Helpless (Steel Demons MC #5) - Crystal Ash Page 0,90

listen carefully through the pulse pounding in my ears for any sounds of pain, but she rode us just as hard as we did her. Her hands clamped down on Jandro’s thighs as she took him down her throat. I grinned at the sight of our greedy, dirty, perfect girl. The pleasure, the heat, the sensations of us filling every one of her holes was possessing her too.

“Oh, come for us, sugar.”

Reaper’s voice was barely more than a raspy whisper, like he smoked a whole pack of cloves in an hour. Sweat slicked across his skin from effort and restraint. He felt for her clit again, strumming it with a barely-controlled frenzy to get her off before we did.

She let out her loudest whimper yet before her ass closed around my length like a vice. Judging from Reaper’s strangled moan, her pussy did the same to him.

“Fuck! Fuckkk…”

It took every last drop of my remaining control to fuck her through her orgasm, her ass pulsing with the tight convulsions that wracked her whole body. I couldn’t hold out through her aftershocks though, and pleasure zapped through my whole lower body as I spilled violently into her. Through the thin wall separating us, I felt Reaper empty into her too, sending another jolt of sensitivity throughout my whole body.

We slid out of her with slow care just as she lapped up Jandro’s release, licking the panting man’s cock like an ice cream cone.

I fell to my side on the bed, utterly spent and blissed out. Mari stretched out long between me and Reaper like she was just waking up from a nap.

“How was that, baby girl?” I skimmed my fingertips down the side of her body, still helpless to keep myself from touching her.

“Intense,” she breathed with a bright smile. She looked ready to face the day, save more lives, maybe. “But so, so good.”

“Worth repeating?” Reaper kissed her shoulder, a wolfish grin on his face. “With me in your ass next time?”

“I’ll fight you for that, Reap.” Jandro moved around our stretched-out legs to rest his head on Mari’s lap, his usual spot.

She smiled lazily, running her fingers over Jandro’s scalp. “I just love feeling all of you at the same time. It really solidifies how good we all are. Together.”

Reaper kissed her first, then Jandro slid up to take his kiss from her, and then finally me. I held her chin between my fingers as I sipped love and affection from that beautiful mouth.

It was wordless agreement from all of us, because the way she said it was perfect. There were no more words to accurately describe the feeling as we snuggled in closer to her on all sides. Contentment settled over me as I closed my eyes and just sank into this feeling.

Together. Us.

Twenty-Seven

MARIPOSA

“You couldn’t have told me before our crazy sexathon?” I huffed, rubbing the towel over my wet hair.

I wasn’t really upset, though. I just didn’t expect to attend a fancy dinner party in the company of the governor, while still feeling the ache of all my men inside every part of me.

“Really, bonita.” Jandro hugged me from behind, smacking a kiss on the crook of my neck. “When it comes to you, or being in a room full of peacocking politicians, where do you think our priorities lie?”

“Well, at least I got to soak in a long bath before the tailors came looking for us.”

I turned to the dress hanging on the bathroom door. It wasn’t quite a ballgown, more like a knee-length cocktail dress that hugged my form. Still, it was finer than anything I’d worn in years, maybe ever.

Governor Vance’s tailors balked when I asked for the back to be open, but with my insistence, they made it work beautifully. Running my hand over the silky material, I smiled inwardly at the thought of all these politicians and dignitaries seeing a biker gang’s tattoo on a woman in an expensive dress. We were honored guests and undoubtedly expected to play nice for the evening, but the tattoo would serve as an important reminder.

MC women had to be just as strong as their men to survive, albeit in different ways. I earned my tattoo, just like the men did. Hopefully it would remind the governor and his associates that outside his world, where women were little more than dolls to be dressed up and traded around, there were others like me who weren’t so helpless.

Now, we were in his home by invitation. Our working