Page 106 of Running on Empty

“Ain’t nothing hotter than that little hand on you,” Ronan told his brother as he shifted closer. “I wake up hard from dreaming about it more mornings than I’d like to say.” But Jax couldn’t give him an answer. I watched his eyes swing to meet Ronan’s but his jaw was locked down tight as he tried to hold back and I couldn’t let that happen. “Her touch destroys any semblance of control.”

And if Jax wasn’t getting the message, I twisted my hand on every downstroke, his groans filling the air, right before his hand clamped down on mine.

“Gonna come,” he ground out.

“And?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “What do you think I’m doing this for?” I pulled away for a second, a desperate look crossing his face right before I yanked my shirt up and over my head and then unsnapped my bra. “Give it to me, Jax.”

I like that powerless look of pleasure that transformed his face, the way his hands surged forward, cupping my breasts and thumbing my nipples as my hand moved faster, the other going to cup his balls.

“Fuck… Fuck, Stevie…”

I felt his cock jump in my hands right before he knocked them away and leaned forward, his mouth crashing down on mine. He took over, brutally jerking his cock as he plundered my mouth, right before he blew. The two of us watched spellbound as his cum splattered across my skin, far preferable to the bodily fluids that had been there before, my hands rubbing through the hot mess, massaging it into my skin before he took over.

“I don’t know why that’s so fucking hot, but it’s what needs to happen going forward.” Jax moved closer, his cock not softening for a second. “Need you covered with our cum 24/7.”

“Brother, sometimes you have the best ideas,” Ronan said with a wicked grin, then looked down at me. But when he bent down that smile faded, leaving something very, very intent. “That fucking hurt, what you said.”

“I’m—”

He slapped a hand over my mouth.

“Don’t apologise.” He shook his head. “Don’t. Not you, not my girl.” The smile came back, but it washis, not Ronan’s. “You know I’ll take the pleasure and the pain, if you’re the one giving it to me.”

I narrowed my eyes, then patted him down, feeling the lump of his knife and then pulling it out. His eyes shone when I pulled the blade free.

“You said you’d teach me how to use this—”

“Is that wise?” Ash flushed at that, but continued anyway. He didn’t want to kill the mood, but Dudley Do Right wasn’t going to change any time soon. “Not saying you shouldn’t indulge in any kinks that the two of you are into, but now?”

“Why not now?” I asked, challenge in my voice, but Ash didn’t answer with words but with actions. He moved in slowly, with the respect one does a woman with a knife, and then wrapped his hand around my wrist.

“Everything I’ve read about knife play—” he started to say.

“You’ve read?” Ronan and I said the exact same thing at the same time.

He shook his head, that flush spreading across his cheeks.

“Well, what else did you expect me to do when it became clear how things were going?” Ash shot back, glancing at me then his brother. “This is the way it’s going to be, right?”

“I fucking want it too,” whatever was inside Ronan replied. “If you’ve done your research, you know. I’m not going away.” Ronan’s smile spread impossibly wide, becoming more of a baring of fangs than anything. “No matter what you have to say about it.”

“And you won’t kill anyone anymore,” Ash shot back, meeting his brother’s gaze head on and not flinching for a second. “Not without running it past all of us.”

“Then yeah.” Ronan didn’t look at me, but his hand wrenched mine from Ash’s grip and then he pressed the knife blade against his skin with the perfect degree of pressure, just dimpling the skin, not cutting it. “I’m gonna need this.”

His focus shifted back to me, Ronan or whoever was riding him and something sparked in his eyes as I shifted closer. I didn’t move the knife, didn’t pull away or stab closer, though I admit, I felt a fucking rush that seemed to throb between my legs at the sight of my knife against Ronan’s skin. He nodded, seeming to sense just that.

“And just who are you?”

Jax and Ash made small sounds of surprise, like they didn’t expect me to ask that question, or they didn’t know what I was talking about. Both were concerning. But I peered up into my alpha’s eyes and made clear that I knew exactly who was in control of Ronan.

And that I’d like an introduction.

“He doesn’t give me a name.” Whoever the fuck he was, he looked delighted to be out in the spotlight. “That would mean acknowledging that I exist. He likes me plenty when you’re angry or sad. I’m the part of him that pushes past all the bullshit.” A sidelong look at Ash, there and gone again. “That gives you what you need.”

“And what if I need to see who the fuck I tied myself to?” I asked, my voice taut as fencing wire. “Who I claimed?”

That grin grew wider.

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