Page 108 of Ravaged Saints

My room isn’t near Aspen’s, but then I remember, Ryker’s is, fuck me…

I shake my head with a chuckle. “Sorry about that.”

She peeks out again, eyes glinting with mischief. “Sorry for what?” She chuckles, and for a split second, her gaze flickers down my body before she disappears again.

I’m still grinning when Ryker walks in, hair all messy and his voice rough from sleep. “Hey.” He leans and kisses me on the forehead, something he has never done, and a shiver runs down my spine.

Aspen drags out a playful “Heyyy,” and I swear Ryker makes the same face I did moments ago.

“She heard us,” I murmur.

Ryker mouths an “oh.” Then, the bastard smirks. “Did you enjoy it?”

Aspen hums, and Ryker’s pupils dilate. We share a look, and no words are needed.

In sync, we strip off our clothes and step into the showers.

Aspen has her back to us, water streaming down her body, long dark hair clinging to her damp skin and the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips. Fuck, I want to grab her, bend her over, and mark her in ways no one else has.

Ryker moves first, stepping up behind her. He leans in, whispering something low in her ear, and she startles, her body tensing before she slowly turns.

Her gaze flicks between us, but she lingers longer on Ryker.

I get it. She hasn’t seen him like this before, completely naked, hard as a fucking rock, his body toned like a statue. No tattoos, just sun-kissed skin stretched over lean, lethal power. His dark eyes are like two bottomless pits of sin.

Her lips part, and Ryker steps closer, but Aspen moves back.

Her gaze locks onto mine, a silent hesitation flickering in her expression.

I know what she’s thinking.

Bryn.

She is afraid it will happen again. She doesn’t want to be in the middle of us in a way that would drive us apart, so I take a step toward her, closing the distance, and slowly, I extend my hand.

She looks at both of us, and her breath shudders before she takes it.

Pulling her closer, I spin her around to face Ryker, and his eyes darken, roaming over her body with raw hunger. My hands slide down to her hips, fingers pressing into the soft curve as I lean in, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.

“Where do you want me, sweetheart? Your mouth or cunt?” The question comes out as a low rasp, my cock pressing against her lower back, the heat of her skin searing through me.

Aspen gasps, her breath catching as Ryker steps in, caging her between us and her round nipples brushing against his chest, the corners of his lips turning up as he meets my gaze. He winks, and I give him a slow nod.

He lifts her chin, tilting her face up until she has no choice but to meet his stare. “I want your cunt.” His voice is deep and low, and even I shiver watching him like this, the dominant side of him I barely see.

She nods, her chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. Ryker moves his hand lower, cupping her breast, his thumb circling her hard nipples, and a soft, needy moan escapes her as she lets her head fall back against my chest. I take her mouth, claiming her in a slow, deep kiss, my tongue tasting her as she melts into me.

My hand trails down her side, feeling the shiver that runs through her, and I pull back, locking eyes with Ryker. He glances at me, understanding without words.

He nudges her thigh with his knee, parting her legs to give me access, and my fingers slip between her wet cunt, teasing her clit in painful slow circles.

Ryker leans down, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting just enough to make her whimper into my lips and her soft moans vibrate against me, and my cock throbs painfully. Fuck, I need her mouth on me. Now!

I remove my fingers, and she whimpers. A little pout on her lips makes me smirk. I look down and see how hard Ryker is, and I cannot resist, so I wrap my hand around his cock, feeling his thickness between my fingers as he groans, his grip on her breast tightening, and he jerks his hips forward, precum glistening at the tip.

“Fuck, Max,” Ryker grits out, his eyes darkening as he looks down to see Aspen’s small hand covering mine, her fingers lacing between mine as we both start to pump him just like I taught her, and his breathing turns ragged, his body tensing while fighting to keep in control.

I look down to see Aspen’s eyes locked on his and a devilish smirk appearing on her lips, and that makes Ryker snap.

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