Page 73 of Ride or Dies

“I want her mouth,” Tucker said, dropping into one of the chairs. “I’ve been dreaming about those lips around my cock for years.”

“I’ll take your hand now,” I said, hooking a finger under her chin and tipping her head up so she was looking at me. “Because I want your ass next time.”

Mutely, she nodded, her eyes wide. I didn’t tell her that what I had planned wasn’t just me in her ass, but her taking all three of us at the same time.

It was strange how easily we figured out how to position ourselves to make this work, or maybe we were just so focused on being together again that we didn’t notice the adjustments we had to make before everyone was right where we wanted to be.

I groaned as Evie slid her mouth over the tip of my cock and took me nice and deep. And it wasn’t even the feel of her tongue wetting my skin, or the heat of her. It was the sight of my shaft disappearing between her lips and knowing that it wouldn’t be the only time. That I could enjoy the sound of my erection coming out of her mouth without wondering if I’d ever get to know what it was like to see her lick her swollen lips clean after I’d come down her throat.

She shifted over to Tucker, holding him steady with one hand while her other wrapped around my base. The strength in her fingers didn’t surprise me, but her tight grip did. She’d definitely been paying attention to what I liked, because she didn’t start gentle.

Squeezing as she moved her fist up, that edge of near pain hit my gut like a punch. Most women’s hands were fairly smooth, sliding over slick skin, but years of guitar playing had given Evie callouses that left trails of prickling heat from the rough parts of her fingers.

And if the physical sensation of pressure and friction wasn’t enough, I had her muffled moans as she took Tucker nearly to the root. With her hair up, I could see those gorgeous lips obscenely stretched around him as she struggled not to gag, while every thrust from Mason pushed her forward.

And that sight was nearly enough to make me nut right then. Tits swaying under her, with hard nipples almost popping out. Her panties just pulled to the side while Mason drove into her. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to leave marks, and it all just seemed to turn her on more.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Mason said. “I can tell even through the condom.”

“We’re getting rid of those,” I said. “We’re careful and get tested pretty regularly, but if you want, we’ll go tomorrow just to be sure. Then we’re gonna figure out birth control, because the next time we all do this, it’s gonna be bare.”

Her hand tightened around me, and my curse mixed with my brothers’ groans.

“I think she likes that idea,” Tucker said.

“You like that, little hellcat?” I asked. “You want us to fill you up? Fill your mouth, cunt, and ass all at the same time?”

I didn’t know if it was my words and the images they created for her, or if she was just that worked up, but whatever the reason, it seemed to set her off and then we were all goners.

I was aware of my brothers, but my focus was on that frantic pumping of her hand even as I fucked up into her fist, unable to stay still with my nerves practically screaming at me to move. I groaned as I came, spilling over her hand and onto my bare thighs. I had the vague thought that I was glad I’d taken off my pants, but most of what was going through my head was along the lines of “fuck, yeah, like that, oh fuck, don’t stop” and a whole bunch of nonsense.

Mason was the one who caught her before she could collapse, and once my legs started working again, I took care of getting us all paper towels to clean up. Tucker just kept saying that she’d sucked his brain out through his dick, and while we laughed at that, I realized I could see it clearly now, this future with the four of us.

It really was gonna happen.

As I helped Evie zip up the side of the dress, she asked, “Do you think anyone’s going to believe we were just talking back here?”

“Probably not.” Tucker grinned, running his hand through his hair. “That bother you, darling?”

The warmth in Evie’s eyes was so much more than just desire. “Not at all. I was with the men I love, and like Nona said, anyone who doesn’t like it can go to hell.”

Chapter Forty

Evie

“Ican’t believe you’re getting married,” Jenna said as she tucked the final wayward curl back into my simple updo.

How she’d managed to get it to stay without a hundred bobby pins and a whole can of hairspray, I didn’t know, but I was grateful. Something told me that my guys weren’t going to be very patient when it came to undressing me later today.

It was my own fault. I was the one who, after our quickie at the wedding reception last week, suggested that we wait to have sex until after they officially claimed me in front of the MC.

“It’s not technically a wedding,” I reminded her. “And usually, they don’t even do ceremonies.”

“It’s a marriage,” Isabel said firmly. “We all know that if it was legal for you to marry all three of your men, none of you would hesitate.”

That had been my choice too. The guys had said that they’d agree to whatever form of commitment I wanted. Marrying one and referring to the other two as my partners. Engagement to two and marriage to one. A handfasting ceremony for me and each of the men. Since they, obviously, weren’t with each other, we didn’t have to deal with the kind of complications a lot of other poly groups did, but I told them that I wouldn’t feel right, making it legal with only one of them. If I couldn’t marry all three of them, I didn’t want to marry any of them.

“One day,” Jenna said as she lightly kissed my cheek. “One day, the only requirement for marriage will be that everyone is a consenting adult.”

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