Page 71 of Hellfire

Cole and Blaze leaned on the passenger doors, dressed in similar casual clothing, consisting of jeans, jackets, and shirts, hair styled, faces freshly shaved, their cologne alluring.

When I got closer to the darkImpala, I caught sight of Gable in the backseat. He waved, and I returned the gesture, smiling, pleased my men were not only getting along, but planning getaways and steamy times.

“Morning, Wildfire.” Cole’s kiss heightened my intensity to solve the puzzle of our destination and activity.

“Morning.” I pressed my stomach to stop the noise.

“We’ll stop for breakfast, sweetness.” Blaze greeted me with a kiss just as seductive and sweet, and when he pulled back, his pinched gaze roamed the landscape. This would test him again, and I was so proud he did this for me.

My heart took off like a balloon to see my teacher braving his fears to take a trip for the weekend. I nuzzled him and held him close. His heart thud beneath my temple and his chest rose and fell swiftly.

“Good.” I leaned back and stroked his smooth, flawless face, aiming to calm his apprehension. I loved that the blue in his eyes deepened from the biker’s cleansing, though, not to tropical blue of before.

Fighting the tremor in his hand, he opened the door for me, waiting for me to get in, pinching my ass when I climbed in. He slid in next to me, boxing me between his and Gable’s sturdy bodies. The balloon drifted higher into the sky at my Rock god’s warm smile.

“Fancy seeing you here, Princess.” He reached over with his opposite arm to cradle my face, pull me to him, and write music on my lips.

We spent all day together yesterday until Talon came to collect me at 9:30PM to meet the 10PM curfew of lights out at the Academy. I really enjoyed the ride up the Blue Mountains into Lithgow, our picnic, the sexy bike ride home, and our afternoon and dinner with Mary.

“I can’t stay away,” I said, more breathy than anything.

“Like I said, irresistible and charming.” He ran his fingers down his chest like a stripper showing off his body.

I laughed and leaned my head on his shoulder, settling a palm on his thigh and folding my other over Blaze’s hand. “And shameless.”

Talon and Cole climbed in, and we were off, the latter handling his car with the speed it was built for, rocketing us along the Academy’s lengthy driveway.

Blaze’s body turned to the stone Talon wore at night.

I massaged his thigh, encouraging him. “You’re doing well.”

Out of the corner of my eye, Gable observed us, pitching in, “Breathe, mate, breathe. It’s the best thing for nerves.”

I was surprised when Blaze took Gable’s advice about box-breathing, which apparently calmed the mind. Gable coached Blaze through inhaling on a count of four, holding for another four, and letting it out, waiting again another four beats.

Talon and Cole remained silent out of respect for their friend.

At the corner of the street and driveway, Cole paused his Impala, nodding in the mirror to Blaze and Gable. Worry melted from my teacher’s expression as he removed something from his jacket pocket and lifted it over my neck.

“You’re going to have to wear this, sweetness,” he told me, his gaze once again dedicated to my face and the world outside of the car.

A blindfold. Kinky. I nodded my consent, and he secured it over my face tightly to prevent any light from getting through.

Instead of reclaiming my hand, his came to rest on my thigh above my knee, slowly trailing up my leg, fingers walking under my dress. I held my breath in anticipation of what he’d do. His finger stroked my bare pussy, and my core fired up, weeping for him.

“Are you sure?” I asked, concerned for his sense of safety.

“She’s not wearing panties,” he informed my men, dipping his finger between my folds and sliding along them, giving memy answer. Distractions alleviated his anxiety, and he was going to dive right in.

I gasped and rolled my hips for more friction. He punished me by removing his finger. The sucking noises said he tasted my juices.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Talon growled, his seat creaking as if he turned in it to watch the two of us.

Gable’s hand came to my knee and pried my legs open. “Show him your beautiful pink pussy, Princess.”

Blaze pumped me with two fingers and thumbed my clit. The angle was awkward, but he made it work, and I rocked against him, making it a little easier.

“Fuck, Princess,” Talon growled again. “I love watching the others take care of you.”

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