found my clit, and with three successive taps against the sensitive bud, we were all coming. I almost choked on the cum that shot into my mouth as I tried to scream my release around it. Colbie realized quickly and pulled out, the rest of his release spraying onto my lips and chin. Ryan’s hands gripped my hips as his dick jumped inside me. His hands splayed over my back, and he dropped his head to my shoulders then pulled out of me.
We all sort of collapsed against the hood of the car, exhausted, sated, and for me…very, very happy.
Chapter Five
“Sassy, honey, wake up,” Ryan’s voice sounded so far away.
“Unh,” I protested. Why the hell did he want me to wake up?
“Baby, you can’t sleep on the hood of the car,” Colbie prodded my side with his finger, and I jerked away from him.
After a minute or two, his words finally made it through my sleep-addled brain. The hood of the car. The desert. I’d passed out in the desert, naked, on the hood of Ryan’s car.
“There she is,” Ryan said as I finally forced my eyes open. “Knew we’d get there eventually.”
I shakily got to my feet and found my hands had been freed. I rubbed my wrists, though they didn’t hurt. It was just some sort of automatic reaction. I blinked sleepily at the men, both of whom grinned like idiots.
“Pants,” I croaked, my throat raw from screaming.
Colbie handed me my clothes, and they both helped me get dressed as I was still too wobbly to shimmy into my jeans on my own.
“We need to get you home,” Ryan said sadly. “What time do you work today?”
“M’off,” I said through a yawn.
“Well, thank goodness,” Colbie said. “I’d hate to have to call Mike and tell him you aren’t coming in today. He’d track us down and skin us alive. Let’s get you back to our house. You can sleep and take a shower then we’ll get you back to Barbie’s.”
“Fiesta,” I said as I climbed into the backseat of the car to lie down on the leather. “My bike is there. I left it. I need it.”
“Okay, sleepy face,” Ryan said, and I heard the smile in his voice. “We’ll take you to your motorcycle after you clean up and get some sleep.”
I think I nodded, but I’d obviously fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes again I was lying in the middle of a bed, tangled in bed sheets and quite alone.
“Guys?” I called out, but there was no answer. I climbed out of bed, smirking when I saw that I was naked again then faintly smiling when I realized that they had cleaned me up before they’d tucked me in.
I grabbed a button-down shirt out of the closet and pulled it over myself. When I opened the bedroom door, I heard a television playing. I padded barefoot down the stairs and paused at the doorway of the den, smiling to myself at the sight of my men, baseball game on TV and both of them fast asleep on the couch.
Tiptoeing softly back down the hall, I went in search of the shower. I turned on the spray and stepped under the scalding hot water, allowing it to sluice over my sore muscles. Every ache reminded me of what had happened the night before, and a grin tipped my lips. Being with Colbie and Ryan had been even better than I could have imagined.
As I washed my hair I couldn’t help replaying highlights in my head. The feeling of elation when Ryan had turned toward the desert. The first feel of their lips against mine. The way each man’s hands had felt on my skin.
I shrieked in surprise when the shower curtain was pulled back and first Ryan then Colbie climbed into the stall with me.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I yelled, glaring at Ryan since he was standing in front of me.
“Of course not,” he said defensively. “Though I can’t promise we won’t try to kill you with orgasms.”
They each stepped toward me, sandwiching me between their wet, naked bodies. The press of their flesh against mine shot tremors through my muscles. I closed my eyes as two sets of hands
The Jilting of Baron Pelham