The guys speed up as I adjust, both of them fucking me with long strokes. What felt impossible a few minutes ago is now a pleasantly burning stretch. The salty flavor of Bear’s precum coats my tongue and we’re all breathing like we're about to finish a marathon.
With my guys everywhere, in my pussy, in my ass, my mouth, teasing my clit and my tits, my whole world is sex. Dirty, hot, wild sex.
My climax hits me out of nowhere. Surging up and ripping through me, hard. One moment I'm building up and building up, the edge approaching, and then I'm already there. My toes curl, my stomach clenches and all that exists is me and the cocks inside me. I'm floating through a void, and all there is, is fucking. The guys feel impossibly huge as I clench around them, my body completely on autopilot. And I take them with me, one right after the other.
Viking groans as he spills his cum deep in my ass. Snark pushes up one last time and stays deep, deep inside me, and I find myself wishing that he was uncovered so I could feel him fill me up. Bear tilts my head up to look in my eyes, and then floods my mouth with his saltiness. “Fuck,” he growls.
The room goes quiet, except for our labored breathing.
As I relax, the guys slip out of me, one by one. I roll off Snark and drop onto Bear's huge mattress. I feel so used, and so satisfied. “Holy shit, guys.”
“Jesus fuck, you're not kidding,” says Viking.
Snark rolls over and puts an arm around me to pull me close. “Yeah, that was something else. You know we're never letting you go, right?”
“Never,” agrees Bear.
“I need a shower,” I say. “I'm a mess.”
“A sexy fucking mess,” agrees Viking.
“Come on. We’ll rinse off then I’ll run you a bath. You’ve earned it,” says Bear, and scoops me up in his massive arms. He's slick with sweat, but I'm slick with that and so much more. I’m too tired to even mind.
“That sounds amazing.” Oh crap. “But I should check on Izzy. Emily's—”
“She'll be fine,” says Viking. “It's good practice for her.”
I feel like I should argue, but the temptation of a bath is too much. “Okay. She knows where to find us, right?”
“She'll find us.”
By the time we get back to Viking’s room, Izzy's awake, on all fours on the bed and rocking back and forth like she really wants to move. Emily's laughing and encouraging her. “You can do it, girl. You've got this.”
But then Izzy sees me and rolls over in surprise, leaving Emily to pout in our direction.
“Next time,” I say with a laugh and scoop up my little girl. Then the guys want their turn. And she's passed around, giggling the whole way. That Hawk’s missing is a constant dull ache in what should be a magical moment, but I’m determined to enjoy what I have, not dwell on the one dark spot.
Emily's just leaving as a biker who might even be younger than me shows up at the door. He's already got several tattoos wrapped around his exposed upper arm and the beginnings of a short beard, but in comparison to my guys, he still looks half grown. Quickshot? I think that's what they called him.
“Hey, there's someone at the gate. Says they know your girl.”
“Who?” I demand, immediately thinking the worst after what happened earlier.
He shrugs. “Says her name's Beatrice.”
22
ALESSA
“Oh my God, what are you doing here?” I throw my arms around Bea, pulling her close and squeezing hard while Viking, Bear and Snark look on. “We told you to find a hotel.”
“I know, I was just worried about you and Izzy.” She looks embarrassed and shrugs. “But what happened? Is everyone all right? Are you safe here?”
“Safe as I could ever be. The guys take care of me.” I lead her up the stairs while the guys follow. “And Izzy's doing great. She'll be happy to see another familiar face.
We walk into the common room. By this time, a bunch of guys have gathered. The one serving beers from the bar has the sides of his head shaved and an amazingly detailed dragon tattooed along the side of it. I remember him from the party. He glowers in our direction as we come in.
“Hey Chef,” greets Snark. “Good mood as always?”
“Fuck off.”
I look around. Emily’s with her guys, King, Wild Child and Hero. Maybe we can trade lessons. I’ll teach her about babies, and she can help me with juggling having a relationship with more than one guy. From the way they're doting over her, it seems like she's got it all figured out.
Quickshot looks up and grins. “You found her, good. There's a party tonight,” he says. “We're celebrating today’s victory.”