“Waiting for you,” Ryker clarifies.
“I knew using Delilah’s name would draw you in.” Hunter pulls his shirt over his head. “It was only a matter of time before you started looking for her name. Typical cop.”
There’s laughter in his voice, and I know he doesn’t mean it in a bad way. I wouldn’t care if he did. I’m too relieved to be with them again. Now that we’re together, the three of us, everything feels right again. Like, I’ve been holding my breath for six months and only now can exhale.
“Missed you, Sugar.” Ryker’s hand slides up my thigh. “Missed that tight pussy, too.”
Before I can say anything, he covers my mouth again, only this time he uses his lips to do it. I part mine willingly, hungrily, and our tongues tangle while he works a hand under my shirt.
Hunter stretches out beside me and I run a hand over his chest, then up to his shoulder before he leans in to nuzzle my neck. “You smell so good.” His tongue traces my earlobe before it trails down, lapping at my skin, his teeth nipping every so often. His hand glides over my inner thigh before his fingers dig in and he growls. “Feel so good.”
I’m waking up again. The part of me they woke up months ago is coming out of a deep slumber. The deep, aching need they stirred to life is alive now, roaring in my head and my body, taking control of my hands as they tugged at Hunter’s and Ryker’s clothes.
I want to be as close to them as possible. I need to feel every inch of them all over me.
It’s different from it was before. Gentle, passionate, even tender. Ryker unbuttons my pants and slides them down over my legs, then runs his hands from my ankles to my hips while skimming over my skin with his lips. When he reaches my hips, I spread my thighs, practically begging for more.
Hunter turns my face to his and kisses me softly before licking my lips, playfully, teasing. “Is this what you wanted? Why you were looking for us? Because you know only we can treat your body the way it needs treating?” I can only whimper before his tongue probes my mouth, sweeping the inside, flicking against mine. My fingers thread through his hair and I moan into his mouth. Yes, yes, this is what I wanted. I didn’t know it until now.
Ryker pushes aside the scrap of cloth covering my mound and dives in headfirst. His moans of pleasure only heighten mine. My hips move in slow, sensuous circles as his tongue plays over my clit. I reach down and hold his head in place, pressing down, urging him on.
Hunter chuckles. “Going after what you want, huh?” I don’t have it in me to answer. I’m too busy sinking deeper into the sensations they’re treating me to. Ryker sucks my clit between his teeth and I buck against his face, wild now. When he slides two fingers inside me and rubs the bundle of nerves inside my tunnel, I lose it, shouting out my relief at the release he’s finally granted.
The release is more than what’s happening now. More than the joy of coming down from an intense orgasm like he treated me to. This is six months’ worth of tension breaking apart in me, six months of feeling even more incomplete than I normally do.
Because of them. It’s like I was holding my breath, waiting to be with them again. They fit perfectly with me, making me whole. I didn’t know how broken I was until I met them.
Now? I don’t want to be broken anymore. I want this. Years of this. Of Hunter undressing me fully, worshipping my hands with his body. Rolling me on my side to face him, so our bodies touch.
Ryder stretches out behind me and I feel his skin, too, warm against mine. I don’t know who’s touching what as they both explore with their hands, their mouths. Kissing and caressing, stroking my most sensitive places. With one arm wrapped around Hunter and the other behind me, holding onto Ryker’s neck as I crane mine so we can kiss, I wonder if I died and went to heaven.
If so, that’s fine. I could do with an eternity of this.
Hunter lifts my leg and I drape it over his hip, giving him space to slide his rock-hard length between my lips. “Fuck, I forgot how good you feel,” he mutters an instant before entering me. I gasp, arching my back, and he buries his face in my tits.
Ryker strokes the curve of my ass, sliding his cock between my cheeks. He sucks on my neck, my shoulder, making me hiss and gasp in pain and pleasure.
“Let me have some.” Hunter leaves me and Ryker takes his place, entering me from behind and treating me to slow, deep thrusts. It’s so different from before. Sensual. There’s not that sense of desperation now. No rush. They want to enjoy this—to enjoy me.
“I picked the right name for you, Sugar.” Ryker chuckles against my shoulder, moving in and out. “You’re so sweet. I had no idea.”
Hunter pulls me to him for a deep, searching kiss as he slides a hand between us. His fingers find my clit and stroke it slowly, building my pleasure. My moan is more like a whimper, cut off by his mouth locked on mine.
He trades places with Ryker, who rubs himself against my ass while Hunter plunges into me again. “Look at me,” he demands gently, while brushes hair away from my face. “You’re not a brunette anymore.”
The strangeness of this makes me laugh out loud. Here we are, the two of them taking turns on me, and he wants to know about my hair? “You’re not the only one hiding.”
He doesn’t ask what that means, likely because he’s too busy trying not to come.
I don’t know how long it lasts. Not long enough. It’ll never be enough.
And even now, in between them, with the two of them pleasuring me and themselves, I can’t help wondering what’ll happen when it’s over. Is this it? Is this all I’ll get?
I can’t waste time thinking about that. I can’t let myself fall out of this moment because this is the best I’ve ever known. Feeling safe. Wanted. Treasured. Like a goddess.
Something else takes over before long, though, and I welcome it. I welcome their harder thrusts, their short, panting breath against my damp skin. I welcome it and go with it, and the three of us move as one with Hunter inside me and Ryker sliding his cock between my ass cheeks. I hold on to them both, gripping tight, knowing that when this ends it’ll shatter me.
And it does. As the tension in my core reaches the peak and leaves me hanging there in that place, I want to scream but settle for biting down on Hunter’s shoulder because this is the last time I need cops breaking down the door because of screaming.