35. Ryder
35
RYDER
Holy fuck.
That’s all I can think when Rowan walks through the diner door, hours after we sent her off for her “me time.”
My brothers are not usually here this late—the garage is our main business—but with Nora out sick and the new guy still learning the ropes, we’ve been pulling double duty all week. Three mechanics by day, diner owners by night. It’s exhausting, but the moment she steps inside, I forget every ounce of fatigue.
She’s always been beautiful, but this is different. Her dark hair falls in shiny waves, catching the overhead lights. Her skin has this glow that makes me want to run my tongue over every inch of it. And that dress—simple, black, but hugging her body like it was made just for her.
Old man Jenkins, our regular who’s been nursing the same coffee for an hour, actually chokes on his drink when she walks past. I can’t even blame him.
“Close your mouth,” Brick mutters as he passes behind me, carrying a stack of clean plates. “You’ll catch flies.”
I snap my jaw shut, not even realizing it had been hanging open. Across the diner, Maddox is having the same reaction, frozen in place with a rag in his hand, staring as Rowan slides behind the counter as if she owns the place.
Which, technically, she does now. Equal partner and all.
“Sorry I’m late,” she says, her voice normal but her eyes promising things that are anything but. “The spa took longer than expected.”
“No problem,” Brick answers, somehow maintaining his composure. “We were just about to close up.”
I try to keep working, I really do. But every time she bends over to grab something from the lower shelves, every time she stretches to reach the top cabinets, every time she brushes past me in the narrow space behind the counter, I lose my train of thought.
And I’m not being subtle about it, either. Not when she keeps looking at me like that, a little smile playing at the corners of her mouth like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. To all of us.
“You gonna wipe that table all night?” Maddox asks, appearing next to me with a smirk. “Pretty sure it’s clean, man.”
I glance down, realizing I’ve been wiping the same spot for at least three minutes. “Shut up.”
“She’s doing this on purpose, you know,” he says, voice low enough that only I can hear. “That dress, that walk. She’s playing with us.”
“I know.” And I don’t mind one bit. After what we agreed to this morning—after what we’re planning for tonight—a little teasing feels right. Like foreplay.
The evening drags on forever. Every customer who lingers, every coffee refill, every stupid side of ranch dressing someone asks for—it all feels like deliberate torture. By the time Brick finally announces last call, I’m strung so tight I could snap.
Even after the last customer leaves, we still have closing duties. Counting the till. Wiping down tables. Sweeping. Prepping for tomorrow. But tonight, with Rowan moving through the space like some kind of sensual phantom, the routine feels endless.
“We can finish in the morning,” I finally say, unable to take it anymore. “Let’s go home.”
Maddox raises his eyebrows at me speaking first—I’m usually the quiet one—but nods in agreement. “I’m with Ryder. Some things are more important than a well-mopped floor.”
Brick hesitates, always the responsible one, but when Rowan slides up next to him and places a hand on his arm, he caves instantly.
“You’re right,” he says, his eyes never leaving her face. “We’re done for tonight.”
As we gather our things, Rowan clears her throat. “I have something for you,” she says, suddenly looking almost shy. “A little present. But you’ll have to wait until we get home to see it.”
The way she says “home”—like it’s always been hers, like she belongs there with us—does something to my chest. Tightens it in a way that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with that tattoo on my wrist, the one I got with my brothers after we resigned from Cerberus.
The drive back is torture. I follow behind Brick’s truck, where Rowan sits in the passenger seat. Even from my bike, I can see him struggling to keep his eyes on the road instead of on her. Maddox rides beside me, occasionally revving his engine like a kid showing off. Like she can’t already tell how desperate we all are.
When we pull into the driveway, I expect us to fall on each other the moment we’re through the door. Instead, Rowan surprises us by heading straight for the kitchen.
“You guys should clean up,” she says, already pulling things from the fridge. “I’ll make something quick.”
“You don’t have to cook,” Brick protests, but it’s half-hearted at best.
“I want to,” she insists. “Go shower. You all smell like French fries and coffee grounds.”
It’s such a normal, domestic moment in the middle of this situation that I almost laugh. But she’s right—we’ve been working since six this morning, between the garage and the diner. And whatever happens tonight, I don’t want to smell like grease and cooking oil when it does.
In my bathroom, I take the fastest shower of my life, scrubbing away the day’s work while trying not to think about what’s waiting downstairs. About what’s going to happen once dinner is over. About how we’re going to work out the logistics of three men and one woman in a bed.
By the time I get back downstairs, dressed in clean joggers and a black T-shirt, the kitchen smells incredible. Rowan’s made pasta with some kind of herb sauce, simple but perfect. Maddox is already at the island, watching her move around our kitchen.
Brick joins us a minute later, and for a while, we just eat and talk like it’s any other night.
“So,” she says when we’re nearly finished, setting down her wine glass. “About that present I mentioned.”
The air in the room changes instantly, all of us going still.
“I’m listening,” Brick says, his voice dropping to that tone that means business.
Rowan stands up, smoothing her hands over her dress. “It’s not something I can wrap,” she explains. “It’s more something I have to show you.”
She turns her back to us. “Can someone help with this zipper?”
Maddox is out of his seat in a flash, crossing to her. I watch as he slowly pulls the zipper down, revealing a strip of skin that makes my mouth go dry.
But instead of letting the dress fall, she holds it against her chest, turning to face us again. “I want to explain something first.”
She takes a deep breath. “Today at the spa, I was thinking about us. About what we’re doing. And I realized I wanted something to remember this by, no matter what happens. Something permanent.”
“Permanent?” Brick echoes, leaning forward.
“I got inked today,” she continues, turning her back to us again. This time, she lets the dress fall to her waist, exposing smooth skin that practically begs to be touched.
She glances over her shoulder, a small smile playing at her lips. “It’s lower.”
The dress drops to the floor, leaving her in nothing but black lace panties. But it’s what she’s pointing to that knocks the breath from my lungs.
Just below her hip, partially hidden by the lace, is a small tattoo. Three letters intertwined—B, M, R. Our initials.
“Fuck,” Maddox breathes beside me.
Brick moves first, dropping to his knees in front of her to get a closer look. His fingers hover just above the mark like he’s afraid to touch it.
“It’s still a little sore,” she says.
I can’t help myself—I join him on the floor, needing to see it up close. Our names are permanently etched on her skin. The most primal, possessive part of me roars in satisfaction.
“Do you like it?” she asks, and there’s a note of uncertainty in her voice that doesn’t belong there.
“Like it?” Maddox laughs. “Princess, it’s fucking perfect.”
I still can’t find words, so I do the only thing that makes sense—I lean forward and press my lips to the tattoo in a gentle kiss. Her sharp inhale tells me everything I need to know.
Brick stands, taking her hand. “Come with me.”
He leads her not to the guest room she’s been using but toward the master suite. The huge bedroom at the end of the hall with the king-sized bed that none of us ever claimed because it always felt too big for just one person.
The door shuts behind us with a soft click, but the moment it does, everything changes. Rowan stands in front of us, the heat in her eyes unmistakable, as she slowly drops to her knees.
Her fingers move swiftly to the waistbands of our pants, unbuckling and unzipping, before pulling us free one by one. She looks up at us with an almost dangerous glint, a teasing smile curling on her lips.
“Let me taste you all,” she whispers, her voice full of lust and need. Her hand wraps around my cock first, stroking it slowly as she leans forward to kiss the head, her tongue licking along the underside. I feel a shiver run down my spine, and I know I won’t be able to keep it together for long.
She moves from one to the next, never rushing but instead savoring each moment. Maddox groans, his hand threading through her hair as she wraps her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine, dark and full of desire, as she moves between us, her mouth wet and warm.
After several minutes of this, she pulls back, breathing heavily, her face flushed with excitement. I can see her hands shaking with need, and I know she’s ready for what’s to come. We’re all ready.
“Get on the bed, Rowan.” Maddox’s voice is low, rough with want, and she doesn’t hesitate. She climbs onto the bed, her panties the only thing still clinging to her body. The rest of her is bare, her skin glowing in the low light. She lies back, her body a perfect picture of desire. We take a moment to look at her—every inch of her, every curve—before we move forward.
“Stay just like this,” Brick says, stepping toward her. “Don’t move.”
Maddox doesn’t waste any time. He crouches down between her legs, his hands gripping the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her thighs. The wetness between her legs is evident, and her smooth skin glistens under the low light.
She’s completely bare now, freshly waxed, her pussy exposed, and the sight of it makes my breath hitch. Maddox discards her panties to the side, and without hesitation, his mouth lowers to her core, delving in with a deep, slow lick, tasting her wetness.
He’s teasing her, pushing her to the brink but never letting her fall. His tongue dances over her clit, flicking against it in a way that has her moaning loudly. Her fingers grip the sheets, her back arching as she pushes into him, trying to get more.
I move to her side, kneeling beside her as I reach for her soft breasts. I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, making her gasp in pleasure. Every part of her is reacting to us, every inch of her body shaking with anticipation.
Brick lowers his head to her pussy as well, his tongue joining Maddox’s, working in sync as they devour her together. Her moans are desperate, and I can feel the tension building in her, the way her body trembles beneath us. Her legs shake as they work their magic, fingers and tongues, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“You’re close, Rowan,” Maddox says. “Come for us.”
She doesn’t need much more encouragement. With a shuddering cry, she comes, her body convulsing in pleasure, and we don’t stop. We keep going, licking her, kissing her, drawing out every last drop of her orgasm until she’s a quivering mess beneath us.
When her body finally settles, we make our move. Brick stands, grabbing her waist and turning her so she’s lying on top of Maddox, her ass up in the air. It’s the perfect position, and she’s soaked, ready for what’s next.
I reach for the lube, squeezing it generously onto my fingers as I coat her tight hole, feeling the slickness as I work it in with a slow, steady pressure. Her body tenses at first, but she relaxes, letting me stretch her plump hole gently, making sure she’s ready for Brick.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, baby,” Brick murmurs as he positions himself behind her. His hands grip her hips, and she gasps when he finally presses inside her. He moves slowly, carefully at first, as she adjusts to the feeling of him inside her from behind. Her body trembles with the stretch, but she doesn’t pull away. She takes him, inch by inch, until he’s buried deep inside her.
Maddox reaches down, grabbing her face as he kisses her, his hands roaming down to her tighter parts, pulling her into him as he lines up with her pussy, positioning himself to take her in the way she needs.
“Now, Rowan, you take all of us,” Maddox whispers against her lips, his hands guiding her hips.
She nods, her body rocking into both of them, and that’s when I start stroking myself, watching this beautiful sight unfold before me. She’s so tight, so hot, and watching Brick take her from behind while Maddox fills her pussy is too much to resist.
I take Maddox’s place after a while, sliding into her from below as Brick continues to fuck her from behind, giving her a moment of rest before we continue.
I press into her slowly, feeling the warmth of her tight body as she gasps at the stretch. The sensation is heavenly, and I can’t help but push deeper, sinking all the way inside her. She moans, the sound of her pleasure spurring me on.
Brick doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he drives into her. Her body moves with us, rocking in rhythm, taking all of us inside her. The feeling of her tight pussy, her body writhing between us, only intensifies. I pull back, then slam into her again, and I can see her face twist in ecstasy, her mouth falling open in a desperate, pleasure-filled cry.
She’s close. Her body’s movements become erratic, her moans rising in pitch with every thrust. Her hands are all over us now, desperate to have us deeper, harder. I feel her tension building, the way her legs tremble, and I know she’s on the edge.
I kiss her neck as I keep moving, feeling the heat of her body tightening around me. The rhythm we’ve found is perfect—deep, fast, and unstoppable. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her shudder as she finally breaks, her body clenching around me in an orgasm that rips through her.
She shakes violently, her moans growing louder, pushing her hips back into Brick’s thrusts as she lets go completely.
We don’t stop. We keep moving, each of us pounding into her relentlessly, our bodies working her until she’s gasping, her mind swimming in the aftermath of her climax. But we’re not done.
Her body still shudders under us, and I know we’re all close. The pressure is building again, and I feel it in the way my body tightens, in the way Brick’s hands grip her ass as he slams into her with more force, faster. Her hips are moving in sync with us, her body driven by the need to please us, to take us all. I feel her tighten around me again, the familiar, mind-shattering pressure building, intensifying with every movement.
Finally, she moans loudly as she squeezes around me, another orgasm crashing over her, making her body spasm uncontrollably.
We keep going—never stopping—until, with a groan, I explode inside her, my cock throbbing as I spill deep. At the same time, Brick’s thrusts grow erratic, and he fills her with his release as well, while Maddox, who’s stroking himself, spills moments after.
Her body is still shaking as we pull out, and we lie there, panting, spent, our bodies still pressed together.
For several minutes, the room is still, our breathing the only sound. Rowan lies between us, her body exhausted, and I can see the satisfaction in her eyes. She’s been claimed, and we’re all spent.
But this isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.