Page 149 of With A Little Luck
Hartley has it under control, though.
Ridge is once again on his back, and Hartley guides me onto all fours over my injured alpha.
“No weight on the baby,” Hartley says, running his hands over my ass and hips.
“I’ll make sure.” Ridge moves to cradle my cheeks in his huge palms and brushes my sweaty hair back.
My hands rest against the mattress next to his ribs, and I smile at him.
“Life is better with teamwork,” I hear myself slur.
“You’re so fucking cute,” Ridge says, cracking a smile.
Hartley grips the top of my ass near my hips and pulls my cheeks even farther apart. His hard tip nudges my opening, and I wiggle my hips.
“Please,” I sob, nodding frantically.
He either knows what I’m asking for, or he’s just as desperate to get inside me because he slams deep.
I wail, my face falling forward against Ridge’s chest. He hisses, and I freeze, which causes Hartley to still as well.
“I’m good,” Ridge growls. “She needs more.”
“I do. Fuck me deep.” My arms tremble, but I keep myself upright and look over my shoulder at Hartley. “More, please.” Or that’s what I mean to say. It comes out mostly incoherent to my own ears, but I clench my core and glide on my knees, forcing more of him inside of my aching pussy.
Hartley’s jaw tightens. His blond waves stick to his forehead with sweat, and I contemplate how hard it would be to tackle him. Those black gauges in his ears and tattoos from his neck, down his chest and arms are such a vibe. He’s stupidly hot, and I want him so badly that I sob.
“She wants you to bite her,” Ridge says, and there’s no hurt or malice in his tone. “That’s what you want, right, sweetheart?”
I whine, and Hartley’s hands tighten on my hips. He finally starts to thrust, and every slam of his hips into my ass rocks me to my foundation.
Ridge continues cradling my face, and my insides light up as he murmurs soft words of encouragement and praise. “Such a good girl. Look at you. Wrecking him like you just did me.”
I moan, wishing I could tease my clit.
If my stomach wasn’t in the way, I could grind my pussy against Ridge’s cock, but at this point, I’m surprised my knees and arms haven’t given out.
Hartley works me into a frenzy, his crown brushing my G-spot with every rabid thrust. The next thing I know, he’s leaning over my back, and something sharp strikes my right shoulder.
Euphoria rips through my system, radiating out through my cells.
I wail, and the bond snaps into place.
“Shh, you’re okay,” Ridge coos.
Apparently, I accepted the connection?
Or possibly my soul did?
I don’t care.
I never would have denied a bond with Hartley.
His shaft jolts deep inside me, and Ridge teases his thumbs over my cheeks.
“We’ve got you. You’re safe.”
The two of them are the only things grounding me in the moment, but even then, it’s a thin tether.
