22. Piper
Piper
“ I ’m in, city girl.”
“Looks like I'd better get this one up to bed right away.” Zeke looked down at his lap, where Maisie lay sleeping, and carefully lifted her into his arms.
“Don’t you dare get too naked before I get back,” he whispered to me seriously, his face as grim as I’d ever seen it.
“Oh, I’m going to need a drink before we get started,” I assured him, still a little wobbly with disbelief that I had just committed myself to bonding with Pack Blackwood.
“Good. Kota, pour us all a shot of whiskey, will ya? I’ll be right back,” Zeke stage-whispered as he set off for the large sliding doors into the kitchen to put Maisie to bed.
“Make mine a double,” Clay called, running a hand through his silver-streaked raven hair and sweeping it back from his tanned face. All clean-shaven, with that defined jawline, he was downright delectable.
I wanted to bite him.
As we all made our way back inside through the kitchen, Montana helped his brother pull down the double shot glasses from the cabinets, lining them up along the edge of the island. Dakota ran down the line, filling each glass halfway with amber liquor, the last one filled to the brim for Clay.
I took a deep breath and sidled up to the island, aware of the guys’ eyes on me. Zeke’s heavy footfalls thumped louder until he was next to me, grinning with his hands rubbing together as he approached the line of whiskey shots.
“Don’t all of you jump in at once,” Zeke laughed, eyeing our apprehensive expressions, the awkwardness. “You’d think y’all were on the way to a root canal.” He shook his head and ushered us over to the counter.
“First things first.” He picked up his shot glass and waited for the rest of us to do the same.
“Bottoms up!” Zeke shouted, and the rest of us slugged down our whiskey. My eyes watered as it burned all the way down.
“All right.” Dakota wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “C’mon, over here.” He shepherded us into the living room, making sure to grab the bottle of whiskey.
Silently, Dakota made his way across the living room to the old record player and shelves full of old, dusty vinyl. He pulled out a record in a blue cardboard sleeve with a man’s face printed on it.
I’d never been one for oldies, especially not country, but when Dakota lowered the record player’s needle and the guitars began to twang softly, along with the gentle plinking of piano, I found my body swaying to the music.
Dakota reached out a hand to me, his eyes shining in the dim lights.
I let him fold me against his warm, strong chest, one hand clasped in his, the other pressed flat against him. Dakota snaked his hand across my hip, flattening it against my lower back. The move brought me even closer to him, and we danced in slow, small circles around the floor.
“ If it's wrong to love you, wrong I'll always be—and though the world may scorn me, darling, can't you see— ” The man’s quiet singing was backed by soft static crackles and pops.
With liquid grace, Montana stepped up to us, extending a hand in a wordless request to cut in. Dakota understood immediately and gently turned me, like a music-box ballerina, into the arms of his twin brother.
Montana swept me up easily, though he was a bit more rigid than Dakota at first. It felt so “senior-prom appropriate” that I wasn’t expecting Montana to lean down, catching my lips in a passionate kiss.
His hands slipped from their dancer’s position to twine in my hair, pulling me closer as the music seemed to fade around us.
While Montana claimed my lips, our feet still shuffling in a slow rhythm, I felt hands at the small of my back, then a pair of lips on the nape of my neck.
The hold crept around from my back to the front of my button-down sundress.
Deft fingers worked open the pearly plastic buttons from my stomach up to the top near my collarbones.
From behind, Dakota moved slowly against me, the back of my skirt lifting as he pressed his denim-clad erection against the curve of my ass. His hands slipped into the open front of my sundress to toy with my hard nipples as Montana’s tongue swept greedily through my mouth.
When I surfaced from my kiss, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Clay was sitting back in his leather armchair, stroking himself through the heavy fabric of his jeans. The outline of the rungs of his Jacob’s ladder was just barely visible if you knew where to look.
From the chaise lounge, Zeke grinned, his massive cock already out in his hand, his knot swollen at his base.
Holy hell…
I let out a little surprised moan as my sundress slipped from my shoulders, and Montana leaned down to take one of my nipples in his mouth.
Dakota ran his hands gingerly down the sides of my bare rib cage, while Montana traced his tongue around one nipple, rubbing the pad of his thumb in circles around the other. Dakota went for my cotton bikini undies and began to tug them down.
Montana stood back long enough for his twin to rid me of my panties, which were soaked with slick.
When I realized how naked I was compared to the twins, I spun around and began to unsnap Dakota’s blue plaid shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and abs, before I turned back to his brother, clawing at his large, decorative belt buckle until he swatted my hands away.
While I busied myself with undressing the twins, Dakota’s fingers slipped down between my legs from behind. His middle and ring fingers glided against my slick cunt.
I leaned forward against Montana, resting my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as Dakota pressed his middle finger deep inside of me.
“I can smell that sweet honeysuckle from here,” Zeke purred.
I turned to look at him, admiring how he stroked his length from the couch as I whined against Montana. Reaching down, I mirrored the pumping motion on Montana’s rigid cock.
“Please,” I begged as Dakota added another finger, stroking at my G-spot as I leaned more heavily into Montana.
“Use your words, duchess,” Clayton growled from his armchair. He was lazily undoing his belt buckle with one hand, still stroking his erection through his pants. “Tell the boys exactly what you want.”
“I want more than just fingers inside my pussy,” I mewled, spreading my legs wider as Dakota pumped in and out, slow and deep, my grip on Montana loosening as my knees began to buckle.
“What do you want in your pussy, duchess?” Clay prompted me, the shiny chrome of his piercings catching the light as his cock bounced free from his unzipped fly.
“I want a knot in my pussy, please ,” I panted, increasingly desperate as my slick dripped down Dakota’s knuckles and onto the floor.
“Lift her,” Montana grunted to Dakota, the twins moving in unison without needing further discussion.
Dakota bent low and hooked his hands beneath my knees, lifting me off the ground so that my back was pressed against his bare chest. His powerful arms threaded under my bent knees.
I felt Dakota’s cock just beneath my pussy, slick pooling all the more now.
Montana was quick to swoop in, giving me his neck to wrap my arms around, his hands cupping my ass.
With my body suspended in the air between them, Montana let go of my ass with one hand to trail his fingers across my dripping cunt before he gave his hard dick and swollen knot a good coating of my slick.
Dakota sucked on my earlobe gently as Montana pressed his cock against my pussy. My head lolled back over Dakota’s shoulder as Montana entered me, pushing slowly and steadily up to the knot, a low moan escaping him.
“You feel so good,” I whined, as Montana adjusted his grip on my ass, drawing back before rocking forward with a deep, powerful stroke.
“Not bad, duchess—not bad,” Clay praised me from his leather throne.
His cock was squeezed in one of his big hands when I craned my head to the side to look at him. God, it was such a fucking sight.
Flicking my eyes toward Zeke, I relished the way he watched with silent intensity, squeezing his knot as he toyed with the head of his cock.
As Montana stretched my pussy, I felt Dakota’s seeking finger at my slick-soaked asshole, pressing gently at first, then pushing inside the tight ring of muscle up to the first knuckle.
I let out a high-pitched cry as the stimulation sent a wave of liquid heat through me, both my pussy and my ass clenching as it drove me wild.
“Can you take both the boys at once, duchess?” Clay’s voice brought me back to the room—to the moment—just in time for Dakota to add a second finger to my back door. My pussy clenched twice as hard around Montana as it had before.
Both of us cried out with pleasure, likely not quite the answer Clay was looking for.
“I want to see you take both those knots,” Clayton ordered sternly, his luminous hazel eyes fixed on mine as I looked over at him again. “I wanna watch those boys make you come—hard.”
“Yes!” I gasped as Dakota pressed his cock against my slick asshole, seeking entrance.
My eyes squeezed closed from the sheer feeling of Dakota pushing inside me, agonizingly slow yet satisfying. Colors exploded behind my eyelids as I felt both twins stretching me. A fullness invaded my very being as they both pumped slow and deep.
“Atta’ girl, keep riding, duchess, you’re gonna need a good stretch before I fill you up,” Clay rumbled as Dakota and Montana thrust inside me.
My eyes fluttered open in time to see Montana’s face—serious, even in a moment like this—his blue eyes heavy-lidded, his breaths ragged.
We kissed only a moment before Montana’s rhythm began to intensify, almost stuttered.
“Sunshine, I’m not going to last long like this. You feel too good,” He grunted against the hollow of my neck, Dakota’s breath hot on my other shoulder as he began the same jerky, staggered movement.
“Me neither, pretty girl—you’re so fucking tight .” Dakota pressed his trembling lips just behind my ear.
“Please, I want your knots inside me,” I whined, digging my fingers into Montana’s neck.