“Your wish is my command.” I smirk as Saint moves aside and I flip her onto her hands and knees. Reaching over to the bedside drawer for the box of condoms, I slide one on as she looks over her shoulder at me.
“Bates, I need you,” she gasps out.
“I know, Trouble, now be a good girl and scream for me,” I order as I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and drive it deep inside her.
And scream for me she does.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I grit my teeth, giving her a moment to adjust to my size.
I watch as Saint slides his head underneath her chest and begins sucking her nipples.
When she starts pushing back against me, I pull back until just the tip remains inside her then thrust in hard.
“God fucking dammit, Bates,” she swears, sweat coating her skin as she stretches to accommodate me.
“You can take it, baby. You’re such a good girl,” I soothe, stroking my hand down her spine before thrusting inside her again, picking up my pace when her moans turn to gasps of pleasure.
She pushes back thrust for thrust, squeezing my dick like a vise, making me wish I had Saint’s excuse for blowing quickly.
“Play with her clit, Saint. I want her dripping.”
“Fuck, yes,” she agrees, humming in approval when he strums his fingers over her.
“Faster,” she begs. I don’t know if she’s talking to Saint or to me, but we both do as she asks. It’s enough to push Reign over the edge, her pussy convulsing around me as she arches her back and comes.
Fuck holding back any longer.
I pick up my pace again, slamming into her over and over until I feel my balls draw up tight, and with a roar, I come too.
We all just stay where we are for a minute, trying to steady our breathing as we wait for our heartbeats to return to normal.
“Boys,” Reign pants out, looking over her shoulder at me. “I think we need to talk about you sneaking in bed with me when I’m asleep.”
She tries to look mad, but she fails spectacularly when I pull free from her snug pussy and she moans at the loss of me inside her.
“Let’s get cleaned up first and then we’ll talk.”
She nods slowly. Before she can change her mind, I scoop her up and carry her to the shower, which is where Priest finds us ten minutes later after we get distracted again.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Reign
Sitting around the table in the far back corner of the main room, I sip my hot coffee, biting back a smile at the three guys watching me warily.
“Why are you all staring at me like that? It’s freaking me out.” I look at Saint and Bates before my smirk drops as something occurs to me. “Wait, did I do something wrong? I’m out of practice, that’s all, but I’ll get better. Ooh, I can do this cool thing with my tongue where—”
“Stop talking!” Priest orders with a snap, making me shut up. He adjusts himself before turning his glare on Saint and Bates, but they only have eyes for me.
“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just waiting for you to maim one or possibly both of us,” Saint admits.
“Yeah, and if she doesn’t, I’m fucking going to,” Priest growls.
“Well, it’s not really Saint’s fault that I jumped his dick in my sleep, and Bates is, well, Bates.” That should explain everything, well except for a hazy image that springs to mind. “Erm, question?” I squint my eyes and focus on Bates, who freezes like a deer caught in the headlights. “Do you own a knife?” I’m wondering what the heck was a dream and what wasn’t. “And why did I end up naked in the first place?”
“Saint and I undressed you. We wanted you to be comfortable,” Bates answers softly, and the funny thing is, I believe him. They could have both fucked me six ways from Sunday last night, but they didn’t. No, I did that part all by myself this morning.
“And the knife?” I press.
“How else was I supposed to get your underwear off?” he asks, trying to look innocent.
I burst out laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. “So, you cut my jeans off too then?” I smirk, knowing damn well if he managed to get those over my ass and down my thighs when I have trouble putting the damn things on in the first place, then he