Page 81 of Along for the Ride

“He won’t do shit,” Karson says as he climbs into the passenger seat. “He’s probably still cleaning himself up. Dude pissed his pants. Besides, you don’t come face to face with reapers twice. He won’t like what happens to him if I have to pay him another visit. Not even you could save him, thief.” Karson punches the dash and looks out the window. “I hate that I don’t feel like much of a killer now.”

“Trust me, you’re a killer,” she says. “Just not this time.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Karson says. “I won’t always be selfless. Actually, I probably rarely will be, so just remember this moment when you think I’m a selfish dick.”

That sounds more like Karson.

We return to the motel parking lot, and Leana and Karson seem more than happy to crash here for the rest of the night, but I have something else in mind. I tell them to grab their things and walk Sam before we hit the road again.

* * *

Leana

When Gentry pulls upat the expensive hotel attached to the winery, I can almost forgive him for the long drive. He has to grease the wheels with a little cash to get them to allow the dog in with us, but we eventually take the elevator to a fancier room than we stayed in before, complete with a lounge area and club-room access. I’m only surprised by one thing.

One king-size bed waits in the room.

“Three minutes?” Gentry says as soon as we’ve placed our bags on the floor.

Karson rolls his eyes. “Not this again.”

“I can get her off in two.” He captures my mouth and pulls my lower lip between his teeth. When he releases me, he tosses me onto the bed and lowers my pants until he can pull them off. He flips me over and raises my hips until I’m ass-up for him. “Time it.”

Before I know what’s happening, he buries his face in my pussy. Jealousy fuels his tongue, and he finds my swollen clit with ease. My moans gain in intensity as he hooks his hands around my thighs and pulls me against his face. Sounds of pleasure leave my lips, harder and faster, until my thighs tremble against his lips. He digs his fingertips into my skin to steady me.

I’m so close, and I’m sure he can feel it. He sinks a finger inside me to send me over the edge, and I gasp at the sudden addition to the pleasure coursing between my legs. He pushes his fingers deeper, searching for the next moan and bringing it out of me with ease.

He wants to make me come harder and faster than Karson could, and that’s something Karson will never understand. He will never know what it’s like to need to please me so desperately.

And that’s okay.

Gentry will never know what it means to take me selfishly and use my body to fulfill his own hungry need. He can’t understand what it means to take from me because he’s too busy giving.

And that’s okay.

They are the two opposing forces that somehow hold me together.

I can’t control the orgasm as it rips through me. I clench around his fingers and cry out, shuddering and gripping the comforter to keep myself upright. I don’t want to move away from his mouth. I don’t want this feeling to stop.

When he pulls out of me, I turn my head and see that Karson’s eyes are locked on us. Knowing that he watched his brother get me off makes me want more. I’ve just been fed, but I’m still so hungry.

“Two minutes and thirty-five seconds,” Karson says as he turns his phone toward us, displaying the stopwatch.

Gentry sits on the bed and pulls me onto his lap. His hard cock presses against my bare ass, and I’m glad to know I’m not the only one who wants more. “I know your body, sweet wanderer,” he says. “I know it better than my brother.”

“Who did it better, thief?” Karson asks.

I shake my head. I can’t compare Gentry and Karson. They almost become one when it comes to killing, but when it comes to caring about or loving someone, they’re a world apart.

“Please don’t ask me to pick between you guys,” I say. “There’s no way to choose. I need both of you. I need your selfishness, Karson.” I turn to Gentry. “But I also need your selflessness.”

Karson moves closer and leans in to kiss me. His hand wraps around the back of my neck as he draws me closer to his mouth. I kiss him, expecting Gentry to pull me away at any moment, but he doesn’t. I’m pressed between them, and I’ve never been so turned on.

When Karson releases me, I turn to Gentry. “Are you okay with this?”

He leans in and kisses me. “I will never be okay with sharing you, but Karson isn’t the only one willing to make a change for you. This is what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, sir,” I say.

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