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I screamed, the sound exploding from my lungs in a harsh, staccato rhythm as Crush fucked me with bruising intensity.I loved every fucking second!
“Tell him how much you love my cock inside you.”Crush commanded, a particularly deep thrust punctuating his words.
“I love it.”The words tumbled out between ragged breaths.“Love feeling you so deep in my pussy.”I sounded as desperate as I felt.“Love you watching me!Both of you!Making me yours!”I was rambling.I knew I was.But I couldn’t seem to stop the words.Then I didn’t want to.Or try to.
My admission seemed to break something in Crush.His movements became harder, faster, less controlled.The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my cries and his increasingly harsh grunts of exertion.
“That’s it,” Byte encouraged, shifting closer.“Fuck her.Fuck her hard.She needs it.”
And I did.Despite the intensity, despite the edge of pain that sharpened the pleasure, I found myself meeting each thrust, demanding more, reveling in the raw power of our connection.Any shyness I might have felt earlier had been burned away by desire, leaving only hunger and need in its wake.
“Touch yourself,” Crush ordered, his voice strained.He punctuated his words with a hard slap to my ass.“Make yourself come on my cock.”When he did it again, I didn’t have to touch myself.
I came with a ragged, piercing scream.I fell to my chest, reaching between my legs to obey Crush even though I was already coming.
“That’s it,” Byte murmured, close enough now that I could feel his breath on my face.“Scream.”
The combination of sensations, Crush filling me so completely, my own fingers working my clit, Byte’s voice in my ear, pushed me over the edge a second time immediately after the first.This time, my body seized, my muscles tightening painfully even through the most intense pleasure of my life.My inner muscles clamped down on Crush’s length as waves of pleasure destroyed any control I might have thought I possessed.
“Fuck!”Crush groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body gripped him.“Gonna come!”
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep and stilled, his body covering mine protectively even as he surrendered to his release.His ragged shout was as loud as my screams.With his last thrust, he shoved me forward, piercing me as deeply as he could, then collapsed on top of me while his chest heaved for breath.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen in that position, connected in the most intimate way possible.Then Crush groaned and rolled off me.I felt the loss immediately but shouldn’t have worried.Byte immediately pulled me into his arms and Crush rolled back so he lay half on top of me.I lay sandwiched between the brothers, Crush at my back, my face resting on Byte’s chest at my front, all of us breathing hard and slick with sweat.
“Holy shit,” I whispered when I could form words again.
“Yeah,” Byte agreed, a slow smile spreading across his face.“That’s a good way to describe it.”
Crush nuzzled my neck, his arm heavy across my waist.The steady thump of his heartbeat against my back, gradually slowing as we all caught our breath.
Byte reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face with gentle fingers.The tenderness of the gesture after the intensity of what we’d just shared made my throat tighten with emotion.
“You okay?”he asked softly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of regret or discomfort.
I nodded, unable to speak around the sudden lump in my throat.I was more than okay.I was complete in a way I’d never experienced before.Part of me was afraid this would end as quickly as it began.Part of me, the part I wanted to believe, knew this was where I belonged.Wherever these two men were.They were inseparable.From everything they’d told me, they had always been inseparable, even when they were supposed to be separated.I knew in my heart I was supposed to be inseparable from them, too.I just wasn’t sure how to voice it.Not right now when I was so raw.
I think I drifted off.At some point Byte moved and I could hear water running in the bathroom.A warm cloth was stroked between my legs.I whimpered, but widened my legs, welcoming their touch.
Crush pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his arm tightening around me.“Shh, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my back.“We’re here with you and we’re not going anywhere.”
I sighed, snuggling against Crush’s chest.I felt Byte’s weight dip the mattress again.He shifted close to me, pressing against my back and tangling his legs with mine.He rested his hand on my hip just above where Crush’s arm encircled me.They’d created a protective cocoon with their bodies, surrounding me completely, their warmth and scent enveloping me.
In that moment, cradled between these two powerful men who had chosen me, I felt something I hadn’t experienced in as long as I could remember.Perhaps ever.
I felt completely safe.Completely wanted.
I felt like I was home.
Chapter Twelve
Byte
We stayed at the little cabin for two more days before I called in our ride home.None of us had been particularly ready, but we were running out of clean clothes and I didn’t really relish the idea of handwashing anything.River called her job and resigned.She hated not giving notice, but since the schedule was late coming out -- so there were no shifts she was committed to -- and she usually gave her boss the days she could work and hadn’t since the schedule wasn’t ready yet, there really hadn’t been a point in giving two weeks.
Now, the jet touched down with a gentle bump, a stark contrast to the thundering in my chest as I glanced at River sandwiched between me and Crush in the plush leather seats.Yeah, El Diablo had been less than impressed when he’d figured out we’d commandeered his Gulf Stream, but he’d get over it.
Home.We were bringing River home to Grim Road, to our world.Our chosen family.Neither of us had ever brought a woman back to the compound before and from the tight set of Crush’s jaw, I knew he was just as keyed up as I was.Likely because we were bringing River back as a woman we were sharing.The guys in our group weren’t nearly as judgmental as they had been in the days before Lemon got there so I was pretty confident no one would hurt River’s feelings.
