Page 64 of Laurels and Liquor

“Mine,” she breathes, so low I’m not even sure if she meant to say it out loud.“Yours,” I echo, nuzzling her throat to cover myself in more of her.

When my hand is dry, she nods a little to herself, sitting back to look at me. Her eyes are a little clearer, but her skin is still flushed. I take off my riding jacket and start to put it on her, but she whines and fights me.

“You don’t have to zip it. But your arms need protecting from the wind and bugs,” I say, trying to stay calm.

“It’s too hot,” she grumbles.

I chuckle, but shake my head. “I know, sweetheart. But it’s just for a few minutes.”

She sighs, but doesn’t protest anymore, letting me help her slip her arms into the leather jacket and put on her helmet. Then I put my own on, making sure the Bluetooth connection is on between us before climbing on. Lydia shifts into position behind me, pressing a little closer than usual. With a rev to the engine, I take off into the night, heading back toward the pack house.

Her body heat radiates into my back, sweat gathering below the material of my shirt, running down toward my waist with each passing moment. I speed up a little, pushing over the speed limit to get home before it’s too late. The buildings are a blur, and I’m acutely aware of every place we touch, especially her hands. She can’t keep them still, running them up and down my abs, going lower and lower with each pass.

“If you want to make it home in one piece, don’t distract me like that,” I comment, but I only half mean it.

She hums, sensing my lack of conviction, only growing bolder with her touches. It takes every ounce of concentration I have to keep from swerving into oncoming traffic as she cups my cock through my jeans, stroking it firmly.

“Have I ever told you how much I love the way your cock feels in my pussy? You’re so thick and just the right length to fill me up,” Lydia purrs, pressing her breasts to my back as she continues to work me through the material.

I rev the engine and execute a passing maneuver that I would normally never attempt with a passenger, butfuck,I need to be inside of her, in any way she’ll have me. She squeals as the motor roars, and I smirk to myself. There’s barely anything between her core and the bike, and I know she can feel everything. Her hand tightens on my cock, and I groan low in my throat. Fine. If she wants to play a tease, I can play right back.

Now that we’re in the suburbs, I open up the throttle and really let go. Lydia’s gasp is like music to my ears, and I revel in it. I know it’s bad for the engine, but I don’t shift down a gear, keeping the RPM higher so she can feel the intense vibrations through the seat.

“Oh, God, Lucas. That feels so good,” Lydia moans, shifting slightly to rock against the seat.

“Hold still, sweetheart. We’re almost home,” I soothe, taking another reckless turn.

Lydia leans with me, and her breathless, wordless cries of pleasure spike. I keep a steady pace through the twists and turns, and Lydia forgets all about my cock, clutching my waist tight as she rolls her hips as much as she can. I push us faster, faster than I’ve ever gone with a passenger, but she’s so close, and I need her to finish before we get home. We’re running out of space and time, but as I make the last turn onto the straightaway leading up to the Bristol Point gates, Lydia screams as she crests her peak.

I slow down smoothly as we approach the security booth, Lydia’s whole body shaking against me. Her helmeted head is pressed to the spot between my shoulder blades, and I can hear her taking deep, slow breaths. She whines a little as I take off again, but I keep it slow, hoping I’m not overstimulating her too much. I don’t bother looking for any other cars in the garage, heading right down to the lower doors of my personal workspace.

I hardly have time to shut off the engine before Lydia is throwing herself off the bike and onto her knees next to it. Her helmet comes off, and she tosses it carelessly off to the side, flipping her hair back as she reaches for my belt. I get my leg over to sit sideways on the seat in time, but I don’t get much farther, as her fingers already have my jeans open and pushed down just enough to free my leaking cock.

My brain stops functioning the moment her mouth closes around my tip. Her moans vibrate up and down my shaft as she sucks, bobbing her head as she takes more and more down her magnificent throat. I gently thread my fingers into her hair, holding it back out of her face, but not making any moves to control her pace. I can only hang on, my eyes rolling in the back of my head as she takes me all the way, her throat muscles squeezing around me hard. I’m so close, and I try to hold back, but she won’t stop. Her tongue swirls around me on every stroke, licking and sucking and moaning. My chest heaves as my spine tingles and my balls draw up, ready to spill.

But then the door bursts open, and my attention snaps to the figure of Alexandra St. Clair standing in the frame, wearing nothing but her signature red lipstick.

Chapter thirty-one

Alexandra

Thesecurityguardatthe gate gave me enough warning for Lucas and Lydia’s arrival, but I’d expected them to come to Lydia’s room right away. I’ve been waiting on one of the lounge couches outside of her room, not wanting to enter her nest without her permission. But the minutes ticked by, and they don’t come out of Lucas’s garage, so I decide to investigate.

As I walk down the hall toward the closed door, a wall of scent hits me out of nowhere, and I have to lean sideways for a moment to adjust to the sudden rush of blood between my legs. My pussy clenches on air, and my heart flip-flops. Lydia’s muffled moans come through the wood, and I have to shed the short silk robe as a sudden flash of heat explodes across my skin. Swallowing, I try to breathe through it, but the longer I stand there, listening to the wet sounds of some sort of sex act, the harder it gets. I can’t stop my hands as they slide across my stomach to cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples as my eyes slide closed. Lucas is getting louder, the sucking more vigorous. I have to see what they look like, my two lovers chasing pleasure together. I can’t stand it a moment longer.

I whirl around, not bothering with my robe, as I fling the door open. I freeze as Lucas’s head whips around to me, face flushed, and his normally blue-gray eyes swallowed by his blown-out pupils. He’s leaning backward against his bike, pants loose around his hips as Lydia kneels before him, mouth worshiping his cock. He tries to speak, to explain, I’m sure, but his words die in a long moan as Lydia sucks him all the way down, visibly swallowing around his length.

“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m gonna—”

Lucas doesn’t get to finish before the hands in Lydia’s hair tighten and his hips buck. Lydia moves with him, letting out a long, satisfied hum as she swallows his cum. My pussy aches at the sight of them, the way Lucas’s hair falls over his forehead as he hunches forward, the pink flush to Lydia’s hollowed out cheeks. As she slides back, dragging our beta’s cock from her mouth painfully slowly, her eyes find mine, not leaving even as she lets a few strings of salvia hang in the air, licking her lips once they break.

My growl shakes my entire rib cage, and I stride across the room, shoving Lucas’s hands away before pulling Lydia to her feet and devouring her mouth with mine. She tastes like honey and chocolate and smoke, and I need every drop. She melts against me, pliant and perfect.

“Table, now,” I snarl, pulling away from the kiss long enough to give the order.

Lucas moves first, scrambling around us to clear the worktable, and I walk Lydia backwards in his direction. He lifts her back until she’s spread out on the table like a feast. But a feast that is wearing far too many pieces of clothing.

“Off, all of it,” I command.

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