Page 72 of Baby for the Bikers

“Come here,” he says, offering his hand.

I take it, letting him pull me to my feet. He helps me out of my shirt and bra, his eyes darkening as he takes in my naked body. Then he sits on the couch, guiding me to straddle him.

“Like this,” he says, positioning my knees on either side of his hips. “I want to see you.”

I sink down onto him slowly, gasping at the stretch. He fills me completely, his thickness pressing against every sensitive spot inside me. His hands grip my hips, guiding me into a slow, rolling rhythm that has us both breathing harder.

“Perfect,” he whispers, the word almost reverent. His lips find my breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth with just enough pressure to make me moan.

I ride him with increasing urgency, my hands gripping his shoulders for leverage. Each downward motion sends sparks of pleasure racing through me, building toward something that feels bigger than before.

A particularly deep thrust hits a still-tender spot, and I wince slightly. An idea forms, fueled by the lingering memory of Brick and the darker desires he awakened in me.

I lift myself off Ryder, earning a sound of protest until he sees what I’m doing. I turn, positioning myself with my back to him, and reach between us to guide him to my other entrance.

“Wait,” he says, his voice rough with surprise and arousal. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whisper, pressing back against him, using the wetness of my arousal to ease the way. “I want this.”

His groan is almost pained as the head of his cock breaches me, the stretch both familiar and new after Brick’s attention two nights ago.

“You’ve fucked Brick, haven’t you?” Ryder’s words are hot against my ear as he pulls me against his chest, one hand sliding around to stroke my clit as he slowly fills me from behind.

“How did you know?” I gasp, the dual sensations making it hard to think.

“I know my brother,” he murmurs, his hips starting a slow, careful rhythm. “I know how he likes it. And now suddenly you like this too?”

“Are you jealous?” I manage to ask, my body adjusting to him, pleasure beginning to overshadow the lingering discomfort.

His teeth graze my shoulder, his pace increasing slightly. “The only emotion I can feel while inside you like this is pure ecstasy,” he growls. “I’ll be jealous later.”

The combination of his fingers between my legs and his cock filling me from behind sends me spiraling toward the edge faster than I expected. I reach back, gripping his thigh for support as he drives deeper, his control fraying with each thrust.

“Come for me,” he orders, his voice strained. “Now, Rowan.”

My release hits like a tidal wave, my body clenching around him as pleasure shatters through me. He follows a moment later, and his groan is muffled against my neck as he pulses inside me.

We stay connected for long moments, our breathing gradually slowing. Finally, he eases me off him, both of us wincing slightly at the separation.

“That was unexpected,” he says, his voice rough as he helps me clean up with tissues from a box beside the couch.

“Good unexpected?” I ask, suddenly uncertain.

The rare smile that crosses his face is answer enough. “Very good.”

We dress in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other like teenagers. When we’re presentable, he brushes a strand of hair from my face with unexpected tenderness.

“Ready to head down?”

I nod, not trusting my voice. He leads the way down the stairs, his hand warm on the small of my back. We’re halfway down when the garage door opens below.

Maddox walks in, freezing when he sees us descending the stairs together. His eyes take in our disheveled state—my flushed cheeks, Ryder’s mussed hair, the unmistakable aftermath of intimacy that clings to us both. The death stare he sends his brother could freeze hell itself.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just needed to grab something.”

Shame hits me like a wrecking ball. What am I doing? Sleeping with one brother, then another, then a third, then back to the first? Letting them take turns with me like I’m some kind of…prize to be passed around?

“I should go,” I mumble, edging past Maddox toward the door. Neither brother stops me.

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