Page 92 of Taken By the Convicts
“Ride me,” he ordered, hiding that softer side of a few moments ago. Already, she could feel his cock beneath her, hard and ready.
She lowered herself onto his cock, watching the peace wash over his face as she took all of him.
The ends of his mouth curled up. “Fuck, you’re good.”
“I’m inspired,” she said, teasing him. She didn’t want to say she’d had a lot of experience because all those times hadn’t been her choice. This, with Jayce, was.
When she leaned forward to kiss him, he started thrusting from below.
“You two are rather loud,” Zev said behind her.
She startled, but Jayce wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him until she relaxed.
“I knew you couldn’t keep away.” Jayce smoothed his hands down her back, caressing her ass.
“We thought you might need some alone time before we checked in on you.”
“Reece, are you okay?” she asked. He was out of her view, but for him to be seeing her like this, with Jayce still inside her made her nervous.
“He’s fine,” Jayce whispered in her ear. “And watching. Though I think he’d rather participate.” With both hands, Jayce parted her cheeks. Another hand appeared. Zev. He circled her hole, trying to titillate her.
Melina squirmed, unable to relax as the memories struck.
Reece appeared by her head suddenly, as if he sensed she needed him. He knelt down and stroked her cheek. She couldn’t let him see her fear. He’d kill Jayce and Zev if he thought they were hurting her. Her damn memories wouldn’t let her have even one day to enjoy her men in peace.
Her men. Three men, each so different and amazing, but broken as well. She had to be strong for Reece, for all of them.
“Right pocket of my coat,” Jayce said as he caressed her ass cheeks.
Zev searched the coat and withdrew a tube. “You brought lube?” He sounded impressed.
“Anticipating keeps me alive,” said Jayce.
She lost her words, unable to say anything. The memory of Namir laughing as his friends abused her hole over and over again turned her blood to ice.
“Look at me, Lina. Focus on me, and you’ll be fine.”
A tear fell and immediately she was drawn into Jayce’s arms and lap as he sat up. Zev and Reece knelt on either side of them.
“Look at me, Melina,” Zev said.
Slowly, she looked at each of their faces.
“I’m sorry, Mel,” Zev said. “I thought you’d enjoy this. We should have asked you first.”
They’d discussed this ahead of time?
“Een.” Reece stroked her face. Those warm hazel eyes always made her feel so safe. Reece would never hurt her. None of them would.
She had to say something. She couldn’t let them believe she didn’t want them, or worse, that she feared them.
“Get her clothing, Reece,” Jayce ordered. “We’re going back to the bunker.”
She wanted the men to get along, to build a relationship with one another. She couldn’t be the glue that held this unit together, not solely. If anything happened to her, they’d still have each other, but only if they worked at it.
When Reece returned, she shook her head and pushed the clothing away.
“It was only a f-flashback,” she said, forcing the words out. “I want this, all of you, but I’m nervous.”
