Page 43 of Hard Ride

Again, it wasn’t like there was a lot of privacy on a tour bus.He and the rest of the guys were always strutting around from the shower to their bunks bare-assed.Somehow, though, this was next level.

Van was proud of his body, as he should be given the number of hours he put in at the gym, on daily runs, and with a religious workout schedule he’d designed for the periods they spent on the road.

The funny thing was that Ollie didn’t do any of that, as far as she knew, and he too had an incredible physique.One that was leaner and less bulky, but borne of endless hours doing what he loved.Climbing, lifting, hauling, cataloging, and bringing new life to old junk.

They came at things from completely opposite angles and yet ended up so much the same.Was it any wonder she was infatuated with both of them?

Kyra gasped as Van backed away, giving her room to breathe.It wasn’t any easier for her, though, when he looked Ollie dead in the face after kissing the shit out of her and said, “Do you get off on that?Watching me make out with her?If not, you should probably say so now.”

Fortunately, Ollie appeared to be in the first camp, not the second.His cock was practically poking a hole in her hip, his legs extending down the outside of her thigh while Van’s had settled between hers, spreading them to make room for his powerful limbs.

Ollie’s voice had gotten awfully hoarse when he responded, “What do you think?”

Van’s gaze scanned down Ollie’s flushed face, then his torso to his groin.

As if to prove his point, Ollie reached down and fisted his hard-on, pumping it a few times.

“Here, let me do that.”Kyra brushed his fingers away and replaced them with her own.He made a handful for her, hot and hard beneath silky smooth skin.

“Damn.”He groaned and dropped his head on her shoulder, his teeth nipping at her doing nothing to make Kyra any less turned on by both of the men bracketing her.

“Yeah, you better get him good and hard because after I’m done warming you up, he’s going to take you even higher.”Van fisted his own cock and tapped it against her pussy.“I’m not a patient man, Kyra.”

“Could have fooled me,” she grumbled, thinking of all the time they’d wasted dancing around each other.

“Yeah, well, you’re tempting me to skip some steps here and get right to the main event.”He teased them both by using the tip of his erection to trace her slit, pausing only to probe at her entrance, reminding her of how damn good he’d felt locked inside her.

“You don’t want to wait, either, do you?”Ollie asked in her ear as he monitored her reactions from an inch away.

“No,” Kyra reached for Van with one hand and squeezed Ollie’s cock with the other.Thankfully he was there to speak for her when she couldn’t find the words.

Her body was doing the talking for her.

“Yeah, look at how hard her nipples are, Van.And I bet she’s soaking wet already.”Ollie tortured all three of them, and goaded Van to do what they wanted, despite any reservations he might be clinging to.

Ollie flicked his fingers over one of her piercings.She tossed her head back as her hips sought Van, pressing up against him and begging him to plunge inside.Then Ollie trailed his hand down the center of her body, between her and Van.

If the back of his knuckles incidentally caressed Van’s abs in the process, neither of the guys seemed to mind.As if to test his theory, Ollie slid his palm over her mound, making Kyra moan.He squeezed lightly, the implied possession only making her hotter, especially with Van watching on.

“Yeah.Tell me if she’s ready for me.For us,” Van barked at Ollie, who did as he was told, his cock twitching in Kyra’s hand.Did he like being bossed around?

She hoped so, because it seemed like Van couldn’t help himself.It was simply part of who he was to take charge.

Kyra forgot about those technicalities when Ollie’s finger slipped between her lips and rubbed a circle around her opening.

“Oh yeah, she’s nice and slick.Her pussy is going to feel so good on your dick.”Ollie sighed as his finger sank inside her, testing the resistance of her clenched muscles and massaging her from within.

When she stiffened at the sudden penetration, fireworks already going off in her veins, he held still and let her adjust.Well, he paused the motions of his hand.His lips, on the other hand, kissed a path to her breast, then opened wider so he could suck on her nipple.

“Fuck, yes.She likes that.”Van’s eyes dilated as he witnessed Ollie toying with her.

Ollie withdrew his hand and lifted his head enough to smirk up at them.“I think she’d like it even better if you fucked her while I take care of the rest.”

“Uh huh.Yup.He’s smart,” Kyra rambled, her eyelids drooping beneath the weight of the lust they were infusing her with.It made her feel sleepy yet extra alive at the same time.“Do that.Please, Van.”

He groaned as if he couldn’t resist her begging.Maybe he couldn’t.

Because just then she felt Ollie retreat as Van advanced.He fit himself to her, so much bigger than Ollie’s finger had been, making her aware that she might actually need Ollie to distract her for a few moments as she accommodated Van.

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