Page 24 of Ginger

Bronx smirked and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself beside Reno and I. He grabbed a fistful of Reno's hair and pulled him up for a rough kiss before guiding Reno's cock to my opening.

"Your turn," he growled, pushing Reno's hips forward so that he entered me slowly but surely.

I arched my back off the bed, taking him in with ease as I felt myself stretched by Reno’s size. Bronx leaned down to capture one of my nipples between his teeth, sending shivers down my spine as he suckled hungrily.

"Fuck," Reno groaned, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he filled me completely with each thrust.

Bronx reached over and grabbed my other breast, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises later. I moaned in pleasure at the pain-induced arousal coursing through my body.

Reno took what he wanted without hesitation. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, knowing they wouldn't let me peak until they were ready for me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of taking Reno’s cock deep inside me, Bronx suddenly pushed Reno off me. I whimpered in disappointment but couldn't protest when Bronx crawled up my body until he was hovering above me, his cock at my entrance.

"You're mine now," he growled, sliding in deep. Each hard thrust sent waves of pleasure through me as he claimed me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching my back off the bed as I felt him hit my sweet spot over and over again. Bronx's hands found my wrists, holding them above my head as he took control.

He thrust into me with ferocity, his hips slapping against mine in rhythm with our shared pleasure. It was messy and primal, but it was exactly what we needed.

With one final push, Bronx let out a hoarse cry as he emptied himself inside me. I still felt his cock twitching inside me, when Reno shoved at his shoulder.

“Asshole, I didn’t get to finish.”

Bronx flashed him a smile. Pulling out of my pussy, he leaned over and took Reno’s cock into his mouth, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed. I leaned up on my elbows to watch them. Reno tipped his head back as Bronx worked his cock with his lips and tongue.

Reno reached down to hold Bronx’s head still as he thrust into his mouth. Once. Twice. Then he groaned as he came. Bronx swallowed Reno’s cum, then licked at his cock before sitting up.

“Fucking hell,” Reno muttered. “The two of you are going to be the death of me.”

I was still breathless when the phone rang. Reno, who was closest, reached for it with a groan.

"Yeah?" he answered, his voice rough. He listened for a moment, then stiffened, suddenly alert. "We'll be right there."

"What is it?" Bronx asked, already pulling on his jeans.

"Houston wants us. Says it's urgent." Reno's eyes met mine. "He didn't say what about."

My stomach twisted. I knew what this was about. "KiKi."

"We don't know that," Bronx said, but his tone lacked conviction.

I scrambled into my clothes, heart pounding. "I'm coming with you."

"Ginger—" Reno started.

"No. She came to me for help. I'm not sitting here wondering what's happening."

They exchanged a look but didn't argue further. Five minutes later, we were walking down the hallway to Houston's office. The club was quieter than usual, with only a few members lingering at the bar. I spotted Vegas leaning against the wall outside Houston's door, his expression unreadable.

My heart sank. This was definitely about KiKi.

Houston looked up when we entered, his face grim. KiKi sat in a chair across from his desk, eyes red-rimmed but dry now. She'd been crying, but she'd pulled herself together.

"Shut the door," Houston said.

Bronx closed it behind us, and the click seemed unnaturally loud.

"You want to tell me why KiKi here is refusing club duties tonight?" Houston's gaze shifted between my men. "And why she specifically asked for you two when I pushed for answers?"

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