Page 94 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

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River

The Kings keep kissingand touching me, and as they do, I stop trying to hold anything back. Instead of fearing the connection I have with them, I lean into it, riding out my desire and letting it build higher and higher.

Knox and Priest are on either side of me, sandwiching me in.

The differences in their bodies as they press against me are obvious, and I love the contrast between them.

Knox is tall and broad, like a wall of tattoos and muscle. Even if I wanted to get away from him, I wouldn’t be able to. Not with him pressed so close. His mouth is busy on my neck, kissing up to my ear where he drags his tongue along the shell of it, making me shiver hard against him.

Priest is at my front, leaner and a bit shorter than Knox, but no less strong. I can feel how focused he is on this. On me. The tether of his control is loose, and he’s giving in to what he wants. He tips my chin up with his fingers, looking down into my eyes. The shadows from the road and the scant light cast a beautiful contrast over his face. Half of it is hidden in darkness, leaving only a peek of a sharp cheekbone and his unyielding stare.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his voice low and husky. I can hear the desire in his tone, and I knowhewants it. “Do you want us?”

I nod eagerly, the agreement coming easier and easier every time they make me give it. I do want it. It feels like the only way to overcome my panic about my feelings for these men is to throw myself into those feelings and just let it happen.

At this point, I couldn’t hide it if I tried.

And I’m definitely not hiding what this is doing to me. Not when I’m rocking back against Knox, grinding against him, feeling him getting hard in his pants and moaning at the way that feels against my ass. I reach down and drag my palm over Priest’s cock, trying to get him hard, too.

I want them all so much. No.Wantisn’t even a strong enough word anymore. It’s a need. Plain and simple. Something that goes past desire into something deeper, something that grows bigger and bigger inside me until it blocks out everything else.

I want to feel their hands on me. I want them to fuck me, right here on the side of the road. I don’t even care about what could happen or who could see.

All I care about is getting more of them.

“Please,” I gasp out, pressing back harder against Knox, who grabs my hips and grinds into me even more. “Fuck.Please.I want it. Please, I want you.”

I’m not even bothered about all the begging spilling from my lips in this moment. How can I be, when it’s getting me one step closer to having them? All of them.

Knox growls into my ear, biting down hard on my neck. Hard enough that I jerk against him. He seems wildly turned on, grinding into me and reaching up to palm at my tits.

When I look to Gage, he’s wearing that determined expression of his. It’s different from the way he usually looks somehow, but still it’s clear that he means for this to happen.

Ash is looking at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen, and that sends heat flashing through my body—because I’m pretty damn sure he’s never looked at anyone else like this before, and I really fucking like that.

I glance up at Priest last, and his expression hits me right in the chest. His eyes are more expressive than I’ve ever seen them, dark with lust and reflecting my own need right back to me.

He moves away, and I want to reach out and pull him back, yank him down and kiss him. Something.

Then Knox’s hands are gone too, and I whimper in disappointment.

But it doesn’t last for long.

Gage is there a second later. He lifts me up and carries me over to the car, depositing me on the hood. I can feel the heat from the engine soaking into my body through my clothes.

He unzips my pants and then pushes his hand inside. I already know what he’s going to find. I’m slippery and wet for them, and when his fingers graze my clit, I arch up and moan louder, the sound echoing a bit down the empty stretch of road.

Gage grins, and pushes his fingers deeper, stealing my breath.

He works those fingers against me, thrusting them in slow and deep, making sure I can feel every part of it.

That hard look is gone from his face, and the only intensity in his eyes now is the heat of his desire. Now that he’s heard what he needed to hear, all he’s focused on is this between us, and he works me up so good, until I’m nearly melting against him, just from him fucking me with his fingers.

Then the rest of them are there too.

Ash leans across so he can turn my face to his and capture my mouth in a hot kiss. Our lips and tongues brush and tangle, and he hums with pleasure, reaching up to thread fingers through my hair.

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