“Jax, oh shit–fuck, Jax,” I pant, my nails digging into the backs of his hands as he relentlessly fucks me, harder and harder until I’m seeing stars for the second time.
“Two,” Jax growls out, stopping his thrusts and letting me ride out my climax while I twitch on top of him.
“Lean our girl forward, brother,” Loki grits out, and I raise my gaze to see him scooting forward on his seat, holding his dick in a firm grip.
Hells to the fuck yes!
I eagerly lean forward until I can place my lips around the head of him and lick the precum that’s shining there.
“Oh, goddamn, baby,” Loki rasps, and the way his voice hitches as I swallow him whole does things to Her Vagisty that should be on some kind of danger list. Jax grunts behind me as I clench around him, then he resumes his thrusting, pushing Loki’s cock further into my throat.
I relax, letting them take control and allowing them to use my body like it was made for their pleasure. The rolling waves of ecstasy that capture my body, binding me up in ribbons of exquisite sensation tell me that no truer statement exists. We were crafted for one another, moulded to be exactly what the other needs.
The boys build me up again, one of Jax’s hands coming around to my front and toying with my aching, engorged clit until I’m squirming around both his and Loki’s cocks.
“Come for us again, baby,” he orders, electric pulses racing across my entire body and leaving me tingling.
My jaw starts to ache with Loki’s treatment, but the way he fucks my throat just winds me up tighter, my third climax fluttering just out of reach.
“One more, beautiful,” Loki grits out, just as his balls tighten up and he thrusts so hard that my lips touch his base, and his hard member cuts off my air supply as he pours his release down my throat.
It’s the push I need, and I come hard, bucking wildly as I shatter into thousands of pieces, spots of black coating my vision with the force and the air deprivation.
I milk Jax, hearing him roar behind me as he snaps his hips up, pushing Loki’s dick further down my throat. Just as the dots start to join up, Loki pulls out, and I take a huge gasp of sex-scented air into my burning lungs. Loki helps to push me back onto Jax, who is still sheathed inside me, as my whole body flops, my chest heaving and sweat covering my skin.
“Fucking hell, baby mama,” Loki gasps, flinging down beside us, his softened cock still out as he drops his head back onto the headrest.
I see Jax raise a palm, and Loki slaps it like a fucking wanker, but I’m too fucked out—yep that’s a legit state of being—to call them out on their bullshit. Twisting around as Jax slides out of me, I snuggle into his lap, uncaring that his cum is dribbling down my inner thighs.
The sound of his rapidly slowing heartbeat lulls me into a blissed-out coma, and I feel Loki cleaning up some of the mess between my legs before sleep claims me in a warm and fuzzy embrace.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
LILLY
The next morning passes by in a blur, the guys cocooning me in their loving embrace that a week ago felt stifling, but now feels like a warm security blanket, protecting me from the harshness of life.
I’m snuggled on the sofa with Loki and Jax, the latter massaging my feet which feels like utter fucking bliss as he rubs the tension away, when a frantic knocking sounds at the door. My heart leaps, and I sit up, pulse pounding until I hear Willow’s voice on the other side.
“Stop fucking those hotties and open up! I know you’re back, Lilly!”
A small laugh barks out of me as Ash strides over to the door, opening it with a scowl. Willow, bloody awesome bitch that she is, just brushes past him without so much as a pause in her step and stops when she sees me, her eyes welling up.
“Hunter told me what happened, and–shit. I’m so glad you’re back, babe,” she hiccups before bursting into tears, and I rush to get up and get my arse over to her, wrapping her now sobbing, fairy form up in a tight hug.
“I missed your crazy, lovely,” I tell her, my own voice thick with tears.
We hold each other for a few beats, and it dawns on me how much I needed her these past few weeks, my new bestie. And also how much I might owe her and her brother. Pulling away, I look into her crystal eyes, the tears on her lashes making them shine like diamonds.
“Willow, your brother. I owe you all so fucking much,” I say, sincerity in my tone. I definitely would have gone mad without the twins and Mai. She scoffs at my words.
“You don’t owe anyone shit, babe,” she tells me, her blonde curls bouncing as she shakes her head. “You’re family, Lilly, and family helps each other, no questions asked or debts owed.”
It’s Ash’s turn to snort at that, and we both look over to him, a question in my expression, but Willow beats me to it.
“Something to say, Vanderbilt?” she sasses him, and I love her for it. I think even Ash approves as I see a hint of a smile on his gorgeous lips.
“We are clearly not family as the Knights owe the Shadows a favour, according to your brother,” he states, crossing his arms and levelling her with his stern, grey eyes. I can’t say that I’m all that surprised, isn’t this how gangs work after all?