done, but if the two of us do this alone, it could potentially ruin everything between me and Colt. While I can’t let myself fall any harder for Colt, I’m reluctant to cross that line.
“Colt’s not joining us?” I ask in a tight voice.
“You won’t care when I’m through with you,” Ranger answers, mounting the bed.
I desperately try to mask my regret when he bends in to kiss me. I hope I’m not making a mistake that could cost me the man I care about most.
11
For the rest of the afternoon, Colt’s nowhere to be seen. While Ranger naps beneath a cabana, I sneak down to the parking lot to find Colt’s Heritage gone.
Guess I was right to be worried I had taken things too far.
I try calling him, but he doesn’t answer. I hang up when greeted with a generic voicemail message for his number. Before returning to Ranger, I send Colt a text letting him know we’ll wait for him to come back before grabbing a bite to eat. As expected, he doesn’t answer. What the hell have I done?
Ranger decides to rent a surfboard when he wakes, so I spend the hour before sunset alone in the sand, watching him bob around in the water with a group of surfers, and wallowing in my asinine decision to push Colt too far.
I have to get my shit together. If I’m going to entertain these deep seeded feelings for Colt, I’ll be going up against Remmy since he made it clear he doesn’t want the MC life to be my future. I’m still not sure it’s what I want, although it’s clear there’s something undeniably right about being with Colt that I can’t shake.
When an unknown number flashes across my screen, I happily accept. Maybe Colt’s phone died and he stopped somewhere to check in. “Colt?”
“No, Axel,” my brother’s deep voice rumbles.
I grit my teeth, wishing I could reach through the phone to strangle him. “How’d you get this number?”
“I can’t call my own sister?”
“Oh, so you’re actually claiming me now?” I ask bitterly. “That’s rich.”
There’s a long break of silence. As soon as I’m sure he hung up on me, he says, “Remmy said you left town for a few days.”
I swear I can hear disappointment etched in his voice. Was he hoping to send me back to prison this quickly? “Why would that be any of your business? You made it clear that you want nothing to do with me, and the feeling is mutual.”
“I got to thinking after you left. Decided I was wrong. You deserve a second chance, Harley.”
A choked laugh wrangles through my throat. “I deserve a second chance? Are you forgetting you’re the one who ran away? You abandoned us. I stayed by Jawa’s side despite the poisonous lies our mother tried to spread about him and the MC. There isn’t anything I did that would involve your forgiveness.”
“Guess we see things differently.” A deep breath passes through the phone. “Harley, I didn’t call to argue. I just think we should meet up and get to know each other again. Remmy said you might be sticking around for a while.”
From what I know about the “new” Axel? No thanks. He’s probably already gathering information on my release conditions in order to report a violation to my PO. “I don’t know when I’ll be coming back.”
“It can wait. I hear Colt and Ranger are with you. Glad to hear you’re in good hands.”
Sickness settles in my stomach. How does he know they came along? Did one
of them tell him?
With the reminder that my brother and the guys are club brothers, my skin crawls. What if they’re in on whatever plans Axel has made? What if the three of them are closer than I realize, and Axel is able to persuade them to help get rid of me? How much do I really know about Colt and Ranger, and why was I so quick to trust them?
What if Colt’s persistence to be with me is only part of a game?
A repulsive wave crashes through my gut. I may be frolicking with the enemy. I’m a fucking idiot.
“Harley?” Axel asks.
“I have to go,” I say, suddenly furious with myself. “I’ll talk to you when I get back.”
I end the call before he’s able to get another word in. Squeezing the phone in my hands, I scramble to my feet. Ranger sees me and lifts a hand in the air, but I turn away, feet pounding into the soft sand as I sprint back to the hotel.
How could I be so stupid to trust someone after everything I’ve been through?
Once back in my room, I throw a T-shirt and jeans over my bikini before jamming the rest of my things inside the duffle bag, and heading for the door. Before I can touch the handle, there’s a beep, and the door opens.
Colt steps in, eyes immediately landing on my bag. “Where you headin’?”
“Letting you guys come here with me was a mistake,” I say, maneuvering around him. “I have to go. Ranger’s out surfing. Tell him I said goodbye.”
“Hold the fuck on,” Colt barks, hooking my bicep and spinning me around. “You’re leavin’ just like that?”
“I don’t have to answer to you!” I yell, backing away from him. “I don’t have to answer to anyone! I’m my own fucking person!”
He lurches at me until my back is pressed to the wall. “You are thee single most stubborn woman I’ve ever met! Why do you think you have to run?” His arms lock at my sides as his chest pins me in place. “Why can’t you just accept that I’m here to help, and let me take some of the load?”
