The broad head briefly paused in its attempt at entry while my body tried to adjust to let him in. The burn of his entry was enough to pierce through my buzz, turning into a special kind of ecstasy as his body thrust into my slick depths. The cry that left my throat was full of surprise at how good it felt, and Gus’ knowing gaze met mine as I clenched around his cousin when he bottomed out.
“Is your world rocking yet?” Gus teased, steadily stroking a dick slightly thinner than the one filling me to the brim. Fuckers hadn’t let me get a look at it beforehand, and I’d figured Lochlan was smaller since he was going first. Would teach me to assume shit. My world was rocking, but it wasn’t only from the skilled thrusts well on their way to making me see stars.
With a smirk I was proud to manage, I snarked back, “Of course it’s rocking. We’re going at it in a toy hauler—” My words cut off in a gasp as a trail of pure heat ran up my middle.
“I think you found the spot,” Gus informed his cousin, who nailed said spot again hard enough that I could feel the flesh of my ass and thighs shudder from the impact. Not to mention what it did to my free-hanging breasts, something Gus was quick to take advantage of. He managed to stretch enough to catch the peaks between his fingers, the pinch as they slipped away garnering a moan from me.
He wasn’t wrong about Lochlan’s technique, though, and I dove onto his dick to muffle the sounds I knew I couldn’t hold back. I let him fill my mouth until he hit the end, then he slipped down my throat with a little effort from me, his groan joining the sharp slaps of skin-on-skin and noises of pleasure as we sought to bring each other to completion.
Another dozen thrusts in, I was screaming around Gus’ dick, and moments later, they reached their own peaks. One flooded my mouth with the salty taste of cum while my grasping pussy tried to pull the other throbbing length deeper as if it never wanted to let him go. A deep and satisfied chuckle sounded out behind me while I cleaned every trace of cum from Gus’ waning erection. His hand came up to caress my cheek, affection shining from his dark eyes as his thumb traced my swollen lips.
“I think I could get used to this,” he said softly, his tone and expression indicating he was interested in more than just being fuck buddies.
His cousin was of the same mind, which wasn't a surprise given that they had said they liked to share right off the bat. “Can’t say I disagree with you, if Sevyn here is amenable.”
Loch’s grip on my hips loosened from where I’d surely have imprints from his fingertips in the morning, reminders of my wild night that had the potential to become more. There was a major problem though. As far as they knew, I was a nomad, happy to travel wherever the road took me.
But I wasn’t a wandering member; I’d just taken up the mantle of leadership for my own club. Before I could broach the subject, odd as it was to have the conversation in our respective positions, and nude, Loch put another damper on the moment. “We’ll be gone a while, but we’ll get in touch when we get back, if you’re still interested, that is.”
When I twisted my head, the regret in his eyes had me wondering what I wasn’t getting, but Gus distracted me by sitting up and pulling me over him. His lips took mine in a fierce kiss, one hand seeking out a nipple to tease while the other settled between my legs to work its magic.
“Let’s discuss after we’ve all had our fill and made sure you never forget us. Hopefully, that’ll convince you to give us a chance.” Gus’ voice, while husky with lust, was just as filled with determination, and I had a feeling once he set his sights on something, his mind was made up. He wouldn’t take no for an answer without a hell of a fight. The prospect was one I looked forward to despite the unorthodox arrangement the three of us would make.
The rest of the night was spent in a tangle of limbs with so many orgasms I wasn’t sure I’d be able to sit on my bike for a week without feeling the aftershocks. As far as convincing went, they did a bang-up job of it.
* * *
The rasp of stubble against my cheek had me turning my head to bury it further into my pillow with a groan. There was no way I was up for another round. I was worn the fuck out and needed several more hours of sleep. Whichever one of the guys it was, gently pulled my hair back to kiss his way down my neck. When he reached the area between my neck and shoulder, he sucked hard before letting off with a pop. Instantly, I lifted my head to glare into Gus’ face.
A deep laugh preceded the words I wasn’t at all interested in hearing. “Morning, pretty lady. We have to go and didn’t want to leave without telling you goodbye—and without giving you something to remember us by.” His finger traced over what had to be one heck of a hickey, but I couldn’t stay irritated about it when he put it that way. It wasn’t like I had anyone to answer to about the mark. Hell, half the girls back home regularly sported them like badges of honor.
Voice husky from sleep and overuse of my vocal chords from the rowdy night, I asked the most important question. “How long do you plan on being out of reach?”
A shadow passed over his eyes as Loch made room for himself on the edge of the bed. Staring between them, I got the gist that I wasn’t going to like the answer.
“That’s not something I can give you a concrete answer on. We’re part of a specialized unit under an offshoot branch of the military.” Gus paused and glanced at his cousin, who shook his head with a shrug. I was pretty sure Loch had just declined to take over, but I couldn’t be certain until Gus sighed and continued on. “There are a few years left on our contract. We reupped six months ago and have been on leave the last couple weeks. We’re due to report in tomorrow and need to handle the last few details like storing our bikes and making the drive to base, so we have to get going this morning. We’ll leave you our phone numbers, and I hope you’ll give us yours, but we won’t be able to use them until we’re back stateside.” He shut up at a sharp glance from Loch, and I had to wonder just who I’d spent the night with.
“Gus is feeling guilty and pissed that we have to leave so soon after meeting you. I can’t blame him since I’m not so fond of the idea myself. I’d much rather be in bed with you, but he’s bound to overshare what we’re allowed to if I let him keep on. We get leave about every four to six months, give or take a few weeks, depending on what our assignment is. If we get a chance, we’ll get in touch sooner, even if it’s just to send a quick message, and you can do the same. Neither of us want to lose out on a chance with you, and we’ll promise now that there won’t be any other women until we’ve had an opportunity to explore what might be between us. Will you do the same?”
This Lochlan was much more to the point and no-nonsense than the charmer from last night, and I thought it likely had something to do with his impending return to what had to be a strict structure and routine. But right then, I had his full attention while he waited on my answer. Feeling somewhat defensive that my plans for a one-night stand hadn’t quite panned out as planned, on top of my insecurity over catching feelings, I almost snarked back at him. Instead, I held my tongue, they were being straight with me; I could return the favor.
“I’ll wait for you to touch base, but since we’re being all transparent and shit, I have to tell you that yesterday was officially my last as a nomad. I’m the newest chapter president…in Charity Falls, Montana.” I winced at naming my home state clear across the country, but neither of them looked a bit surprised.
“We weren’t snooping,” he was quick to inform me with his hands up. “The flaps weren’t closed all the way, and we were trying to quietly hunt our clothes down without waking you up. I’m glad you told us, though. We can discuss it when we get back. I’m not opposed to giving the northwest a go as long as Gus isn’t.”
The man in question shrugged, then hesitated. “I’m not, but we might have to talk the others into it.” His answer was more to Loch than to me, so I held my curiosity as to who the ‘others’ were. I wanted to know everything about them, but I knew that there plain wasn’t time for it right then.
“It’s a deal then,” I confirmed before sitting up and letting the blanket pool around my waist, exposing my chest, as I reached for my phone. The slight heat of a blush worked across my cheeks at the appreciative stares despite them having been up close and personal with most of my anatomy last night.
I opened my phone and handed it off for them to add their contacts while I went pee and brushed my teeth in the tiny bathroom. And then it was down to minutes before they had to go.
An ache formed in my chest after they both kissed me goodbye and disappeared from sight while I watched from the open door of the tiny trailer still filled with the scent of them. I wanted to call them back, ask them not to leave, but I knew they couldn’t stay, no matter how my intuition beat at me to do so. Instead, I started packing up, procrastinating on a shower until I had nothing left to do because I didn’t want to wash them off of me.
Finally, I had my bike strapped in, the toy hauler hitched to my truck, and I was ready to begin the long drive home.