Page 78 of The Riders’ Reign

I glance around and move a little, but I’m completely hemmed in.

“She’s kind of trapped,” Ace says with relish as he watches Rook’s hand moving inside my sweater.

Rook’s hot palm is directly on my skin.

“She’s not wearing a bra,” Rook tells the others.

“Fucking naughty, Princess.” Ace wags a finger at me, smirking. “You know, you’ve been naughty a few times now. I think our Princess might need punishing. You ought to put her over your knee, Jack.”

Jack stiffens behind me, and I’m not sure if it is because he likes the idea or he’s pissed at being told what to do.

“Yeah, I have promised you a spanking a few times.” Jack’s words are deceptively lazy, but I can hear the arousal in his tone.

He sits up, his warmth leaving my back. I glance over my shoulder to see him reposition himself so that he’s leaning against the tree, legs out.

“Why don’t you come and lie yourself over my lap?” He pats his thick thigh with one big hand.

Oh, no, no, no.

He wants to spank my ass with the other three watching? I can’t lie, it’s kind of hot, but also scary.

“Um, I’m not sure…”

Ghost gently moves my head from his chest then stands before reaching down and hauling me over his shoulder. I squeal as my body leaves the ground, and he deposits me facedown onto Jack’s lap.

“Thanks, Ghost,” Jack says.

“What else is your sergeant at arms for?” Ghost laughs as he sits back down.

I turn and mock glare at him. All three of the men are alert and focused on me draped over Jack’s lap. Fuck. Feeling too hot and itchy all over, I squirm, but Jack lays a heavy palm over my lower back.

“Keep still, Baby-girl.”

Instantly, I do. It’s as if my body obeys him before my mind can consider what I am doing. One hand on my lower back holds me, pinned down like a butterfly on a board. The other sweeps over my ass, cupping it through my jeans.

“On top of the jeans, or take them off? What do you think?”

“On top of.” I blurt out the answer.

“Aw, sweet. She thinks you were asking her,” Ace says.

What the hell is this?

The dynamic between them has shifted with Jack here, and it’s a lot darker than it has been. I can’t lie, I like it a lot. There’s a part of me that’s wanted the four of them to take me, and ravage me, and just give in to this thing between us, but the time never seemed right.

First, I was new to the compound, and we were all tiptoeing around this thing. Then I was assaulted, and Rook and I went through hell. They were gentle with me after that, and even if they weren’t gentle, they made sure to always check in with my comfort levels. Finally, Jack was hurt, Ghost was taken, and once more, we were all about comforting one another.

Now, though, it seems my sneaking suspicion of how things could be between us if we all let go might get a test drive.

“Off,” Ghost says. “Definitely off.”

“I concur.” Rook laughs softly. “You’ve got the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen, Cami, and it’s a shame not to see it turned pink.”

Jack reaches around and unbuttons my jeans with scary ease, since he’s only using one hand and can’t see what he’s doing. I try not to let myself think about how many women he might have done this to. After all, I have no right to be jealous. I have been with three of his close club members. It wouldn’t be fair.

When he gets the button undone and the zipper pulled, he yanks my jeans halfway down my thighs, exposing my white, lacy panties. They aren’t a thong, but they are high-cut, sexy Brazilian briefs, and he makes a low hum of approval.

“This ass is a work of art, Camile.” His tone is reverential. “And I’m about to make it a whole lot prettier.”