Chapter Fifteen
Ryatt
I couldn’t sleep. McKelle’s soft snores blended with Cruz’s even breaths. I’d almost fucked up the best thing that had ever happened to me. I’d known the minute I’d walked into the MC, that there was nowhere else I wanted to be but here with them.
I’d been so sure I was going to prison. Nothing good ever happened to me. This time I wasn’t going to let my fears and insecurities fuck this up. I slid out of bed, felt my way to the dresser, and grabbed my phone.
Once back in bed, I turned down the brightness of the screen and opened the thread of text messages and photos McKelle had sent me while I was locked up.
McKelle: I don’t feel like doing anything. Except you. I’d do you, right now.
The picture was from the couch in her dad’s loft. Her bare feet were on the table in front of the couch.
Her next text filled two screens on the phone.
McKelle: Jazzy said something to me today.
She said relationships are like roses with thorns.
They can hurt and you can bleed, but they’re still the most beautiful flower.
I think she’s right. Every color of rose has a meaning.
White is purity. Pink is for innocence. Yellow is friendship.
I know you probably don’t want to talk about Cruz.
He’s a red rose for me. A wild rose that won’t be clipped.
He’s always been my red rose. I want red roses with you, too.
I want you to know that the most beautiful roses have thorns, and just because the thorns occasionally hurt, it doesn’t change how much I love red roses.
She followed it with a black and white selfie. I couldn’t be sure where it was taken because it was a closeup of her face. I stared into her eyes, and a lump welled in my throat. She was stunningly beautiful, but it was the glint in her eyes and the tilt of her lips that had my gut in knots.
“Can’t sleep?” the husky words broke the silence in the room.
“No.” I turned my head on the pillow. In the glow of my phone, my gaze connected with Cruz’s.
McKelle had rolled to her back as she slept. One arm stretched over her head and the other tucked under the blanket. Loose tendrils of hair had escaped her braid as it rested against the soft slope of her bare shoulder and curled around her pebbled nipple outlined beneath the thin sheet.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“McKelle asked me the same thing. I’m home. I know I belong with both of you. When did you know you wanted me with you both?” Before I could finish, Cruz answered.
“Breakfast with her dad.”
“Really?” That was early days, and I’d still been hoping she’d choose me.
“After the day you were at the track together, I knew that she and I couldn’t go back to the way we were. She was so fucking happy…because of you. But it was when we had breakfast with her family that I realized things had changed for me, too. She and I won’t work if you’re not part of us.”
“But she’s in love with you,” I said.
Cruz didn’t speak. Silence lingered between us.
“I’m in love with her,” I confessed. A gust of breath slipped over her slightly parted lips. Lips I could imagine kissing forever.
“Ryatt.” His voice reached me in the darkness, seeping into my skin and curling around my bones. “I killed for you.” He took a breath. “I’d die for her.”
Our breaths permeated the space between us. I closed my eyes, afraid to speak because my throat thickened with emotion. I’d fallen in love with him, too. I’d feared going to prison, feared losing her, but I couldn’t fear this.
“You don’t have to worry about me,” I finally said and set my phone on the old rickety table next to the bed. “I know what I want.” I lifted my gaze to his. “What we both want.” I tugged on the sheet, exposing more of her breasts.
“Her.” Cruz carefully brushed her bangs from her face. His gaze followed the contour of her jaw, along her neck, and down the slope of her chest.
When his gaze finally lifted to me, I stared at him for what he was. My friend, my brother, her boyfriend, and our lover.
“I want the house with a garage and no shed. I want her, and I want the patch.” I swallowed past the emotion lodged in my throat. “I want you,” I whispered. I wanted red roses with both of them.
Cruz leaned up on his elbow and pushed his fingers through my hair. Shivers skated along my spine, my cock stretched, and my heart pounded as if it could break through my ribs.
Red roses and thorns. Something this beautiful would make me bleed. “There’s no us without her.”
“There’s no me without her.” A smile that hinted at dark depravity curled his lips. “I’m not sweet, Ryatt. I want you raw and filthy.” He leaned over her, a breath away from my lips. “And yes, she knows.”
He gripped my hair and slanted his lips over mine.
His tongue collided with mine. The wet sounds of our mouths echoed in the room.
My eyes closed in the darkness, and I let him kiss me.
I had no doubt he had the power in this relationship.
There was something hard and unforgiving about him, that he’d destroy anyone who tried to take what he considered his.
I just wanted to belong to them.
Gentle fingers curled around my cock. I broke from the kiss, but Cruz’s savage growl soaked the darkness. McKelle stroked my cock. I suspected she had a hold of him, too.
I lowered my mouth and kissed her, tracing the seam of her lips and then slipping inside for a sweet taste of her tongue. At the same time, I slid my hand under the sheet and blanket, grazing my knuckles across her quivering abdominals, then lower, sliding my finger along the slit of her pussy.
She sucked in a breath, and her thighs butterflied open. I slid two fingers into her. “You’re soaked.” Her pussy clamped down on my fingers as I slowly plunged them in and out of her.
“Watching you kiss Cruz turns me on.”
“He kissed me,” I said.
“He wanted it.” Cruz’s dark chuckle hit my dick and tightened my balls.
“I did,” I said and kissed her again.
Cruz’s soft hair feathered against my arm as he took her breast into his mouth, sucking on one nipple and then the other.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered.
We had forever and forever was in my arms. I rolled to my back and scooted into the center of the mattress. McKelle pushed the blankets to the end of the bed, then climbed onto me. I fisted my dick, and she slowly lowered onto my shaft.
A soft whimper slipped from her lips as her pussy melted around my dick, taking me deep inside her. Cruz kneeled behind her, covered her breasts with his tatted hands and craned her head back, slicing his lips over hers.
I gripped her hips and rocked her on my cock. She was warm, wet, and so fucking soft.
“Can you take us both?” he asked her.
She nodded and bent over me, bracing her hands at the side of my head and lowering her lips to mine. I kissed her, sliding my tongue along hers. Her body was thin but strong. Her thighs bracketed my hips, and her inner muscles squeezed my shaft as she rocked against me.
Cruz climbed from the bed and returned with a bottle of lube. “If it’s too much, we’ll take turns.”
“I want you both.”
Sometimes, love hurt. “Red roses,” I softly said. I tugged the elastic band from her braid and separated the strands with my fingers. Her blond hair fell around her shoulders. “I love you. I love us.” I mouthed the words.
Tears filled her eyes, her body crushed against mine, and she buried her face in my neck. “I love us, too.”
I banded my arms around her, holding her tightly to my chest.
Cruz didn’t whisper words of love. His love language was killing Kings for me and burning down the world for her.
My cock pulsed inside of her, waiting while Cruz positioned behind her, squirted lube onto his fingers, and painted her back hole. McKelle stilled, and a hiss escaped from her lips.
“Are you sure?” I asked her. I didn’t want her to hurt. But her words slipped back into my mind. She’d hurt for us. “Kiss me, baby.”
I tunneled my fingers into her soft tresses and wildly kissed her. Her piercing glided against my tongue, and a low moan rolled from her. I could feel Cruz’s fingers moving inside her. He alternated between prepping her back hole and cradling my balls in his fist.
I gripped her ass and pulled her cheeks apart as he slid his fingers inside of her ass. With every twist and turn, her pussy fluttered against my cock.
“Are you okay?” Cruz kissed her bare shoulder.
Her breathy little moan had heat surging down my spine.
“No, I’m not okay. I’m dying. Fuck me, Cruz. I’m so desperate to have you both inside me, I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin. Hurry. Get inside me and make me come.” She ground down on my dick, rubbing her clit against my groin.
Cruz placed his hands between her shoulder blades and pushed her down against my chest. Her breasts crushed into me. I breathed deeply of her scent. But I could smell Cruz on her, the faint essence of spice and cedar.
“Fuck, I love this ass.” He gripped her buttocks and aligned the head of his dick with her back entrance. His jaw tightened as he notched the head, slipping inside her.
“Breathe, baby.”
Her tattered breaths ghosted against my lips.
“You take our dicks so good. Your pussy feels so good strangling my cock. You’re so fucking tight. Wait until you have Cruz buried inside you. You’re going to feel us for days.”
She focused on my face. “Who are you?”
“He’s our fucking boyfriend.” Cruz slid another inch of his cock into her. “You think her pussy is tight. You should feel her ass.”
She moaned long and low. “It’s tight in there because you don’t fit.”
“It’s a perfect fucking fit.” The ring of muscle relaxed, and Cruz slid deep.
I groaned, gritted my teeth, and thought of baby kittens to keep from becoming a two-pump chump and shooting my load. I could feel Cruz through the thin tissue separating us.
McKelle rose onto her outstretched arms and clasped our hands. Her fingers tightly weaved with mine. I thrust my hips, and her mouth opened on a gasp.
Cruz pressed his chest to her back. “Do you have any doubt about who you belong to?” He spoke against her ear and wrapped his hand around her throat. His other hand reached between her legs and circled her clit.
“I’m yours.”
She was mine.
She was his.
And we were hers.
The rhythm was slow and steady, building like the incoming tide. Each wave pulled me deeper and hit with more force. Every slide of his cock, thrust her onto my dick.
Cruz rocked into her, and against me, with a tempo that didn’t relent. Our cocks fought for space. I shuddered. Cruz’s hair flopped onto his forehead. His face tensed with pleasure. He had her locked in his arms, lifting her enough for me to thrust inside her.
A muscle ticked in his jaw as he stared at me. “You feel so fucking good inside her.” He moaned, reared back, then sank deep again.
As we crammed her full of cock, we were pieces of a puzzle no one would understand. He had sharp edges, and she was smooth curves, but somehow, I fit perfectly with them.
Cruz pistoned his hips and sucked her neck. She gripped his forearm, her nails digging into his skin. She screamed, and her body convulsed. Muscles in her core squeezed my dick.
Cruz threw his head back and cursed. “Fuck.” He was driven. Fucking her. Fucking me.
Fluids squirted between Cruz’s fingers as he ruthlessly thrummed her clit. I grasped her hips, dug my heels into the mattress, and fucked her through one orgasm and into the next. Tears streaked her cheeks, and she mumbled incoherently. Sweat slicked her skin, and her body trembled.
Cruz roared, and his cock jerked inside of her. Every muscle tensed. Veins bulged in his arm and his face and neck flushed. He was lethal, possessive, and completely unhinged. But in this moment, he was ours.
Their release triggered mine. My gut clenched, heat flared through me, sizzled down my spine, and surged into my balls. My mind numbed to everything but the woman riding my cock, and the man holding her. I thrust deep once more as I bathed her pussy in ropes of hot cum.
With the exception of our breaths, silence blanketed the room. Cruz shifted his hand from her throat to her jaw, angled her head and kissed her filthy. I felt the moment he pulled out of her body, but I stayed buried in her wet heat for a moment longer.
“I’ll be right back.” He slid off the bed and pulled on my sweats.
After he left the room, McKelle lifted off my cock and collapsed next to me.
I cradled her face and sipped her lips. “I’m in love with you.”
“I love you.” She traced my brow with the tip of her finger. “I know you care about him.”
“It’s more. I love him, too. Not the way I love you, but it’s fucking deep. I wouldn’t be here without you. He wouldn’t either.”
She pressed her lips to mine. “He won’t say the words.
I wish I could say he’s never hurt me, but beautiful roses have thorns.
I’ve never doubted that he loves me. He looks at you the same way he looks at me.
Everything changed the night he got the patch.
He realized what it would be like to be without me.
And when you went to jail, when you wouldn’t talk to us, he felt that same way again. ”
“I’m sorry.” I’d already given them my reasons and excuses. None of it mattered now. This was us, and everything I’d ever wanted.
Cruz slipped back into the room, quietly closed the door, and sat on the edge of the bed. He gently wiped between her legs. Then he slid back under the covers.
I rested my hand on her hip as I spooned in close behind her. She curled into Cruz’s chest.
Cruz yawned. “I missed you too, Rizz. So, if you want a dick pic for your phone, let me know.”
“I already got the one you sent to Dozer.”
McKelle laughed.