Chapter 24 Wren
WREN
I’m stunned by the way Sin looks at me. The softness. Even with how physical he is, he’s careful with me, using his strength for support instead of restraint.
The force of the orgasm he drew out of me, it shatters a different part of me than the one that crumbles when he covers me in his vest and tucks me back against his chest. The warmth from the engine, the leather, and his body has me relaxing even further.
My hold on him is loose but steady as he drives us the rest of the way home.
Home.
It’s really starting to feel that way.
“Hey, pretty girl. You ready to go inside?” His voice is low, seductively dark with a hint of tease. It sends a pleasant shiver through me.
I tighten my grip on him and nod.
Sin lifts me off his bike as he dismounts, and he carries me inside.
His cum is soaking my panties, and I’ve never felt so alive. So much like a woman protected.
I hide my face in his throat as we breach the bar and the men go silent around us. I can feel their attention, and I’m glad no one says a thing. No one stops us as we move downstairs.
Footsteps follow though.
I don’t look up until we’re in Saint’s room. Saint lingers behind Sin’s back to get a look at me, to search my gaze for a minute before he nods and a weight seems to lift. Doc closes the door behind him, attention narrowing on me like he can catalogue every little scrape and scratch.
I bet he can.
Sin sets me on my wobbly feet. I’m a mess. His lips press against my forehead. “Go clean yourself up.”
“You need a shower, too.”
I feel his smile against my forehead. “I’ve got to fill my brothers in first.”
I nod and look up to Saint.
He’s still frowning at me, but he’s not angry. He’s worried. “Did they hurt you?”
Other than my pride? The cold? The humiliation? I shake my head. “No.”
That eases his shoulders a little further. “Good.”
And Saint grabs and pulls me against him. I linger in his embrace, soaking in the steady warmth of him. Then he pulls Sin’s vest off my shoulders.
“We’re going to need to get you out of this vest.”
“I like seeing her in my vest.” A perfect deadpan response from Sin.
Saint hands it back to Sin then leans my head back for a kiss. It’s not soft. It’s claiming. When my toes start to curl, he pulls back.
I’m breathless, and my head is swimming a little.
“Doc’s going to check you over.”
I blink at him and nod—my brain not quite firing on all cylinders.
I look at all three of them, overwhelmed and turn to dart for the shower.
I swear I hear them chuckling at me.
Doc is on my heels, catching the door before I can close it on him and shutting us in the ensuite together.
He cups my face, corners me against the sink, and the kiss he lays on me is equally gentle. Not quite like he thinks I’m going to break but like he might fall apart at my feet.
It wrecks me.
When his mouth drops from mine, the desperation shifts. Focused. He’s transformed into the doctor, checking my jaw and throat, pulling up my shirt to check over my skin, but I’m unharmed.
Still, he catalogues the light bruising at my ribs from being tossed over a shoulder.
Doc squeezes both my breasts the next moment, pinching my nipples and tacking onto the need and pleasure simmering in me. His eyes flash at my response.
Then, he’s checking my wrists, the scrapes at my elbows and knees from that concrete floor. His hands smooth down my legs, massaging my ankles and sore feet. The way he tuts at each little mark reminds me of how good he must have been in an ER, with scared patients.
With women abused by their loved ones. I can see the underlying violence in him. The one that wants to tear apart the people who caused me pain.
I touch his cheek, making him look at me. The devotion cleaves me in two.
Then his hands smooth up to the insides of my thighs, tender from Sin’s bike, from Sin’s hands and hips as he pumped into me.
Gaze dropping when I twitch, he draws his fingers over my panties, and the darkness is back as his gaze lifts again. Sometimes, Doc looks absolutely feral.
My breath hitches, drawing his attention back to my hard nipples.
Doc groans.
Then he pulls down my soaking underwear and narrows his eyes at me. “Are you just sitting here full of Sin’s cum?”
I bite my lip and nod.
Doc draws two fingertips through my folds, spreading the moisture around until he sinks both of them into me. My back arches, hips lifting in micromovements to match the slow thrusts before he pulls me to the edge of the counter for better access.
Nostrils flaring, he finally resembles the dangerous biker I’ve learned him to be. Driven and nearly out of his mind as he pumps his fingers into me. I’m extra wet from the cum, but he doesn’t seem to care.
When he curls his fingers, he finds a spot that has me bowing toward him, nails latching onto his shoulders, grabbing his vest. I can’t breathe, the pleasure spiking high—hard and fast.
His low rumbling growl as he stares straight into me has me trembling, scrambling. Like I’ve been starving for pleasure until these three touched me. I’m quickly becoming an addict. Needy. Ready. Wanting more. More. More.
Our foreheads press together as I hit my peak. The smallest noises are squeezing out of me, and I swear his gaze turns molten as I finally break. Pleasure pours into me, locking up my muscles, and I ride that high until I can’t anymore.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I whimper on my exhale.
After another minute, he’s wrung me dry, but he’s not nearly done with me. Hands at my hips again, he gets me to my wobbly feet and turns the shower on full hot.
Doc swoops in for a kiss as the water heats up, his hands tangling in my hair, tongue dancing with mine as he consumes me.
He doesn’t resist when I strip his vest off his shoulders and tug up his t-shirt. I don’t even wait for the fabric to hit the floor before I’m reaching for his belt.
His hands take over, and I spread mine over the new real estate his skin is offering me. Finally, I get to see the full expanse of him, and the tattoos across his chest and the top part of his stomach and up to the collar of his shirt.
It’s an eagle made up of dark swirls, and it spreads across his shoulders and down his arms. My fingers trace the pattern until he catches my hands in his.
A new emotion blazes between us, and when he kisses my palm I’m done. Hooked. How can the small demonstrations of care tug at me so deeply?
“In,” he rumbles, turning me with an arm overhead, like he’s leading me through a dance. I step under the hot spray and giggle softly as he steps in behind me—the heat of his body almost as intense as the shower.
Soaping up a washrag, he washes my back, down my legs, and back up, cupping my core in a tease before smoothing it over my belly and breasts before he stops with the wet rag at my throat. A small squeeze drops water across my chest, but more importantly it sends a renewed need through me.
My ass swings back into his erection. His groan has me slick between my thighs. Arching my back again is an offering.
His breath becomes a freight train in my ear. “Are you really okay?”
I nod, small but honest. “Yes.”
Doc’s chest presses into my back, and his exhale has me shaking. “Good.”
God, the desire in that one word weakens my knees. And then, he’s reaching between us and running the head of his cock through my soaked folds. A few small thrusts has him halfway inside me before he shifts us to the side, leaning my forearms against the tile wall.
Cold shocks through me, but the angle arches my back perfectly for him to thrust home.
My warbling cry echoes around us.
Doc is demanding, hips swinging full and wild almost immediately. Hands braced beside mine, I track his shuttering breaths against my wet shoulders.
“Fuck, bird.” Hand tangling into my wet hair, he yanks my head to the side, so I can see him out of the corner of my eyes. He’s stunning when he abandons his carefully constructed facades. Bringing him to madness like this has me feeling beautiful. Wanted. Powerful.
When he whispers his nickname for me in my ear, it’s raw and consuming.
I arch my hips back a little more and am rewarded with his groan. God, it sends him deeper, and I clench around him, pleasure reaching a new level. This angle lets him fill me up so completely.
Doc rocks harder into me, tightening up his thrusts until he’s nudging the very ends of me. The world blitzes, and he hisses in my hair, voice barely reaching me over the pounding water.
“So fucking perfect.”
And I’m falling, the pleasure a new realm for long, long seconds before I return to the shower and Doc shaking behind me. His cock pulses inside me, breath ragged, and his grip on me shifts from aggressive to possessive.
If I knew being owned could feel like this, I never would have been so scared of it.