Page 66 of Outlaws’ Runaway

A rejuvenated Poe shows up at my mouth, and then it's not long before all three of us rock together in what's become a familiarmotion, a guarantee that I'm going to go over the edge with a heart-stopping intensity, an expression for how we all feel for each other.

Savage enters, Crank pulls out, and then they both slide almost out of me and push in together, just as Poe nudges his tip against my throat. My whole body clenches around the three of them. Once, twice, and then again, and again until my head drops to Savage's chest, I dig my fingers into his arms and moan deep in my throat. No one fucks me like Poe, Crank and Savage. And no one else ever will, I'm sure of it.

The orgasm jumps me this time. One moment I'm riding the high of three cocks, and the next everything goes tight as I lose control, shaking and groaning between them. I feel so full, so complete, so over the top pleasured, drowning in a white bliss that is like floating away, if I wasn't solidly anchored on three, hard, throbbing cocks.

Savage and Crank come with throaty groans, filling my pussy and ass at the same time, their dicks pulsing with each shot, warmth washing over me, inside me. I love it.

We come down together, falling apart into a pile of gasping bodies. Poe moves down and gently helps me onto my back, looking in my eyes as he slides inside. In some ways it’s extra special when I’m with only one of them. The simple missionary position means I have nothing to concentrate on but Poe as he fucks me through the last aftershocks of my orgasm. It's nice. Sometimes getting back to basics is good. The way he reaches so deep makes it obvious why it's a classic. I wrap my legs around him and my cries bounce off the cliffs as he pounds all he's got left into me. Crank and Savage watch us, slowly stroking themselves even if they're not ready for more. At least not yet.

And then Poe is there too, giving me his second shot of the day, deep, deep inside me. Without pulling out, he leans in and kisses me. How is it possible to feel so used and loved and satisfied all at the same time? I don't want this life ever to end.

And I don't ever want to go back to my old life. Even before everything went wrong, it just seems so bland and empty now. What can compare to riding with bikers, fucking on beaches and living life with them?

“I fucking loved that,” Poe murmurs, close to my ear. “Fucking love you.”

I blink, uncertain that I just heard him right. “What did you just say?”

He pushes up so he's looking down at me and grins. “I said I fucking love you.”

Heat floods me, and for once it's not sexual. At least not directly. It's a whole different heat, one that radiates safety, caring, closeness… and okay, a little bit of lust too. It's dumb that those words should mean so much, since the guys have been showing it to me almost since we met, and for every day after, it's just getting stronger.

But no one's actually said it—really said it out loud.

It has me tearing up, even though it's embarrassing and I keep telling myself that getting all blubbery over it is stupid. Poe puts a kiss on my lips, a gentle one this time. “I love knowing I can make you cry,” he says with a crooked grin. “What the fuck did I do now?”

“Everything,” I say, and pull him down into another kiss.

As soon as he lets up, Crank is there, wiping a tear away with his finger. “Fuck, baby girl, that's not news to you, right? Of course we fucking love you.Ilove you. Love how you don't give up. Love how you roll with danger. Love how your ass wiggles when you walk in front of me. So much to fucking love.”

And then Savage on the other side, sliding a finger tip along my collarbone. “I hope it's been clear already, but yeah, if you need to hear it, of course I fucking love you. I never imagined I'd find myself in this kind of setup, but here I am, and I can't imagine any other fuckers I'd want to share you with, because I know they love you like I do. Between the three of us, you're never gonna have to fucking worry about anything again. Ever.” And then he does the strangest thing. He looks a little insecure. “If you'll have us, that is. Fuck. We can’t force you into this life. You have to choose it. It's hard sometimes, and it's dangerous. Club members aren't exactly known to die of old age. But as long as we fucking breathe, we're gonna make sure you have everything you'll ever want, and in the end, I'd rather live hard and fast than wither away in a bland life of routines and punching a clock somewhere. Just so you understand what we're offering.”

“Offering? This is… sounding like a kind of proposal?”

“Be our old lady,” Crank says. “Like Jessica and her boys. Wear our patches, show the club who you belong to for good.”

Poe nods. “We talked about it. All three of us want it. Want you. But you need to be all in, because we don't do anything fucking halfway, and this is a commitment to the Sons as much as to us.”

It feels really sudden. Really soon. It's been what… about a month? Anyone would call me crazy to commit to anything… but it also feels so right. So perfect.

“How could I ever be anyone else's old lady after everything you guys have shown me? After all you guys have done for me? After all the ways you make me feel? Of course I will.” I wet my lips. “I love you too. All of you. Poe. Crank. Savage. Make me your old lady.”

We're still recovering from the first round of wild fucking, otherwise I think we'd fall right into another round, but I'm kissed and held and snuggled so much that it's just as good, in its own way.

And then they throw me out in the water.

But by the time we're riding home, the sun setting behind us and me clinging to Savage's broad back, well-fucked and grinning like an idiot, I feel like nothing could be more right in the world.

38

PAIGE

When the boyshave an idea in their head, they sure don't waste any time.

“I still can't believe you gave away your business,” Jessica says as she decides how to put my hair up before the ceremony. I really have no preconceptions of what a claiming ceremony in a biker club is like, but I'm pretty sure it's not going to be your standard wedding, exactly.

“I didn't totally give it away, but to be totally honest, I realized that the laundry was my mother’s baby, not mine. It’s important to me because it reminds me of her, but I have no interest in running it. I called up a couple of the old employees that Walter had pushed out and they were thrilled to be able to come in as co-owners. We’re running it as more of a co-op situation, where they all have a stake in the business. And then I still have a share of it, which I guess is my retirement fund. I think Mom would have liked that, it’s giving more women a chance to succeed like she did.”

“How about this?” Jessica asks, pulling my hair up into a loose twist with a few strands hanging down around my face.

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