Page 137 of Ramshackle
He moves my underwear to the side, and then his dick fills me in one quick thrust. I cry out in surprise, the sound once again muffled by his hand. Even though I’m wet enough, the suddenstretchhas me seeing stars. My hands slap against the cool, stone wall as he drives into me like he’s on a mission. He’s relentless, taking me like a prize found in the shadows.
And I’mlovingit.
This is wild. It’s raw.
My body clenches at the pleasure building fast and hard.
“What the—Goddammit, Jack!”
I turn my face as much as I can in his grip to see Kellan sauntering toward us. “What about the rules? Where was my invite?” He bends to my eye level and smirks. “You like that, beautiful? How about I take your fine ass and start on that promise of mine?” He blinks, then curses. “I need to start carrying lube on me from now on.”
Jackson doesn’t let me stay distracted for long.
He fucks me rough and frenzied, showing me how desperate he’s been to have me again. My nails scratch and claw at the rock as he builds me up higher. Faster. Stronger.
I’m a whimpering mess behind his hand, just as needy for this as he is.
He slams into me one last time and it sends both of us breaking apart at once.
“My turn,” Kellan snarls before I’ve had a chance to catch my breath. He reaches for me.
“Did you hear something?” an unfamiliar voice asks from deeper in the tunnel.
“Dammit, Jack!”
Jackson extracts himself from me with a small chuckle. I wobble on my feet, and then my world flips upside down and I faceplant with Kell’s back. “We’re going back to the room to finish this,” Kellan rumbles against my face.
I punch his back with the side of my fist. “Put me down!”
“Keep warming me up, beautiful.” He doesn’t run, but he takes full advantage of his long strides to get us to the nearest elevator. Jackson stays with us, and I get the giddy feeling that he plans to join in.
We make it to the room in record time. Kellan, thank fuck, sets me on the bed instead of dumping me while my stomach is still filled with alcohol. I sit up to unbuckle my shoes, but Kell grabs my wrist. “Leave them on.”
I lean back on my elbows, looking up at him seductively through my lashes. “Where do you want me?”
Kellan’s grin sharpens. “Oh, I know just where to—”
“Wait.” Jack angles his head at the door like he’s listening for something.
“I don’t care what anyone’s doing in the hallway,” Kell growls, shoving his pants and boxers down, his erect dick springing free, just as Dane bursts through the door.
“Thorne’s dead!”
Chapter thirty-seven
Raegan
Reality douses my warmbuzz like a bucket of cold water. I’m not even sure what Dane means, but hearing that man’s name and seeing the panic on his face is enough to derail any mood I’d been in.
Kellan looks away from Dane, the initial concern on his face gone once the words register. “We know,” he drawls. He kicks his pants to the side, completely unbothered that the door is open and his cock is bobbing with every move.
“Fuck’s sake! Put your dick away.” Dane tears his gaze to the opposite side of the room.
“Get over it, Rapunzel. You’re gonna see my dick a lot from now on, I’ll bet.”
“Your dick is the last thing I’ll be looking at!”
Jack helps me off the bed while the other two bicker back and forth.
