I whimper my agreement, because he’s thrust all the way to the hilt, and the stretch is perfection. I grind against his cock, shuddering at the way it pulses against my walls. “I’m so full. I want you inside me always.”
His fingers tighten on my hips, and I catch the hooded glance he casts at Pitt. “You’re mine,” he says as he pulls out slowly, teasing me with every inch, “even when another cock is deep inside you.”
Pitt huffs, but Wings just gives him a wicked grin as he shoves back inside me. He fucks me slow and deep, every thrust making me clutch him tighter. I can see the half moons my nails have dug into his shoulders, his mouth red and swollen where I’ve bitten his tender lips. But it’s the adoration in his eyes thatmakes me clench around him, trying to draw more of his body into mine. I reach down to touch my clit and brush the fingers curved around my ass. Holding more than squeezing, and I suddenly think of Wings’ asking me if I wanted Pitt’s helping hands…
“You want him to slip a finger in here, beautiful?” Wings asks, catching the shudder of my hips against the alpha behind me. “Maybe rub your pretty bud until you come on my cock?”
I groan, grabbing Pitt’s hand and pressing his thick fingers against my opening. I’m stretched wide around Wings’ length, and the alpha has no trouble finding my aching clit. If he brushes Wings’ shaft in the process, neither of them seems to care. In fact, I can feel Pitt’s shaft throb behind me, his cheek scraping mine as he purrs, “So hot and slippery. Is this how she feels all the way inside, Omega?”
It takes my scrambled brain a moment to realize he’s talking to Wings.
“Hot. Wet.” Wings pants as he grips my hips and drills into me, rocking me back against the alpha. “She’s so tight, and she’s clutching me like she never wants to let me go.”
Pitt rubs me harder, my clit throbbing at the attention. I can feel my release coiling in my belly as he bends down and presses a kiss to the side of my neck. “Fucking jealous, brother. But maybe one day this sweet pussy will be able to take us both at the same time.”
Wings’ pupils blow wide at the idea, and I feel his hips stutter a moment before his mouth crashes down on mine. He kisses me like a dying man, while Pitt slides a thick finger in next to Wings’ cock. I cry out at the collision of sensations, my orgasm rushing through me as Wings empties inside me with a shout. We shudder through our mutual climax, my mouth open and panting as Wings’ knees nearly give out.
“Fuck, Pitt,” Wings groans as I slide off his hips, boneless and shaking. “You weren’t kidding about helping things along.”
The alpha chuckles behind me, leaning down to nuzzle my neck. “Just imagine how much more useful I can be when both hands are in the mix.”
Chapter Ten: ABBIE
The next day starts with the three of us wrapped in fresh bedsheets, Wings at my front, Pitt at my back. As tempting as it was to continue things from the shower, I wasn’t ready for more, and my body seemed to know it. I crashed into a deep, heavy sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, and by the time I realized the fluttering in my chest was from the butterflies burning between my ribs, I was clawing myself awake.
“You’re safe,” Pitt murmurs into my hair, his arm across my waist as I shudder through the remnants of my dream. “You’re awake now, and we’re here.”
I blink groggily around the room, my heart slowing a little as my gaze settles on Wings. He’s sitting beside me with a sketchpad on his knee, his hand brushing soothingly over my hair. “If this is too much, Abbie, we can put it off…”
Right. The move back to the clubhouse. He needs to go, and I need to be there to protect him.
Or, at least that’s what I tell myself as I grab his free hand, kissing the tips of his long, slim fingers. They smell of ink, paper, and dark chocolate and I rub my thumb over his tattooed knuckles. RIDE on the right hand, FLY on the left, like those arethe only two choices in life. By the time I’ve kissed each letter, I can manage a small smile. “It’s okay. Just got a lot on my mind.”
“Then how about we putthaton hold for a little while?” He gives me a wicked smirk as he sets his sketchpad aside, sliding down the bed to distract me in the best possible way. I glance back at Pitt with a cocked brow, but he just tucks his hands behind his head. “Don’t look at me. I’m pretty sure I’m still dreaming.”
Once Wings has thoroughly distracted me, it takes a while to gather the strength to get out of bed. I move slowly as I rummage through my closet and bathroom cabinets, and when I’m done, Pitt and Wings are already in the kitchen, discussing logistics. They break off as I drop my duffel bag at my feet. “I’m ready.”
Pitt casts a glance at the packing boxes against the wall. “We were just talking about getting a van from the workshop…”
“No need.” I press the toe of my boot against the duffel. “I’m only taking what my queen can carry.” He raises his brows at me, but I turn my attention to Wings. “I can always come back. To pack more, I mean. But this is everything I can’t live without.”
It’s not a lot, admittedly, but the guys just nod, gathering up their own things while I double-check all the window locks. I turn off appliances, but leave the refrigerator running, and then swing my duffel onto my shoulder. It’s a little on the light side, but the truth is, I don’t see the point in bringing more until I know exactly what kind of reception we’re going to get.
It starts well, the sun warm on our backs as we ride out of my apartment garage. The scents of early summer fill the air, and I love having my queen beneath me again, the engine humming and her chrome gleaming. I’m still enraged to think that someone hurt her so badly, but I force myself to keep my attention on the road. I’ll talk to Cruise when I get to the clubhouse, firstly to work out what I owe him for the repairs, but also to see what he thinks about the damage that she took.Maybe he has some insights into the kind of asshole who’s targeting me.
I’m still chewing over that question myself when we arrive at the compound. There are two new prospects on the gate, and they stand back as we ride through, barely making eye contact as we park our bikes. I wonder if they’ve been forewarned of our arrival or if they just recognize their Sergeant-at-Arms and don’t want to tempt his wrath.
Maybe it’s a bit of both, because Ark is waiting on the front steps with a bunch of legacy members. He’s the first to approach, his hand squeezing Wings’ shoulder as we dismount our bikes. He murmurs something in his ear that has Wings’ smiling and nodding, but as soon as we’re all on our feet, his gaze finds mine, and I have to swallow around the dryness in my throat. The aroma of grape bubblegum rises around me, mingling with engine exhaust, fresh paint, and Ark’s own heady leather scent.
He wants you here.
Even if his brow furrows as I take my duffel off my bike. “That’s all you brought?”
I square my chin. “For now.”
He gnaws on his lip for a moment but then nods, holding out a hand to take my bag from me. I hesitate, but I’m not about to start a tug-of-war with the president on his own clubhouse steps. “I’m trying not to overwhelm you,” he says quietly as he hitches my duffel over his shoulder. “I want everyone to know that you’re here at my invitation, but we have close to eighty members now, and I didn’t think you’d want to meet them all at once.”
“Hell no.” I shudder just at the thought of so many eyes on me. “This is good.”
