Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,86

in my ass, fucking me hard and fast until I’m begging to come fill my mind. I gasp into his mouth as my cock twitches and throbs again, my balls tightening. Bishop joins the fantasy, his mouth and hands all over me, his sweet words and hungry kisses filling me the same way Riot’s cock would.

I cry out against Riot’s lips, and he starts to stroke us faster, harder. The barbell in the head of his cock drags against mine, the unfamiliar sensation making everything feel hotter, better, more desperate.

“Riot, fuck, I’m so close,” I gasp, tightening my grip on his hair and thrusting into his fist as my breath catches.

“Give it to me, come all over my cock,” he urges, his voice a deep, husky rumble.

I cry out, dropping my head against his shoulder, my orgasm rushing through me. My cock pulses against his, my legs trembling as I groan and pant, thrusting against him over and over, chasing the pleasure barreling through me.

It only takes a few seconds for his release to join mine, his hand still moving over our cocks, the wet slick sound of our cum sliding over our skin filling the car.

I sag against him, catching my breath, and he presses gentle, unhurried kisses against my shoulder.

“Ugh, I really don’t want to put wet clothes back on,” I complain when I finally sit up, glancing down at our pile of clothes in the floorboard.

“The rain let up. I’ll get out and grab dry clothes out of our suitcases,” he offers, shuffling me off of his lap so he can grab his drenched shirt to wipe the cum off his hand.

I look out the window, and he’s right: not only did the rain stop, the sun is already peeking out from behind the clouds.

Riot opens the door and gets out of the car, stark naked without a care in the world. I watch him with awe, his now softening cock resting against his thigh, his body large and imposing but also a little soft and absolutely beautiful with all of his piercings and tattoos. The truly beautiful thing though is his confidence. I don’t think I’ve ever been as comfortable in my skin as he is, but I want to be.

He grabs clothes for both of us, and we get dressed in a hurry, getting back into the front seat of the car and sharing a smile over what just happened.

“That wasn’t exactly what I planned, but I can’t say I’m complaining,” he says as he puts the key into the ignition and starts the car.

“It was perfect. This whole weekend was a blast, thank you.”

“Thank you,” he counters, leaning over to give me a peck on the lips before putting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking lot to take us home.

Chapter 21

Bishop

“If you don’t let me get up, Riot and Hudson are going to get here, and there won’t be any dinner or snacks for us to feed them,” Leo threatens, laughing and squirming when I gently bite him in protest of the idea of getting up.

I didn’t plan to ambush Leo when I walked through the door from work, but he was standing in the living room in nothing but his underwear, and I’m only human. And now I’m too sleepy and satisfied to entertain the idea of letting him get out of bed to get dressed let alone cook dinner before Riot and Hudson show up.

“We can order food,” I reason.

“We’re not going to waste money ordering take out when I have everything I need in the kitchen to make steak and potatoes.”

I grumble and drape more of my naked body over his to keep him from trying to get up.

The sound of a knock at the front door proves Leo’s point.

“How are they here already?”

“I told you,” Leo crows.

“Yeah, yeah.” I roll off of him and grab the first pair of pajama pants I set my hands on, tugging them on hastily and hurrying to the door.

Riot stands in the hallway with a smile on his lips, looking even hotter than usual, probably because it feels like I haven’t had the chance to see him in ages.

His eyes drop to my bare chest, and his grin widens. “Uh-oh, I’m early, did I interrupt the fun?”

He steps inside, and I pull him in for a kiss.

“The only thing you interrupted was Bishop trying to keep me from making dinner,” Leo supplies from behind me, the rustle of fabric telling