“Yes.” The bed rocked, tapping the headboard against the wall. Her pussy fluttered. Digging his fingers into the flesh of her hips, he brushed her cervix, sending jolts of pleasurable pain zinging through her body.
“Do it, come in my pussy, Shooter.” Squeezing her muscles tight as a fine tremble overtook her, she felt him swell and his muscles tense. Unable to hold on any longer, she screamed and covered his cock with a rush of heated liquid. A few strokes later he followed her, coating her insides with his essence. Closing her eyes, she cherished the feeling. She’d never allowed anyone else to do this. Not even Peter, who’d controlled her every move for so long.
Shooter flipped them to their sides, remaining inside her. Flying high, she snuggled against him as their breathing evened out, content and relieved her introduction had been disaster-free.
* * * * *
Shooter sat up in bed. His body tensed as he strained to see in the darkened room. Easing open the drawer beside him, he drew his gun and waited. A giggle filled the space and he shook his head.
Crazy-ass bitches wandering around drunk.
Clicking on the light, his jaw hit the ground.
“Surprise.”
Pale supple skin, bare pussies and long dark hair greeted him. He blinked, but the vision remained. Of all the time for the Demasi twins to pay him a late-night visit.
“What the fuck?” Juliette’s voice rang out.
“Oh…are we making it a foursome tonight?” The one on the right—Jessica?—asked.
“’Cause she’s pretty, and we like chocolate every now and then.” Jane’s eyes shone with approval as she gave Juliette a slow once-over while she scrambled to cover her body.
“Is this why you brought me here?” Disgust dripped from Juliette’s every word. “Fuck you for making me think you were different. I’m not doing this again.”
“No!” Shooter said, throwing his hands up in the air. Her words cut him to the quick. Her ex used to pull this shit?
“Oh, so we need to break her in?” Jessica asked.
“All of your girls protest at first but you seem to bring them around. With our help, of course.” Jane sashayed toward the bed. “Don’t worry, honey. You’ll love it.”
“I don’t know who you are but one more step and I swear I’ll lay you out cold.” Juliette moved from the bed, holding yards of sheet to her body with one hand while she held the other up, palm out.
Jessica grinned. “Oh we like them feisty.”
“Get your clothes on and get the fuck out of here. This is my old lady,” Shooter barked.
The twins exchanged a look. “Are you sure you don’t want us to—”
“Now,” he growled. Putting the safety on, he put his gun back and scrambled out of the bed to chase after Juliette, who’d grabbed her clothes and headed into the bathroom. He turned the knob. Locked.
“Come on, baby, it wasn’t what you thought,” Shooter said. “I wouldn’t put you in a situation like that.”
“So you haven’t had ménage plus who-knows-how-many with them? So much they think it’s normal to walk in here like they own the place? What’s to stop them from doing it again?”
Wincing, he closed his eyes and banged his head against the door. “I can’t change my past.”
“That’s not what this is about, Shooter.” Her voice warbled.
“I never lied about who I was.”
“No, but seeing it up close and personal is fucking with my head.” Her voice shook.
“Just let me in and we’ll talk.”
“I don’t want to talk, Shooter. I want space.”
The words hit a red panic button inside him. “How can we work through it if you run away?” Shooter smacked his palm against the door. “Don’t pull away from me.”