I reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks, massaging them just because I fucking could.
Because, with her words and actions, she’d given me the right to.
“It’s okay. I want you in full working order before I claim you.”
She shivered. “Will you let me wear your mark?”
My cock pulsed behind my fly. “Fuck. You’d want that?” I rasped, grinding my dick into her softness. “You’d want to tie yourself to me in that way?”
“Y-Yeah. I want that,” she mumbled, reaching up and blindly nipping at my bottom lip. “I want to be your woman. In all ways.”
When Saint stepped up behind her again, I was surprised to find that I didn’t feel aggression toward him. I didn’t want to smack the shit out of him for approaching when he had no right to.
He had every right, because he was as much hers as I was. But that was okay, because to her, we were Ama’s universe.
How couldn’t I be okay with that?
“What about mine?” Saint inquired, his voice a low rumble as he sucked just beneath the hickey Ink had given her. “You want mine?”
She shivered. “If you want to give it to me. I want everything you have to give.”
He chuckled. “Greedy.”
“V-Very,” she stumbled, then gulped. “Selfish too. I’m sorry—”
“Don’t be. I already told you. No self-pity. We are what we are, and we’ve all loved one another for a long time regardless of the many flaws like Keys’ obsessive rattling of his keys and—”
“How bad your boots stink,” I inserted quickly.
He smirked at me, but in his eyes, I saw a question. “You okay with this?”
“Are you?” I countered, uncaring that we were having this conversation with Ama right between us. It was something she needed to hear.
“Yeah. I accepted it a long time ago, just… I figured I’d be the one to claim her first. I guess Ink pushed my nose out of joint. He’s always made me jealous. The way she looks at him?”
At his words, Ama gasped, and when he clenched his jaw, I nodded. “I know what you mean.” In fact, that he felt that way made me feel better about my reaction because, yeah, I’d been working on jealousy, and I was angry that I hadn’t taken what should have been mine to claim a long while ago too. “And yeah, I’m okay with this. She’s mine, just as she’s yours.”
“Just as she’s Ink’s too,” Saint rasped.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Between us, Ama shivered. “Can we do this again?”
Staring down at her, I blinked. “Huh?”
“Can we do this again? But with you both inside me?”
My lips twitched and Saint barked out a laugh.
“Yeah, baby doll, we sure can,” I growled, and somehow, that sealed our fate.
For an eternity.
❖
Saint
As she climbed onto the back of my hog, I sighed with delight as she settled in like the place had been made for her—and it had.
Her long, lithe legs clung to mine, and her arms settled around my waist like they’d been doing since she’d been old enough to ride bitch.
With her hands flat on my belly, I set off with Keys at my back, and wasn’t altogether surprised when, halfway through the ride, her hand settled atop my cock.
I said nothing because I wasn’t a fucking moron. It felt good, even if it was torture. But hell, there was plenty we could do that didn’t involve us hurting her, and Jesus… the idea of doing stuff to her with Keys taking part? Or just watching him torment her with pleasure?
There was no denying the way my blood pressure soared at that.
It wasn’t something I’d thought about in the past, but here I was, thinking about it now, and my cock was throbbing like a fucking bastard.
When we made it to Ink’s place—he’d texted us the address earlier and told us to come here—I groaned when she squeezed my cock one last time, and hopped off the back of the bike with the agility of someone who’d been doing it for years. Most of those years had been behind her parents’ backs, of course.
As she stared up at the house, I figured she was just as surprised as me. I hadn’t even known Ink had a home in Jonsson, had just thought he lived in the clubhouse to keep costs low.
The place was small, but the plot of land it was on wasn’t. The one-story house was made of brick down the sides, but the front was siding and it had a peaked roof