Page 14 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

Such a simple word.

Loaded with so many things left unspoken. This thing between us has been on the back burner for a long damn time, a little too long, if you ask me. But the timing worries me. It doesn’t stop me from going along with it, yet it does require caution. It’s been a while since the three of us have fallen to the point where we feel like it might lead somewhere good.

“What are you saying yes to specifically?” Knox wants to know.

He speaks for Diesel and me too. Our bond runs deep. We’re aware of what each of us is thinking even when no word is uttered.

Robyn, however, has a long way before she’s able to pick up on these subtle details. “I don’t understand.”

“Like we told you last night,” Knox replies, moving closer. “We’ve given you all the space and time you need. And Calvin getting out … he’s the catalyst here. I just want to make sure you’re not coming to us from a place of fear. It’s not your fear that I desire, Robyn.”

She gives him a long, thoughtful look. The wildness of her wide green eyes have my blood boiling and thickening. My jeans feel tight. They’re only getting tighter as I let my gaze wander downward. Robyn turns me all the way on even when she’s wearing her pink, nail salon–branded polo tee and mom jeans, her generous curves teasing my senses while the subtle hint of her floral perfume makes my skin sizzle.

“Iamcoming to you out of fear, but it’s not the fear of Calvin,” Robyn says. I catch the tremor in her voice, but it only adds depth to her truth. “It’s the fear of a future where something might happen to me, and, God forbid, I’ll die without knowing what it feels like to surrender to the three of you, to let you claim me the way you want to claim me.”

“The way you want to be claimed,” Diesel corrects her with a half-smile. He’s about to tear the clothes off her. “Right?”

“Yes.” The way that word keeps rolling off her tongue feeds the fire inside me. “Yes, the way I want to be claimed. And yes, I’ll say it again. I’m scared. You’re damn right I’m scared. But I’m more scared of a life without you in it than I am of dying— or worse.”

“What’s worse than dying?” I ask.

She shifts her focus back to me, and the grief in her eyes is too much to bear. “Calvin can tell you. I’m sure he’s making plans as we speak. I testified against him, Jagger. I was the key witness that sealed the deal with the jury and Calvin knows it.”

“Put him out of your mind,” I say, then pin her against the door. “Say yes again, Robyn, and put him out of your mind.”

She nods. “Yes.” A split second later, she gasps upon feeling my erection twitching against the warm nest between her legs. “Oh, yes.”

She’s soft and burning up. The layers of fabric on our bodies do nothing to contain this particular transmission.

“Good,” I whisper and kiss her deeply.

My mind flies out the window. The world beyond this office disappears in a puff of smoke as I let every unspoken desire run free. My hands roam up and down her body—feeling, touching, squeezing as I revel in every whimper of pleasure torn from her throat.

She tastes like coffee and sweetness, like late summer and hunger, the most ravenous hunger that will inevitably consume the four of us.

“You are ours now,” Knox declares and pulls her away from the door.

Robyn doesn’t seem too eager to hit the brakes as she throws her arms around him and lets his mouth crash into hers.

The clinking of Diesel’s belt causes me to glance over at him. I move around and remove the pink scrunchie from her hair, letting the dark brown splendor cascade freely down her back while Knox’s fingers search for the hem of her shirt. Diesel swoops in and kisses her. Knox bites her skin, and Robyn melts into his arms.

“You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” I say the words in her ear, then nibble on her lobe and feel her shudder against me.

“We’re moving a little too fast, don’t you think?” Robyn gasps, but her eyes are closed. Her head rests on my shoulders, and Knox’s hands made it underneath her tee, working their way up to her breasts.

“Do you want us to stop?” I ask, my left hand slipping into her jeans; her panties are already soaking wet. “Fucking hell, Robyn…”

“No, don’t stop. Don’t you ever stop!” she cries when my fingers slide between her slick, hot folds. Her clit is swollen, eager and desperate for release.

Knox takes her shirt off. Diesel’s tongue glides down her throat, and she moans harshly as I keep her close, hard and nestled between her buttocks while I work her pussy into a frenzy. Everything moves fast, and instincts take over. It’s too much for her. And it’s exactly what she needs.

“OH, GOD, YES!” She abandons her senses and explodes, twitching and shivering as the orgasm blows through her. I flick her clit and squeeze every drop of this delicious climax, then peel the jeans off her glorious ass, letting the panties fall next. “Oh, Jagger.”

“We’re just getting started, baby,” I tell her.

Knox takes her bra off.

Suddenly, Robyn stands between us—naked, still rippling in a spicy, sweet daze, still shaking with hooded eyes as she looks at each of us, as she beckons our bodies and our hearts closer to her.

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