Page 65 of Hard Ride

Ollie looked at Van and said, “You want to eat her or should I?”

“I’m always hungry for you,” Van told Kyra, then carefully covered her.

“But…” She squirmed out of his hold, or tried, when his mouth approached the apex of her thighs.

“What?”He tipped his head as he studied her reactions.

“Ollie already came in me.I’m dirty.”She blushed furiously despite everything they’d done together.

“Switch places, Van.I don’t mind.”Ollie tapped Van’s shoulder.

“Hell, no.Neither do I.”He buried his face in her folds and lapped Ollie’s release from her skin.Van hoped someday they’d understand that their shared love wasn’t some kind of imposition and it sure as hell didn’t make her less desirable.It was how they worked.How they were meant to be and he planned to embrace that every day of his life from then on.

Ollie whispered a string of curses in Spanish before descending on Kyra.He cradled her while kissing her softly and toying with her breasts and the bars through her nipples.Van pressed three fingers deep into her clenching sheath, glad for the lubrication Ollie had left behind.

When he scissored them, spreading her apart, Kyra clamped down around him.

Ollie moaned into her mouth.“I love you, Kyra.Welove you.Come for us.”

She did.

Her body spasmed so hard that she nearly broke his fingers.And he wouldn’t have complained even if she had.Her climax seemed to last forever, jolting her with shock after shock of pleasure.

Before they could really soak it in and talk about what had happened, a loud triple bang came at the door.Kason yelled, “If you’re all done now, we need Kyra on stage to test the new lighting set up with her drum kit.”

“Fuck you!”she shouted.

“Sounds like Van and Ollie did it for me,” he teased.“Take your time, but we do need you when you can walk again.”

Kyra groaned, making Ollie and Van crack up.

The best sex of his life and laughter too?

Van was in heaven.

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