Page 80 of The Riders’ Reign

I hiss at him. “Get off, you idiot.”

Ghost lets go of my hands, and I swat at Ace. He jumps away, laughing.

“You’re going to regret that,” I warn.

“Oh, yeah?” He cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Yes. I’ll spank your ass one night while you’re sleeping, with a… a… riding crop.”

I’d searched my mind for something good, but as soon as I say it, he grins wide.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Princess. I’d enjoy that a whole lot. Like you all say, I’m a brat.”

Jack lifts me off his lap and plants me on my hands and knees, facing away from him, so he can inspect his handiwork.

“Perfect,” he says.

I glance over my shoulder, scowling, but he simply gives me that panty-dropping smile.

“Now, what are we going to do with you next, Baby-girl?”

35

ROOK

Jack is still sitting, leaning against the tree as if he hasn’t got a care in the world, while Camile is on her hands and knees in front of him, her pussy right there for him to stare at.

His hands are on her hips, and her panties are halfway down her pretty thighs, along with her jeans. From where I’m sitting, I can see Jack’s red fingerprints on her skin. He took it easy on her, I could tell. The man has a lot more strength in him than he gave free rein to. Rightly so.

While all of this is fucking hot, and Camile is into it, too, if her whimpers and little breathy moans that she keeps trying to swallow are anything to go by, we ought to have a safeword.

I’m far too aware of the fucked-up shit we went through back in the outbuilding, and I don’t want Camile to feel we’ve pushed her too far.

I clear my throat. “Before we go any farther at all….” Three male heads swivel my way, and Camile glances over her shoulder. “We need a safeword.”

“Good point.” Ghost nods. “Camile, what word do you want to use in case you want this to stop?”

She looks back at Jack, and her shoulders shake as she laughs. “Eggplant.”

“Eggplant?” Ace frowns. Then his gaze lands to the clear and massive erection straining Jack’s pants, and he chuckles. “Oh, right.”

“Eggplant it is, then.” Ace shrugs. “As good a word as any.”

“I think we should all have one,” I add.

Ace looks at me as if I’ve grown a second head. “Why the fuck do we need one?”

“He’s right.” Ghost’s tone is calm but firm. “We should. We can all use the same word. If anyone wants to stop anything at any time, simply say eggplant.”

“Okay, we have our word.” Jack’s tone is impatient as he stands and hauls Camile into his arms, bridal style. He walks to the center of the blanket and places her down on it. He pulls her jeans off all the way, then tears her panties clean off her.

“Hey, I liked that pair,” she protests.

“I liked ripping them, so I’ll buy you a whole drawer of them to wear and for me to rip.”

Jack spreads her thighs and shocks me by hauling her lower body up, hooking her legs over his shoulders and going down on her in front of all of us.

I thought he’d take way more persuasion than this to get involved with us as a group. He eats Camile like he’s starving, and her moans and cries have me rock hard.