Page 146 of I Will Revel in Glory (Death by Daybreak MC 3)
The sound of Grainger working his cock makes me even wetter, even hornier than I was before. I didn’t even think that was possible. Beast reaches out and grabs a handful of my leather jacket—his leather jacket—fingers digging into the eclipsed sun on the back for leverage as he pounds into me.
“You’re a good wife, Gidge,” he murmurs, his accent thickening as his pleasure heightens. “Wild in and out of the bedroom.”
Beast lets himself go then, no longer worried about hurting me. He keeps his hold on the jacket and uses his other hand to grip my hip, slamming our bodies together over and over until I feel his muscles tightening, and a low, feral groan escapes his lips. He fills me with hot throbs of his thick cock, but I guess we don’t have to worry about that for right now.
With a grateful sigh, Beast slaps my ass and then caresses the still stinging spot before he pulls out of me, and I can hear him fixing his jeans. I stay where I am while he moves over to Sin and steals the whiskey bottle.
My attention is still primarily fixed on Grainger, and he doesn’t disappoint, rising out of the chair with his erection still held in his inked hand. He jerks himself a few more times and moves over to stand in front of me, looking down like he can’t decide if he wants my mouth, my ass, or my cunt.
“I’ll admit: you’re made of even tougher stuff than I thought,” he says with a cocky laugh, the slightest edge to the sound that tells me he isn’t going to wait much longer.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I say, and Grainger pauses, still holding his erection and looking down at me with brown eyes that are surprisingly soulful, considering what a dickhead he normally is.
“It is,” he promises, and then he smirks at me. “You delivered a huge boon to the club tonight. As the sergeant-at-arms, I’d like to personally thank you for your service.” Grainger moves around behind me, and I close my eyes as his hands caress my ass cheeks. He murmurs his approval. “Mm-mm-mm, Gidge. I approve. Look at that pretty pussy, throbbing and dripping.” He teases me by cupping my cunt with his hand and sighing with a deep sort of longing that makes my bones hurt. He’s wanted this for a long time, Cade Grainger has.
And so have I.
“Are you going to talk about it or are you going to fuck me?” I challenge, wiggling against his hand and making him curse again. He’s a master at it, Cade is. I thought I was the queen of fuck and shit and damn, but he puts me to shame. He could teach master classes in ways to make a sailor blush.
“Another man’s cum dripping out of you, and you still want it. I should’ve figured as much.” He strokes me with his thumb, dragging the natural lube from me and Beast up to rub against the heat of my ass. He doesn’t enter me, just strokes me there, making me tremble and choke on my own breath.
I’m so fired up right now, I could scream.
“You couldn’t handle all of me, Cade,” I growl at him, and he laughs. Then he pushes his finger into my ass, and I groan. It’s hard to exchange quips when I’m this wound up. “You’d never be able to keep up.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that just yet, sweetheart,” he purrs, working his thumb in and out of my rear entrance as I open my eyes to find Crown still watching me. He’s absently stroking his own thumb along the seam of his denim, but he doesn’t free his cock the way Cade did.
Grainger lines himself up with my throbbing pussy and enters me without warning, all the way, his body slamming into mine as he finally withdraws his thumb. He takes hold of my hair and lifts my head up, making me grit my teeth.
“You fucker,” I grind out, but I like it, too, so I let him do it. He leans down, putting his mouth near my ear. His tongue dances along the shell of it, and I make a sound that I would never admit to making during daylight hours, when there isn’t a fire burning, or blood drying on my skin, or sharp pain in my hip from where Grainger’s gripping me too tight. Rain patters down on the roof outside, and lightning flashes outside the window.
I bet this night starts even more fires.
“I love fucking you, knowing that my seed’s already taken root.” He purrs, laughing again. I hope that it isn’t his baby, just so I can make fun of him later for being such an arrogant prick. Grainger stands back up, still holding onto my hair, and then starts to move his hips. He’s skilled at it, too, so skilled that I writhe in jealousy, trying my best not to think about him with another woman.
