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Ryder let out a curse.
I prepared to take him back in my mouth when Fallon began to pound into me harder, fucking me mercilessly. Earnestly. Possessively.
Quickly, I took Ryder back in my mouth, sucking him off in tandem to Fallon’s punishing thrusts.
“I fucking love you,” Ryder moaned. His hands fondled my breasts, now swaying.
My eyes lifted, my gaze landing on Asher. His hand erratically moved over his own cock, and sweat beaded on his forehead. His eyes were fixed on me, flickering from Fallon’s cock pounding in and out of my pussy, to my bouncing breasts, to my lips around Ryder’s length.
It was the look in his eyes - the intense combination between want and desire and love and need - that sent me spiraling over the edge. My pussy clenched around Fallon, and he roared as his own orgasm overtook him, his cum dripping down my legs.
I hummed around Ryder’s length, and he jerked his hips. That was the only warning I had before he came in my mouth. I lapped it up eagerly, finally releasing him with a reluctant moan.
For a moment, we remained there, a panting, sweaty heap of nerves and lust. It was Asher who broke the stillness, grabbing a shirt out of his backpack and gently cleaning me up. At this point, we were going to run out of clean clothes. Stupid Rager bloods and orgasms. Well, not stupid orgasms. Happy, happy orgasms. Fallon placed his now flaccid dick back in his pants.
Once I was cleaned, Asher helped me back into my clothes, planting gentle kisses on my bare skin in the process.
“I love you,” I whispered softly, too quietly for the rest to hear. The smile that appeared on Asher’s face was bright.
“I love you too,” he replied, brushing his lips against my own.
“I am fucking wrecked! I don’t think I can walk!” Ryder dramatically stated, lying on his back on the asphalt. His cock was still out of his pants, saluting the world.
“Stop bitching,” Ronan snapped. “If you’re going to take a hot as hell blowjob for granted-”
“For granted?” Ryder peeled open one eye, meeting my gaze with a sultry grin. “That was one of the best moments of my life. Granted, every day is the best of my life since Addie came into my life.”
Rolling my eyes, I allowed Asher to help me up. “So fucking cheesy.”
“But you love it.”
“Put your damn dick away,” Fallon snapped. It was Ryder this time who rolled his eyes, but immediately shoved his cock back into his pants. I could’ve sworn I heard him mumble something about all the other guys being jealous.
Ryderdidhave a rather nice cock.
Definitely something that would cause jealousy.
“Shit!” Asher cursed suddenly, redirecting my attention. His hands were providing a makeshift visor for his eyes as he stared up at the sky. Following his line of vision, a curse escaped my own lips.
He wasn’t just staring at the sky. No, instead he was staring at the green-tinted storm clouds coming in off the horizon.
It had taken over a year of research to detect what each cloud meant. Which ones brought acid rain. Which ones would bring thunderstorms. The green-tinted onesalwaysreleased a torrent of acid rain. Always.
And it was heading straight towards us.
“Addie, get in the van!” Fallon shouted. Asher took my hand, propelling me forward. I staggered over my own two feet but followed, sliding into the backseat. The rest of my men followed me, our supplies forgotten.
“Shit,” I mumbled, rubbing at my bare arms as Ronan quickly drove out of the parking lot. Ryder put his arm around me, and I cuddled into his chest.
“Shit is right, Kitten. Shit is right.”
* * *
The rain was relentless,pelting the roof of the van. Bloated storm clouds rolled in off the horizon, carrying with it gushing rain. The air inside the van was stifling, the tension almost tangible, but still we drove on.
We passed a group of Ragers screaming in outrage, their grotesque bodies paying heavily. Each new onslaught of rain further decayed their mangy skin and obliterated their tattered clothes. The rain, while horrifying, was also a blessing. The number of Ragers decreased significantly after each storm.
“What’s the plan?” I asked, leaning forward to rest my arms on the center console. Ronan was still driving, and Fallon, of course, had claimed shotgun. Asher and Ryder sat on either side of me, both touching me in some capacity. Asher was stroking my hair while Ryder was tracing patterns onto my thigh.
